Lust in Ecstasy: Love, Lies and Revenge Chapter 17

I drew my joggers back up and picked up my phone. Dialed Asamoah's number and he picked up on the first ring.

: "Yo, What did you guys put in those drinks at the party?"

Asamoah: "Uh, Did you drink from the dispenser?"

: "Yes, where else would I have drunk from?"

Asamoah: "No, no! The dispenser liquor wasn't ant for you... it was for special people."

: "Special people? What do you an?"

Asamoah: "It contained..." (He ntioned so drug I either didn't care to know or can't rember. All I knew was it was an aphrodisiac.)

: "Man, you've gotten into trouble. What am I supposed to do now?"

Asamoah: "What's your blood group?"

: "I don't know, man... Talk to !" I said with sudden energy. Wait—blood group? I hadn't been to a hospital in almost 9 years. Why would I know my blood group?

Asamoah: "Hmm! For it to take this long before affecting you, you must be O ."

: "Forget the science bro! What should I do? This thing is hurting !"

Asamoah: "Relax! Can you co to Wadbash Hotel? Let arrange so girls to help ease the effects."

: "I told you I can never sleep with a hooker."

Asamoah: "Hehehe," he laughed. "You don't understand. That water dispenser was special!"

Asamoah: "Maybe try jerking off then it'll help to so extent."

I ended the call Call and ran into the bathroom to mastulabate. Since I didn't want to fuck an hooker.

Now, let tell you why I started panicking when I realized it was an Aphrodisiac.

For so as smart as I was, I was quite naive too, I was made to believe that an Aphrodisiac can kill you in 24 hours if you don't have sex. To make things worse, I heard of a story of a woman who had to offer herself to her son because she couldn't find anyone to fuck her.

Of course, all these weren't true, but thanks to the friends I made in the neighborhood who have told a lot of things about Viagra and how dangerous it could be, sure they exaggerated their stories but I believed every bit of it.

Doing a simple math in my head, I realized I had less than 12 hours left to live and to even think that drug works two tis faster with alcohol.

For the first ti in 3years, I believed that I could mastubate more than once and it'll have no effect on .

I started stroking my dick, 5 minutes in, no rest, to and fro motion with my hands and I felt nothing, absolutely nothing. It seed the anxiety even angered the hormones.

I was scared as fuck. I didn't even need to imagine anyone naked or any porn scene, all I had in mind was, Reach orgasm.

"Hey buddy, I need your help." I literally started begging my dick. "If you save from this, I won't go to any party again, I won't drink alcohol. I promise not to have sex until I get marrie..."

"Will you please shut the fuck up and focus?!"

"Until you get married? Jokes on you, I'd rather die now than wait that long."

After several minutes of stroking and applying lubricants multiple tis, I was still not able to cum

And to make matters worse, my hands started having muscle spasms, I thought the final hour had co for to die.

I stopped stroking my dick, pick up my phone and dialed Asamoah's number and I finally agreed to take his offer of sleeping with a hooker when he answered the call. We made arrangents to et at the hotel and I ended the call.

I pulled my joggers up and noticed it was already stained from the lubricants I applied overti, so I decided to change my clothes entirely and wear sothing that'll hide my boner conveniently.

I took my clothes off, washed my hands and dashed out of the bathroom straight to my wardrobe.

It took a while to find any convenient clothes, well partly due to the fact that the affairs of my wardrobe wasn't in order.

Finally, I found the perfect match. A baggy denim jeans and a slightly oversized T-shirt. I picked up an underwear too.

I turned around so I could drop the clothes on the bed, put them on and hide my veiny mber.

I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I didn't even notice a figure of soone standing at the door.

And within what felt like 30 minutes ( just 3 seconds ), My eyes told the rest of the body that soone was standing at the door and watching us.

"That's impossible, right?... Right??!" My dick scread back.

Slowy turning my head and looking sideways.

And there she was, in all her glory. Smiling and biting her lower lip as she looked at , lust filling her eyes.

"Oh shit!". I shouted. Scrambling for the duvet, trying to cover myself. It was no use though. She had seen everything already.

My mind was still confused, trying figure out who it was even when I already saw the "I Love BJ" inscripted on the shirt she wore.

Yeah, yeah it was Esther.

"Can't you knock?!!". I said in an angry and sowhat disrespectful way as I continued wrapping myself.

It's quite ironic isn't it? asking if soone couldn't knock when in fact I had never knocked on any door in the house. A bitter taste of my own dicine if ask .

"Ayaaay! She have seen ! She just saw my face!! She don unmask !". My dick sent a ssage to the brain which in turn doubted if she really saw anything.

Rember when I said Lagbaja was a musician and no one had ever seen his face?

She laughed and said "So you can also say that?".

In that mont I quickly did an accessnt of the situation, I didn't think there was anything to benefit from Esther as my mind was already set on the hooker arranged for .

But her eyes lingered on , filled with unspoken desire. She swallowed, lips parting slightly as she took in the sight before her. A slow breath, a faint flush creeping up her cheeks. She bit her lip without thinking, fingers twitching at her sides. Still, she didn't look away.