Usin what u ve to get what u want & what u dont need

It was evident that he's never seen a pair as corpulent and sweet as this. I could smell desire in his eyes. His sweat glands were sweaty all over. On his palm he had fine tremors and passionately as he could, he delved his hand into ma firm bra, and in an instant, he took off the bra clips and swung the bra against the locked tight doors. His eyes came to settle on the 8th wonder of the world. A light tear film covered his eyes. With such joy, he rubbed each one like sacred orbs. And gently, he solemnly brought his lips closer and closer and just before impact, I took away what was mine.

Now, true tears came rolling down his face leaving lines like stretch marks. He tried to touch but it appeared quite untouchable. He begged liked someone who has had no meal in 7 days. He wanted to feel my power. He wanted to suck on its juice; he wanted every bit of glory that was bestowed on my hulky bosom. But he wont have it till he listens attentively to what I have to say.

"Yinka, I dont think you love me. You just want my body and thats it for you. you dont care if I dont have a blackberry, you dont care if I jump buses from place to place all in the name of coming to see you, you dont care if I dress shabbily like a corporate house girl when my mates kit up in seductive pencil jeans and sexy tops. I'm not happy Yinka, Yinka I'm sincerely not happy with you".

Yinkas' eye was filled with guilt; there was a mixed feeling of wanting and rejection in his eye. As much as he wanted to feel her, his guilt hurt him and told him he didnt deserve what he saw. His eye sagged under his lid, his fever dropped, and the stream of thoughts flowed through his head.

He lifted his gaze in a gloom and with momentum he stammered and said,

"Joke, dont you dare say I dont lor lor lorrrr love u, in fact, I plan to spend the rest of my life with you. I, I, I know my shortcoming, yes I know but I promise to send 200k into your account early tomorrow for your personal shopping. You can have my blackberry in the interim; I'll get you a new BB touch before the week runs out. And about the transportation issue, I will ensure you wont have to take those black and yellow rogue buses again. By Gods grace, before the end of the year, I'll gather all I can from my cooperative account, and before the end of this year, you will be driving one of those limited Honda end of discussion portrayed at the Honda place"

What more could I ask for. A paradigm for the proverb: "use what you have to get what you want". I jumped over him to show off my happiness. They landed on his face while I held his head tight against them. He breathes into them, when he couldnt breathe anymore, he wheezed into them. His heart rate tripled. He grabbed them cautiously from the sides, then he squeezed softly like soaked up sponges, he sucked the areola quietly and I felt his tongue send impulses all the way to my brain then down to my spine.

What more can I say........."beep beep", my blackberry phone beeped. It was a new message. A transaction alert of 200k from Dr Yinka Farouk to Joke Ade.

Final year is absolutely not beans. I made it past the first, second and third year and in my fourth year one senile sick professor thinks he can make life miserable for me, I laugh. Only if he is not man. but he is more man than you can imagine. I see the glare in his eyes when he sneaks to have a view of that cleavage that separates my two giant mountains. Its obvious; he wants it no doubt, just like these boys fooling around me like bees in a hive. And yes I will make him pay in kind.

"Knock knock".

His croaky voice resonated through his closed metal office door. "Come in please".

His prinz metal hung carefully on his nasal spine in a bid to fall off. His orbit was enlarged and his eyeballs were almost falling out into the open page in front of him. He took a quick brisk look at me as I walked in dressed more seductive than a naked goddess would. In an instant, he took a relook then he scanned my precious without feeling abashed and a fragile smile came upon his face.

"Have a seat beautiful young lady, you are welcome. And what may I do for you" he said.

I laughed silently in the depth of my mind and said to myself, you will do the world for me, just wait and see u foolish professor. lol

Final exams came and became history. A week gone now and my colleagues anticipated the best possible result for their hard work. Prof had called earlier telling me he made sure I passed all my courses and that I was certain to come out with a second class upper grade and that we should set up a rendevous at the 'harriandra supreme hotel' away from his wife and 3 kids later in the day.

The cold weather further fueled his desire to feel them. He was like a small child in need of candy. And as he stroked my skin with his craggy hands while fidgeting on his next moves, he made way to my bosom and was confused on the fastest way to get them out of the bra. Before he could get a comprehensive feel, I interrupted.

"prof, I cant do this again".

I shook his hand away and withdrew to the farthest seat from him.

"My boyfriend Adele proposed to me last week and we will be getting married early next month, I'm real sorry prof".

