DEO’S DIARY, EP. 7...MOM’S POOL OF SECRET

Seriously! I’ve exhausted my share of being normal! The more I try; the more skeletons pop out of the cupboard. I’m beginning to think my family is cursed! I thought I could carry on without letting it get to me, but I can’t! I’m going crazy! It’s like I’m spun in a web of secrets and I’m the prey! Everybody seem to be out to get me!

I tried! Honestly I tried! I thought I was taking a chance at normal by going on a date with someone new. Dairy I can swear I met him on the internet; on the site I newly joined. I was totally discrete about who I was. I even had fake pictures uploaded! Every information I provided on my profile wasn’t me, yet the site suggested him as my possible match. It estimated we had a 90% chance of making it work and somehow I believed it.

His profile screamed sexy, young, handsome and certified player and I couldn’t resist. I was obviously not looking for a lover so what the hell? Now that I recall, it was quite strange how we connected instantly with our first chat. Before I blinked we’ve gone on several dates, held hands, snuggled, kissed and I honestly felt like heaven was only a mile away. I’ve never been happier!

He totally had me glowing and occupied that I had no room in my head for any other thought but his. Mum, Dad, My cousin Wale, even quality girl’s time with Annie became a thing of the past. He was ever present since I decided to give him a chance! Oh dairy! How I loved going out to the movies, for dinner, for swimming, to beaches and parties with Collins. Oh yes! His name is Collins and with him I was ready to go to the moon and back!

He was my sweetest escape! My guilty pleasure! He was just so good to be true, that I planned to give him all of me without holding back. And yes including my virginity! If my thoughts and imaginations of Collins count I wouldn’t even be a virgin. I have fucked him all styles and position in my head from the first day I set my eyes on him. You might find it surprising that I didn't know much about Collins and I don’t really care. I just wanted to live in the moment and enjoy normal while it lasted.

I wanted to go through every motion, every pain mixed with pleasure, every high and every low while giving away my innocence. I kind of always thought I owed it to Dad, but what the fuck, I could give it to whoever I want. He wasn’t going to take it anyway so why die Virgin Mary. The thought of it though blows my brain out! I just hoped Collins surpass my expectations and most importantly make me get over dad.

It was going to be my first time so I wanted nothing less than perfection. I mean after waiting this long I deserve nothing less!

I’ve been saving my red Victoria’s secret lingerie for this day, I thought it would be for dad, but I don’t care who it is going to be anymore, I’ve been saving it for two years now, and it must be worn on this day.

My ass feel so firm and bubble in the panties and my boobs are just chilling nice in orange shaped, I love what I saw in the mirror, so I picked my phone and called Collins to come and get me. Armpit shaved, and my pubic hair trimmed to V-shape, I generously sprayed my “heat by Beyoncé” perfume on, and my short hair will not be distracting.

 Collins arrived forty-five minutes after the call, exactly when I finished dressing up, I don’t like keeping a man waiting though, and I learnt that from dad, that way you can take me serious for my time.

He told me he has his friends in his house, so we will go to his Auntie’s house, which is free and better… I just wanted to get it over with, where is done doesn’t matter, as long as its conducive, so I just shrugged and told him to ride on, he smiled at me, and teased me as usual “that’s my Deo on the rocks”... We stopped to eat, I had spaghetti and fish while he ate Amala and vegetable, that’s a strong man food uh? Preparing to take my dignity.

We drove into this estate and I was struck with dejavu

“This is a new estate, very expensive”…I thought of the same the first time I came here with mom, “new and expensive”.

I've been trying to convince my aunt that I move in here, but she is yet to agree, as he makes his turnings, left and right, the memories of mom and I, filled me up.

I wish he took another direction but no, I'm not sure I was listening to him anymore…I was so eager to see where he will stop, or when his direction will change from the one mom took.

Suddenly I heard my name and I startled “are you okay Deo?”

“Of course, I'm fine” I just can’t wait.

He parked in front of the same house my mom parked some weeks ago.

“Is this your aunt house? You need to see the smile on his face, full of pride, as he exclaimed yes! Dangling his keys in my face. I faked a call as we stepped out of the car,

 “My dad is sick, and I was told it’s serious” (I saw disappointment flying out of his wide opened eyes) I told him we need to reschedule for another day; he dropped me off, and promised to call later.

Here I am, wondering, could Collins be my mom's sugar boy, or he has a brother somewhere and I don't know....we seem to have affinity for the same men, Dad, now Collins, I need to find out more. I'm putting on, a life jacket as; I swim in mom's pool of secrets and lies.

Now I've make up my mind, no more trying to be normal or getting away from all the dramas, I am going to stay abnormal and end all this dramas.

DEO'S DIARY- Ep. 6...WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION

My all-knowing Diary, You wouldn't believe what I saw today!

I've been so startled that I really don’t know what to make of it. I really wish you could see things for yourself and most importantly I really wish you would talk back, leave me a note or some advice on what I do next.

You of all people or should I say things or books precisely know how much I love a Vera Wang. I mean the ultimate VERA WANG! I would definitely walk through a den of lions without any thought just to clutch her. And you of all (whatever category you classify yourself) know that the only lion standing between me and the Vera Wang is Mom. I’m beginning to think she’s more of a fanatic than I, who loves it enough to buy them and guard them with her life.

