Two-Timing Tari : Destiny Fulfilled

Mr. Classic felt as though all the life had been punched out of him.

He was only vaguely conscious of the pandemonium that was now inside the aircraft. The wind was still rushing in and it seemed like the little plane was struggling for survival. He himself was now on the floor, having been knocked down by a mighty gust of wind.

The Bitch. The fucking crazy, lost, psychotic Bitch!!

Who jumps out of a flying plane?! Even as he was being tossed everywhere by the wind, and felt a slight trickle of blood from where his head had hit against the sharp ledge of a seat, the only thing he could taste was the bitter bile of his life gone sour.

Everything was lost. All he had hoped for, longed for, played a game for his entire life. Out the fucking window!!

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Mr. Smooth lying on his stomach, inching his way slowly against the massive onslaught of wind, toward the aircraft door.

Hatred so intense it felt like a rebirth, overwhelmed him in that instant. All his life he had had to be this person. This person that everyone had to like; this person who wore whatever mask the occasion required of him.

He had to learn to give what people required in order to be accepted. He had to pretend he was a happy guy, when deep inside, he really wanted to destroy every pathetic creature from whom he desperately sought affirmation.

His only opportunity to ever changing that dynamic lay in his ascendance of that throne. Then, he will have been able to control all their wretched minds. They would have done only what he wanted them to do. He would have owned them; made them subject to every beckoning of his being.

Oh how he had longed for the day that would have been. Every moment in his life had been geared toward that goal. The old man had clearly said that the throne belonged to whoever owned the Bitch. Get her lost in your power, and her immense power became yours.

He had been sooo close. But then, there had to be this Smooth bastard contending for her heart as well. A new determination set in, as a single idea was born in his heart. What if the old man was wrong? What if he didn’t need that crazy Bitch to get the throne? Wasn’t the real competition Smooth?

All of a sudden, the wind became like breeze as Mr. Classic found in himself a new reason to live. Who said it was over? He inched toward Mr. Smooth with the agility of a passionate snake. Pity the Bitch had to jump; he had actually loved her.

She was the first person with whom he didn’t have to work to be accepted. It was like she saw Him and yet still loved him. Too bad she had to take an early flight!!

Mr. Classic was now very close to Smooth. What was he trying to do anyway? Was he trying to shut the door? Fucking heroic bastard!! Mr. Classic hurried in his glide; he couldn’t afford to allow Smooth shut the door before he got to him.

He was now just at the feet of Smooth and was ready to give him the unexpected push which will hurl him out of the plane and into the cloudless skies, when Smooth suddenly thrust himself out of the plane and out into the skies.

Mr. Classic was shocked silent for the second time in less than 2mins.

He quickly reached out for the door, struggling with the raging wind, fighting for his own survival. He pulled; the wind caused his feet to give way; he regained his balance and got a firmer grip on the door. He shut it.

Silence filled the aircraft.

Mr. Classic collapsed on the floor, trying to make sense of what had just happened. The bastard had committed suicide!! That was the only logical explanation for a sane man jumping out of a plane.

Wow!! He had been right earlier; the Smooth Fool had actually gotten himself foolishly in love with the Bitch!! Losing the throne and then losing her must have really gotten to him.

Oh well, it’s a good thing he didn’t have to get blood on his hands after all. Now he alone was eligible for the throne. There was no one to contend with him. He will find a way..somehow

But first, he needs to make sure this damn plane lands safely. He rushed into the cockpit..


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Mr. Smooth – 2mins ago

His heartbeat resumed exactly 5seconds after she jumped.

Then he was knocked down by the wind. She is even crazier than I thought. She jumped??!!

Mr. Smooth couldn’t stop the smile that escaped his lips. He found himself slowly moving toward the door. He looked back to see if Classic was alright, he had seen him fall against the ledge of a seat moments ago.

Classic was stirring, so he must be alright.

How long does it take before an object of Tari’s weight hit the ground? As if it matters, what the heck can I do about it anyway?

Trust Tari not to think about the possible outcome of jumping out of a flying plane. Oh, she did think about it alright; the crazoid was ready to die.

