Wolfax Diaries

I wondered what a young girl like Tania could come see this old man for …….. Sorry a General. He has lost the sense of manhood and maybe that’s the reason Tania really came. Some girls were sitting at the pool side; I wished I had a company but I wasn’t in Calabar for that and Tania was the only one I’ve seen that fit into my specification. I walked out of the restaurant and prayed I could get a sleep when I get to my hotel room. Sleep had been a luxury I enjoyed back in my home. No one disturbs another and there is no room for play. I opened the door and believed Tania would just be on my bed waiting for me but ….. She wasn’t. It was difficult waking up the next morning. I felt the difference in mattresses; this should have been my mattress. The softness was adequate that a sound sleep cannot be disappointing. I switched on my phone and a text message came in. Send me your hotel room number and I’ll see you this afternoon – Tania. I stood up from the bed and hurriedly ...

The text didn’t deliver till the next day. The drive to the hotel was like sightseeing. The driver was a talkative. The moment he knew that was my first time in Calabar, the stories began. How he fought in Biafra and how they killed his grandparents when the slave masters came to Calabar. He talked for almost twenty minutes before I pretended I received a call. That kept him mute for the rest of the trip. The hotel lobby is big and luxurious . The attendants were of good manners as I was welcomed to the Tinapa continental hotel. My room was on the fifth floor and one of the attractions for this particular hotel was the free dinner at the futashi restaurant. It is always accompanied with some native dancers and my friend said they go nearly nude sometimes. I had a short nap after settling down and I got set for the dinner. I shut the door behind me as I slowly walked to the elevator to make the ground floor. I was with an older man. Like seventy; he looked at me and smiled. You c...

It was a season of love and the whole atmosphere was painted red. The Calabar city was setting up its carnival again. A town accustomed with enjoyments and wild sexual capacities waggling from the trails of the wonderfully made beautiful ladies that originated from the place. Calabar, a popular city on the coast of Nigeria is a pride the country cannot do without and the beauty and neatness of the town smelt out the aroma of love in the air. I wasn’t there for the same enjoyment others came for but I was there because I had to run away from my home.    The flight was delayed for two hours and the waiting lobby was getting fuller. I had to shift for so many people to get a place to sit and the last feminine body I felt was the answer to my problem. Tania is in her late twenties, but with a fully matured body. I am 6”2 and she is almost my height. Her courage spans beyond my imagination and confidently she told me to shift a little more for comfort. I willingly did. I...