She has refused to buy me one and wouldn't even let me borrow one either. I mean I am her only daughter! The heir apparent to her closet! Why is she just so wicked, brutal and hateful? Why is she spoiling my one and only chance to coolness?

Aaaaarrrrghhhhh!!!

You must agree with me on this - she’s no fanatic for Vera Wang, she’s a lunatic!

That aside, I was supposed to be out on a date today. Yes, I know I've never gone on one of those and you'll be surprised to know it wasn't with dad! It was supposed to be discreet with some random guy I met on the internet. As much as I no longer have a lucid definition for the word ‘normal’ this date would be a boulevard to escape from the crazy feeling and funny secrets.

I chose my short red tube-gown with no boleros for the date to reveal some skin and paired it with my 6 inch black diamond coated pump shoes. I know you wouldn't approve because my boobs were a little too inviting and my legs looked sexy, hot and tall in those heels. I looked like a classy hooker, more like a sexy assassin. Oh yes! With all these hype to my look you would think that I had satisfied the ‘knock-him-dead’ costume test. Somehow I felt naked without the Vera Wang.

Need I say mom has been locking her room these past few days and all attempt to find where she hides her keys have proved abortive. I didn’t have a reason for finding them though but there’s nothing that screams ‘secret here’ than locked doors and I was right to say the devil is on my side because just when I wanted the forbidden fruit I had an all access pass! You could say I was lucky or blessed but then you know that for that door to be left open something is up somewhere. I focused on the mission and went straight to her big closet. What a sight! Just too many bags! Thank goodness I had my eyes on the prize; the other distractions didn't matter to my greedy eyes. Even at that I had to dig, more like fight through heaps of all sort of tempting designer bags until I had victory!

I recalled the look on mom’s face previous times she caught me with her bag. If not that I was her only daughter, I would get worse than the thunderous scolding ‘‘each time you carry my bag it’s never the same! Aside the reduced value, something goes missing! Don't be a parasite. If you love the Vera Wang so much, save some money and buy yours”, and a week’s malice.

 If you ask me, I think it’s worth it!

Just to play safe, I decided to empty the contents of the bag on her bed so that I could easily fit them back in when I’m done with no record of missing items. It's a big bag, so I turned it upside down and all sort of things started dropping, as I was vigorously shaking it, make-ups, face wipes etc.

Then suddenly jumped out this big black thing, I was scared at first; it looks like juju (charm),

I gave it a second look and “oh my God!” It’s a dildo, 'a big black dildo' I've never seen one before, except on the internet, but now, it’s right in front of me, staring back at me while I struggled to swallow my saliva, I touched it…and memories of dad’s bulge flashed in my head with all the dicks have seen on the internet, including Adamu’s, the gate-man, one time he was urinating by the gate and I saw it while he was dangling the drops of urine out of the weapon (Hausa's and big thing though), and yes, this look exactly like Adamu’s size,  very dark and thick, this would be filling and I’m so thirsty for it right now, it should be around nine to ten, or maybe more.

Dad’s dick is definitely not this big, but its quite big too, I wish I could hold dad’s dick like this, it smells just like latex, not disgusting though, but the size has totally overwhelmed me. After some minutes I was able to exhale, so I started looking at the smaller compartment of the bag, I wasn't surprised to find a condom, especially with the name 'ruff rider' I've always known she loves it rough, (especially with the way she yells “harder”!), but with this cucumber sized “weapon of pussy destruction”, oh no! She didn't.

Well, that totally ruined my day, I can't use my favorite bag again, it has too much inside and mom will be so angry if she knows…I see, it’s enough reason to lock her room, only God knows what she has in the other bags, and if it’s going to kill me, well let me die because I’m so ready to do a big search on her over hundred bags.

I put back all her stuff, returned the bag to her closet, and walked out of the room… I can't stop thinking of that dildo; I think I need one too.

                                                                                                

But what is she doing with a dildo? If she could have such in her bag here, what will she be hiding in her secret house? “I need to know…Mom is up to something, “secret house” now “a big black dildo” and a “condom”

“So help me God, I believe mom is cheating, the dildo and condom explains it all.

Later in the day, I was chilling with dad, he doesn't look so cheerful, he has been acting all busy and tired lately, maybe that’s why a dildo was helping on that side, but come to think of it, what about the condom? could mom be so freaky to be doing it alone with the dildo, well I see where I got my masturbating addiction from.

 I asked for dad's opinion on sex toys...I told him it was a big discussion between my friends and I in school, his answers was not what I expected. 

 "Oh! Sex toys, like a dildo?" 

“Yes dad, like a dildo”

“I don't understand it, why a dildo, when you can use the main thing. That sounded a bit off for me, this is 2015, he should try new thing... he has definitely not seen the fifty shades of grey

Then he continued, “It’s freaky and I don't like it, some women does, but definitely not your mom” and he laughed. 

To hide the awkwardness on my face, I had to fake a big laugh...this man needs to get his freak on, mom had been trying new things he's not aware of. 

Mom is cheating on dad, and that's not good. How can she have a man as sexy and romantic as dad and cheat, mom must be crazy!!!

Diary, something is not just wrong with me, but with my family and it’s all attached to sex….whatever is going on, I must find and fix it. I’m not Olivia Pope of scandal, but I am Deo of ripped diaries.

Watch out!