She is such a fool; it baffles me how anyone can be so passionate. But how he loved this fool of a woman.

He wondered what her final thought will be if she wasn’t already dead by now. He wondered how she would feel if she hit the ground with no-one there to catch her. He cringed at the thought of her beautiful body being broken to pieces by whatever element broke her fall.

Oh God, why couldn’t I just have loved a normal woman who had no grand expectations of me in her silly head?

For the first time in his adult life, Mr. Smooth felt like he had completely lost control. He had always maintained a disciplined approach to life. From a tender age, he had felt so much compassion for the sufferings of everyone, and the helplessness he felt toward it had made him learn to bottle his emotions with finesse.

He had wanted that throne all his life because only then would he have the power to transform the mind of the world. He will feed them thoughts which will open them up to the unseen good which is resident in every human. He will create a new world order rooted in Love and honor for human life.

He hated himself for using Tari the way he had. His only consolation was in telling himself that she wants the same thing of the world, so will understand. He knew why she was given the gift that could change everything; she was pure.

Smooth carried a great deal of pain in his heart. Pain from the callousness of humanity; pain from the insincerity of friends and ‘loved ones’.

His pain became his shield. It became his armor.

Smooth also carried a lot of anger in him. He was angry at his seeming helplessness toward changing all the suffering he could see. Hence, Smooth mastered the art of Control.

He was the master of his own emotions. It was only with Tari that this was threatened. With her, he wanted to do things he had not thought about since he was a boy. Her open heart and acceptance of the world around her gave her a freedom which Smooth envied greatly.

She was what he wanted to be, but couldn’t bring himself to be.

And now she’s done it again..thrown my entire world out of control. Smooth realized that for once in his life, he had a situation on his hands, and absolutely no PLAN.

With this realization came a certain feeling he didn’t recognize. Something was unlocked somewhere deep inside him. Confused as Smooth was, whatever was happening to him right now felt good.

He let it happen. Smooth immediately knew where he wanted to be right now; where he wanted to be for the rest of his life, even if that ‘rest’ consisted in a fall to his death.

In the same place with the woman of his soul; the heartbeat of his spirit.

He jumped.

Into the skies, into the unknown. He plunged himself through the misty waves of the clouds, blinded to the certainty of all outcomes, but alive in ways he had never known.

***********************

The clouds received him; the winds sprang to action, steering him in the direction they had been instructed. In the same direction which moments earlier, they had carried the Mistress of the skies.

Since the beginning, they had awaited this time; over and over, they had practiced the execution of this particular assignment. The Master had made it clear that even their survival depended upon the success of this assignment.

With pride, they marched through the skies, aware that all other clouds and the winds of the other polars were in awe of their glory, as the chosen ones to bring delight to the Master’s heart.

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Mr. Smooth opened his eyes.

Everything was brand new. The land was green; lush and held the scent of a new beginning.

He stood up and in a moment of appreciation, took in the magnificent beauty of his surroundings. If there was ever a thing as Perfection, this was it.

Then he saw her; no, now THIS was Perfection.

She lay by the brook, the gentle waters caressing her feet as she slept peacefully in the golden haze of the sun. Her loveliness broke his heart, and he wept.

He went over to her, bent and kissed her.

She opened her eyes. What he saw in them would have caused him to embrace Plane-jumping as a hobby. He knew in that moment that death was only an illusion.

This is Life.

She smiled and took his hand. They sat and were united each other.

Mr. Smooth ascended his throne. The old man had tricked them.

The gift was not just in her, but in them. That was the unlocking he had experienced in the plane.

The throne belonged to he who had the gift of Love.

The gift could only have been discovered by he who was willing to give his life, the throne, and everything else, even in the absence of any gain.

He had given his life for this woman; with no certainty of reward at the other side of it.

In doing so, his Destiny had been fulfilled.


LONG LIVE THE KING & HIS QUEEN.

Two-Timing Tari : In Search of Destiny

The darkness drew me deeper into its embrace.

There also seemed to be what sounded like the beating of a drum; at first it was faint, then it pounded louder and harder until I shrunk myself from its intensity and forced my way out of its reach.