Without looking back, I cranked on the door knob and left room 018 of harriandra supreme hotel.

With my sexy black, tear rubber, 18 inch rim, 6 cylinders, double exhaust, leather interior and 6 disc changer Honda end of discussion, I decided to pay yinka a farewell visit before I left town for senator Ibrahims mansion at Abuja.

Yinka was looking all stressed up and fatigued in his cold smelly office. A tall stack of moribund patient case notes lay on his table.

"I'm going out of town to visit my aunt and I dont know when I'll come back. I'm seriously going to miss you yinka". I tip toed in my high heels behind his seat, then clinched his tiny nipples all in a bid to steer him into a brief reverie.

"I see you have lots of patients to see, I should leave so you'll attend to your patients".

With his pale gaze, he said; "o joke how am I ever going to be myself without you around". He made brisks moves towards the door, shut it tight, pulled the curtains close together that not even an ant can peep through, then he continued.

"Anyways, you know i love you and i'll alway be ther for you". he said and then he gave me a firm hug, and in an instant, he rolled me over on the patients examination bed while I gave him a little goodbye something. Moist sensually romantic French kiss. He moved his shivering palms against my bosom, he crooned gently as he made way to my firm nipples. He sucked like a fool till he released into his office pants. He had his final feel and at his satisfaction, I took my leave.

On my way out of the hospital, I caught gaze with an old colleague of mine. She was a bad girl for anyone who was willing to pay the price. She sat in the patients waiting area, and as I walked up to make re acquaintance, she caught my glare over her pristine adornments.

"joke!" she screamed excitedly.

"silvia! Look at you".

We made friendly hugs, seductive cheek kiss and she started ranting.

"Since we left school 2 years ago, do you know that alero is still having his time with the deputy vice chancellor son, the guy even bought her a fairly used Toyota corolla 1998 version, in fact, and I envy that girl o. So whats happening with you now, how is that your GTB bank manager, r u still making out with him? Or are you settled as in married",

she picked my hands and examined each finger for a wedding ring that was yet to fall from the sky, then she continued.

"tunrayo is already married o, she is gravid sef. And I presume you are here for the breast examination exercise for the screening of breast cancer".

"Oh no, I'm here to see a doctor friend of mine but maybe I should participate in this breast exercise too, my breast is one hell of an asset", I said and we both laughed.

5 minutes later I moved in with Silvia to the consulting room where 2 nurses with grim smile and gloved hands offered us a sit. I pulled off my TM lewin top, and un clipped my bra. I could see the jealousy in the nurse eyes. She looked at each colossal breast wishing she had organs as fair and big and sumptuous and attractive as mine.

"Madame please put your hand on your head" said the nurse.

She poked my breast gently, one by one, quadrant by quadrant, light and then deeper. And her mien changed, she stared at an imaginary lump on my right breast just below the butterfly tattoo.

"Madame, you'll have to see a doctor, you have a lump in your breast", the nurse said.

"hello, who is on ze line" senator ibrahim said with his chronic hausa accent.

"Senator its me joke, I cant make it today any longer, I'll see you before the week runs out, take good care of yourself my sweet ibrahim" i said.

"oh my sweiss joke, hophe no whahala ba, well if datz iz thze case, I will b expecting you next week ehn, take your time, jzoke jzoke"

The next day, I visited the doctor. He was a heavily built man with a remorse visage. He politely ordered me to pull off my top for him to examine my breast. After he was done examining each breast he was quick to conclude like someone with a century long experience with breast swellings.

"Madame, I think you might be having a malignant breast lesion which is a breast cancer. It will be wise if you do a mammography and an excision biopsy to determine the true state of things. and in the advent that the cells are cancerous, a full mastectomy (surgical removal of the breast) might be required"

Truly truly, it was high time I settled down. Who do I settle with now? Who will appreciate me without these part of eye watery breast. Warm tears reeled down my cheeks in slow motion. Dr Yinka, senator Ibrahim, my university professor, my GTB bank manager, my never ending proposing Adele or my poor self contented Shakespearean lover.

My only asset that glittered and brought gold. Losing it will mean losing out on life. But still yet, life continues. My reign is done with.


This post goes out to all yall that like to harass all we single boiz with alluring breast. Breast cancer is real, yall should examine em. But truly truly, the breast is a wonderful organ. I gatz thank ma mama for a 2 year continuous suckling spree.

Pls drop comments for zeus sake,as they will be thine ginger