On a Cold Evening

Part One

Andrea swiped right for what seemed like the
hundredth time. Was there no single man on this app worth her time? All the men she had seen so far had one problem or the other. She couldn't even imagine having a conversation with someone who couldn't tell the difference between "Am" and "I'm".

She hissed as she flung her phone across the bed. "Na wa o! So, one single man wey get sense come fine, na him I dey find with touch light like this?" She soliloquized.

The weather had put her in a type of mood, and if she didn't have a warm body beside her before the end of the day, she might just burst into flames. Ovulation was a bitch, and she was currently dragging Drea's hormones into war, raging for the magic of a man's touch.

Drea picked the phone again, determined to find one man who she could stand for even ten minutes. She swiped a few more times until her eyes were drawn to a hunk of a man sitting in some sort of diner. One could tell that he was a fitness enthusiast from the great curve of his biceps and how tightly they hugged his plain white shirt. He had dark shades on, facing away from the camera, giving that bad boy vibe that always soaked her panties.

His name was Dare. A perfect yoruba demon. She examined his profile for faults, but found none. He had a few punctuations out of place, but who cared? He was fine as hell!

His jeans hugged strong defined thighs, and she hoped that there were other parts of him that were strong too. Drea carefully swiped left, scared that she may mistakenly swipe right and lose this hunk forever.

Unfortunately, the app required females to make the first move, so she sent a "Hey, how are you?" That came off as too thirsty, so she quickly deleted the entire text and settled for a "hi" with a smiley emoji. That gave off a certain cool and friendly vibe. She didn't want to do too much lest she scares him away.

Fortunately, he replied within a few minutes, and Drea found herself twisting imaginary strands of hair around her finger as she chatted with her new interest on the app.

He was quite interesting, and she hoped he would be so in person. He asked for her number and they moved their discussions to WhatsApp.

They spoke for the next hour non-stop as the steady pitty-patter of rain hit against the roof.

"So, what are you doing tonight?" He asked, and Drea flew out of bed and rushed towards her wardrobe, already looking for something hot and classy to wear. They had bonded over the current happenings in the country and their shared love for a popular movie series in the last hour, and she wanted to impress.

She picked up her phone after a few minutes so that she wouldn't appear too thirsty, and replied "Nothing, just chilling and you?"

"Nothing serious, would you like to hang out?" He asked and she screamed in her head. Of Course, her answer was yes. If she refused his invitation, she may likely drown in a flood of her own making.

They discussed the specifics and within minutes he had agreed to make the twenty minute drive to her place instead of trying to find a cab. She texted him her address and ran back to her wardrobe. She settled for a black tube bodycon dress with matching slippers.

She rushed into the bathroom and rubbed a generous amount of depilatory cream in her armpits and pubic area, pacing around her room as she waited for the product to do its job.

After a few minutes, she made quick work of the hair in her armpits and set to work for the hair between her legs. She took her time, scraping line by line to ensure that when she was done, her pussy would be as smooth as a baby's bottom. She didn't want to give this man any reason not to eat her like his main course.

When her pussy looked as smooth as a bald man's pate, she began her bath routine, suddenly remembering products that had long since hung unused on her shelf. She scrubbed, rinsed, washed, moisturized and oiled her body. Preparing her herself like the Turkey on thanksgiving.

Make this guy no waste my time after all this senrenre o" She said, hoping fervently that she had finely found a man to free her from the shackles of celibacy, even though it had just been a little over two weeks.

She wore the thinnest thong in her wardrobe and slipped on the dress and her slippers. Her thirty-inch bone straight wig completed the look, with tiny studs on each ear.

She finished off by layering two floral scents with vanilla and candy undernotes, knowing that any man would find the combo difficult to resist.

Just as she was about to touch up her face, her phone rang. He was calling on WhatsApp. She cleared her throat a bit before picking the call, lest her she gave off her excitement in her tone.

"I'm a few blocks off your street...." She felt a strong pull in her vagina as his deep voice swept over her, standing chills down her spine. She imagined him whispering dirty things in that voice while plundering her insides to oblivion.

She gave him precise directions, and decided against making up since he was already close. Afterall, with the plans she had for him, she may end up smearing all that mess on his sheets.