I tried to crack my eyes open. The light was like a shard of glass cutting across my eyes. I quickly shut them.

Then it all came back to me; the question, the look and then total blackness.

I guess I just got myself a full dose of what they say about Curiosity. The pounding in my head seemed to find that last thought quite funny, and expressed itself in full force.

The mother of ALL headaches.

Suddenly, through the haze, I heard a voice. An excitement perked up within me; oohh I was sooo going to play dead right now!! Let this Mr. Classic squirm in guilt as I make him think he’s killed me.

I quickly swallowed the small smile which was trying to escape my lips. No, I was hearing voices, not a voice.

That’s right, two voices. They seemed kind of muffled before, but were now becoming more audible. In fact, they seemed to be approaching me. I stiffened as much as my numb body would allow me.

One voice was definitely Mr. Classic’s; the other was disturbingly familiar. I leaned my ear in closer..OMG!! It couldn’t be; how, when, HOW??!

This would have been an ideal moment to faint, but unfortunately for me, this wasn’t a Nollywood blockbuster titled ‘Jeopardy in the Air’ and directed by one of the Ejiro brothers!!

No, this was real life and I just found myself stuck on a plane with BOTH my lovers!! I didn’t even need to open my eyes to know that the second voice was Mr. Smooth’s. The instinctively sensual reactions from my body were all the proof I needed.

Why me, oh God?! Hey..but I’m playing dead right now, so I can survive this..at least till we land.

“Get up Tareh!!” the voice was definitely Mr Smooth's, he alone pronounced my name that way.

“Stop playing dead…I know you can hear me”, he continued.

The problem with this Smooth Man is that he knows me too damn well!! Alright, BUSTED..the game’s up!! I drew myself into a sitting position and shielding my eyes with my hands, opened them slowly.

My very first post-unconscious sight was of Mr. Classic and Mr. Smooth, the two men I loved, standing together in front of me. It was the most beautiful picture I had ever seen.

I immediately became glaringly aware of the fact that it was just three of us on the small jet. Oh my goodness, not even my blog is uncensored enough for the sort of thoughts that flooded my mind.

I smiled at them.

Mr. Classic wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “Do you have any idea how freaked out I was?” he scolded

“Well, that was kind of the idea…next time; you’ll be gentle with a lady” I replied cheekily

Like a force field, the reality of the situation overwhelmed me. How was Mr. Smooth on this plane? Why were they speaking to each other when I was unconscious? My eyes narrowed as I ferociously raised my head to face them, more than ready for a fight.

“I want answers, and I want them NOW!! What the FUCK is going on here?”

Mr. Smooth simply smiled, turned around and began walking toward the cockpit. Spurred by some energy, I sprang up and ran to block his path. I think the wild look in my eyes stopped him from taking even a single step further. I was enraged.

“I said I wanted answers, and someone is going to give me some right NOW!!” I looked from one to the other with what I hoped was my most dangerous look.

Mr. Smooth shrugged, turned his back on me and took a seat.

“What do you want to know?” he asked as he sat down majestically and crossed his legs. I looked over at Mr. Classic, who was smiling sheepishly.

“Mister Smooth!! Never thought I’d see the day…she has you like pudding in her hands!!” Mr. Classic said mockingly.

“First of all, how did you get on this plane?” I pointed accusingly at Mr. Smooth.

Mr. Smooth relaxed in his seat. “I own the plane. I knew you were not going to come for Brunch today, I saw the rebellion in your eyes the last time. So I decided to go on a little ride all by myself. But when I was told someone had booked it for the weekend, I figured I’d just fly the customer myself. Who would have guessed it’d be you, my beautiful angel and your Lover, my good friend here”

Oh nooooo!! So he’d been in there through everything I’d done with Mr. Classic back here. I wondered if there was some sort of CCTV that linked to the cockpit.

Mr. Smooth smiled. “The sounds were good enough for me”

I was determined to be in control; I won’t let him get to me..FOCUS Tari, Focus.

“You guys KNOW each other?!” I knew I wasn’t going to like whatever I heard on this jet, but I had to know.

