The storyteller

Episode 9

As Kwasi stormed off in anger, Joy hurried after him, trying to explain.

“Kwasi, I didn’t mean it like that—you misunderstood me. What I meant is… I’m s*x-starved. I’m a s*x freak, that’s just who I am, and I can’t pretend otherwise. Ever since my husband died, I haven’t been with anyone—not even touched myself. If it happens, fine. If it doesn’t, I’m also okay. It’s not what you’re thinking.”

After going back and forth for a while, Kwasi finally gave in. He began teasing her.

“So… if I give you the chance, will you chop me?” he asked playfully.

Before he could finish the sentence, Joy pulled him in and kissed him with all her strength. She held him tightly and kissed like her life depended on it. Kwasi, being shy, didn’t kiss back at first—but her soft lips, how sweet they tasted, how they smelled—he couldn’t resist. He kissed her back.

They moved back to the hall… and finished what they had started.

Later, Kwasi jokingly asked, “Are you happy now? Now that you’ve gotten what you want? I’m leaving tomorrow. I can’t stay here again before you finish me with s*x. I’m the only survivor in my family. I beg you!” he laughed.

Joy burst out laughing too. “Oh I won’t kill you oo. You’re the one who nearly finished me! See how you handled me like you were acting in a p**n movie. Are you Balthazar or what? 😂😂 Because this your strength, it’s too much. I’m not sure you’re even a virgin—you nearly shifted my womb!”

Kwasi laughed. “Oh, for my strength, it’s natural oo. And who is that Balthazar man you’re talking about?”

Joy replied, “Balthazar is the guy who knacked over 30 women and recorded them. Then someone hacked his account and leaked all the videos. It was everywhere on the internet—scary stuff. Come, let me show you.”

“Eii, you have the videos on your laptop?”

“Yes,” she nodded, “I’ve been meaning to show you one day.”

She brought the laptop and started playing the video. Naive Kwasi couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Shocked and excited, he grabbed Joy again and kissed her. She responded. They did it there too—for the second time.

When they were done, Kwasi smiled and said, “Indeed… I’ve been missing the taste of a woman. You’re so sweet. You taste more than honey. I can’t wait to enjoy more of you—but not like this. I want something better.”

Then he turned serious.

“But promise me something… that you won’t just use me for s*x because I’m a nobody. I don’t have a job, I don’t even have a degree. Please, if it’s just about s*x, tell me now so I can leave before I get addicted. Because whatever I do, I give it my all. I invest my heart.”

He broke down and started crying.

Joy leaned closer, tears in her own eyes. “If you doubt me,” she whispered, “then let’s do ordinance marriage. Marry me—so you’ll know I’m serious. I love you, Kwasi. I never stopped loving you.”

They both cried together, hearts open, futures unknown.

To be continued...
My name is Kweku the Storyteller.

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