Getting the information out of them was like pulling a welded tooth, but I eventually did. I threatened, fought, manipulated, flirted, and did everything I knew how and at the end of it all, wondered if I wouldn’t have been better off not knowing.

In summary, Mr. Smooth and Mr. Classic not only knew each other, they shared the same destiny. They had been told by the same person as children, that only one of them can ascend the throne which they both lived to attain. For both of them, it was all about the power, the influence, the eventual domination of the entire airspace and I, poor me, was the pawn each needed to fulfill his raw ambition.

Needless to say, it wasn’t really me they wanted, it was my gift.

They both denied that they had been using me. They had pretended to love me, to guarantee my submission, and then whoever I totally submitted to, would own me, and of course, my gift. I lost the will to live as the truth unfolded before me. I mostly had to dig into what they weren’t saying to figure out the truth for myself. Like the fact that it’s my gift they both wanted.

They needed me, and so were still trying to convince me that they loved me. My heart could only take so much. It was clear that they had both unexpectedly fallen hopelessly in love with me in their quest to ‘own’ me, but I doubted that their love for me superseded their Desire for Domination.

These two men, whom I had given everything; my heart, my body, my passion, had suddenly become strangers to me. Yet as I looked at them, from one to the other, I was overwhelmed by an abiding love for both of them.

My love for them was undaunted by the lies they had given me. I knew in my heart that they were both Kings and I truly wanted them to be all they could be and more. I cursed myself for this gift I’ve been given, which had to place a stake on the possibility of me being truly loved.

Yet they both were still pledging their undying love for me. They claimed they would have loved me whether or not I had this gift which they so desperately needed.

At some point in our lives, we will all be stabbed by the dagger of Necessity. The thrust of the dagger penetrated me in that moment as I stood confused before these two men whom I loved with everything I am.

They both say they love me; they both want what I have; I genuinely love both; I can only give myself completely to one; it has to be the one who truly loves me..

My life belongs to the ONE who with love can redeem it.

There really is only one way to find out if any of my lovers is that ONE..

With the speed of a Cheater, I rushed to the ‘Exit’ door; my quick hands undid the locks. As I pushed the door outward, I heard the heavy footsteps of both men rushing after me, and screaming out my name. I didn’t look back.

I jumped. The rush of the wind pushing on me, as I hurled myself against the empty clear skies.

In search of my own destiny.


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Two-Timing Tari : Initiating Project Research & Rebellion

All my life, I’ve always thought of myself as one little Rebel.

I have a stubborn inclination within myself to always want to do the exact opposite of what I know I shouldn’t be doing. However, my lifetime of experience in the game of Rebelliousness failed me this past weekend.

This had to be the longest weekend ever!! I had no idea how much a deliberate attempt to keep myself away from Mr. Smooth was going to affect me. My mind was inundated with thoughts of him; memories and flashes from times we’ve spent together. Every single thing I saw, ate, felt, heard and imagined, reminded me of him.

What has that suave son of a gun done to me, I wonder? It was the very last of my willpower that it took to hold me back every single time I thought of him. All I wanted was to escape from my self-imposed prison of Smooth Deprivation, and run over to his lair on the 98.1 frequency, pouring myself at his feet and nuzzling my hair and cheek against his ankle.

I wanted to curl myself up in his side and drink in the fountain of his magnificent scent. I wanted to gaze admiringly into his beautiful eyes as he displayed his extensive knowledge of World Politics, Astronomy, Meta-Physics, Human Relationship Dynamics, World History, Nature and every other subject he so intelligently teaches me about when we’re together.

Oh, how I love the mind of my Mr. Smooth. He knows something about everything. There is no question I ask of him, that he doesn’t give an enlightened answer to. His understanding is like the sand on the sea-shores all around the coast of Lagos.

With tears in my eyes right now, I declare to you that I’m terribly missing him.

But I feel as though I have to do this. Please tell me, is the way I feel about him normal?

Are my responses to him natural?

I’ve NEVER missed the Sunday Brunch tradition that Mr. Smooth and I share; but this Sunday I deliberately kept myself away.

I was a nervous wreck!! Made even more so by the fact that he didn’t even call to find out why I didn’t show up.

Could it be that my earlier suspicion of him not caring about me was right? Am I merely a disposable convenience to Mr. Smooth?

But his eyes say something different when we’re together. The way he looks at me cannot be a lie. His gaze is usually filled with such tenderness toward me, like he would NEVER allow anything hurt me.

I really am confused...

So it was a very welcome escape for me, when Mr. Classic invited me for a ride on a luxury jet he had chartered for the weekend.

I was also slightly surprised, I had no idea Mr. Classic rolled like that. But I asked no questions, simply packed a little Vanity Case and made my way into this Classic Flight.

It was a different side of Mr. Classic I experienced this weekend. Between you and me, I felt he was trying a little to be like Mr. Smooth to me.

When I told him about my affair last week, he did ask me what it was about Mr. Smooth that attracted me to him. I told him; maybe I shouldn’t have, as I now get the feeling that Mr. Classic is trying to be a little Smooth to me.

I’m not quite sure if I’m comfortable with that or not. I kind of like Mr. Classic for the person he is.

Gosh!! Not what I needed at all!! There I was trying to escape from Mr. Smooth, and now I’m trapped on a luxury jet with his Wannabe for what now seemed like a looooonnngg tin!!

I immediately felt guilty pangs after having that thought. Mr. Classic was only making an effort to bring what he imagined was ‘wholeness’ to our relationship. I had hurt him with my infidelity, yet he had forgiven me and is now trying hard, even going out of his comfort zone, to make us work.

I should be ashamed of myself for looking down on him because of that. My heart immediately warmed to him, and I proceeded to give him an experience only the hazy clouds could document, if only they had eyes and ears!!

Needless to say, Mr. Classic was speechless after that; but he soon recovered and chased me all around the empty aircraft, for being such a naughty girl. I hoped the Pilots didn’t mistake our rumbling for turbulence!!

I was sooooo happy to have my REAL Classic Man back!! I squealed delightfully as we laughingly played all over the place. I was so happy!!

After a while, we lay down on the floor and enjoyed the silent humming of the vessel, as it cut across the dark skies like a seasoned Predator.

At that point I remembered that I was supposed to be on a mission with Mr. Classic also. This was not going to be easy, he’s such a sweetheart, and I hate to make him even slightly uncomfortable. Silly me, why would asking him any questions make him uncomfortable?

I’ve practically shared my entire life with him; he knows everything about me, down to the piercings I have...

I turned to face him and rested my head on his shoulder as he drew me close to him. Then I quietly asked:

“What was it like for you growing up?”

He lifted his head, and peered closely at me, looking a little surprised. There was also something in his eyes I’d never seen before.

Then he stood up so abruptly that my head lost its balance and hit the floor with a resounding thud..

To be continued...

Two-Timing Tari : Confession Time

So after my solid declaration last week to confess my two-timing to Mr. Smooth & Mr. Classic, the weekend came and my liver began to shrink in size.

How was I going to say it?

What if they unleashed their inner monsters which I knew nothing about on me when I told them?

Would they think I’m a HOOOEEE?!!

And the worst of all..What if I lost them both or even one of them?

For a moment I felt like coming back here to tell you guys that it was all April Fool’s ooooo..the problem is that its August and there’s no way to convince you otherwise.

Why do I place myself in situations like these?! Couldn’t I have just shaat my big mouth and continued chopping and cleaning mouth?!!

Friday came and I had a quickie session with both of them (separately of course). I was withdrawn and snappy, but that didn’t faze any of them.

That’s the amazing thing about these guys..they are such GREAT Guys!! No matter how much I tried to snap and be as grouchy as I could, so that I could strike up a fight, they never showed even the slightest sign of irritation.

It’s really weird you know, but sometimes I actually have nightmares about them being the same guy!! Is it possible for there to be two guys of such strength of character and warm-heartedness..and they both happen to be my Man?!

As in really, I should consider that possibility!! With the advent of Technology these days, ANYTHING is possible..and both of them are not your average Johnny-Just-Come..they know what’s up!!

In the very early hours of Sunday morning, I was with Mr. Smooth in his lair on 98.1

He sensed my withdrawal and stiffness, but was still his usual self: the perfect, sexy Gentleman.

I tried to form vexing so that we would fight and then he’d beg me..at that point I’d go “By the way I’m seeing someone else”..and because he’s already begging me anyway, he’d just brush it aside as nothing.

No show oooo!! Mr. Smooth is so mature; he had a gentle response for every of my childish rants..I soon began to relax..I mean wouldn’t you?!

Very soon, he had me down to butter; as usual I soon forgot every single thing, especially the fact that there was any other Man or even person that existed apart from him..he smells sooooo damn good!!!

Mr. Smooth treated me so good that night, I caught myself a FEVER!!!

I never got to tell him about Mr. Classic.

Later that Sunday morning, while having a very relaxed session with Mr. Classic on the 97.3 frequency, my heart began to pound all over again.

Mr. Classic is such a happy Guy; I hate to even think about anything bothering him at all, not to talk of when I’m now the culprit.

It wasn’t helping matters as well that I was still yet to recover from my Dessert at Dawn experience with Mr. Smooth..my body still caught the shivers whenever I had flashes of all he’d done to me that morning.

Once or twice, Mr. Classic caught me smiling absently, but I brushed it off saying I was just too pleased to be around him, hence the blushing.

I knew it wasn’t fair to be bringing Mr. Smooth into my quality time with Mr. Classic, so I immediately decided to make it up to him.

I changed outfits and danced to D’angelo’s ‘Baby Let’s Cruise’, exclusively for him. He could only watch and not touch.

He later told me that he never realized that song was soooooo long!! Needless to say, Mr. Classic was extremely pleased with my sensual performance.

I decided to take full advantage of his pleasure, by seizing the moment to tell him about Mr. Smooth.

He was silent the entire time I spoke, and looked deep into my eyes as I poured it all out to him.

Then Mr. Classic did something I will NEVER forget for as long as I live: he stood up, came to where I was seated, drew me to a standing position, lifted me in his arms and placed me to stand in front of a full-length mirror.

He asked me to take a good, long look at myself..I did. Then he said these words:

“I see YOU, Tari.”

I swirled around to face him, trying to get a better understanding of what he was saying. He looked deep into my eyes, his eyes were misty, and had in them something so deeply radiant yet intense.

“YOU are my Queen. The very best of everything I am. Nothing..absolutely NOTHING you did yesterday, today or even tomorrow is going to change that.”

His words were like a force that overwhelmed me..ridding me of all my resistance. My knees lost their balance, and I began to crumble to the floor. Mr. Classic caught me and held me close to himself. He whispered in my ears..

“If I had only a little piece of you Tari, it would still be worth more to me than anything this world could ever offer me..”

At that point, I broke down completely.

“No Mr. Classic, please don’t say that…I’m not what you think I am…please don’t settle for this rubbish I’m giving you..”

“Sssssshhhhhh..” he shut me up with a kiss. He gently wiped my face with his hands and kissed my eyes as if to stop the flow of tears.

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that Tari? I see your true colors..I see YOU..and you are by far the most exquisite creature I have ever laid my eyes or imagination upon. Please allow me the pleasure of you..however little of YOU I have”.

There was only one thing I could think of at that point..CHOCOLATE!!

For some weird reason, I’d never be able to explain, this god of a Man was declaring his unconditional love for me, and all I could think about was Chocolate?!

I stupidly told him what was on my mind.

He laughed at me and stroked my chin, while he said to me in the softest voice possible “It’s plain to see, you’re the reason why God made a girl..”

Isn’t it annoying how time flies when you’re having fun?! Especially with a Man who is nothing short of a Dream!!

High on the euphoria of Mr. Classic, I soon went over to keep my Brunch appointment with Mr. Smooth on the 98.1 frequency.

For the first time ever, I was actually thinking of Mr. Classic while with Mr. Smooth. That NEVER happens!! I forget EVERYTHING when I’m with my Smooth Operator.

I watched him intently as he put everything in place for our Brunch. Then I decided to give it a shot..

“I’m in a very passionate relationship with another man.”

His hands stopped mid-air as he was pouring the golden champagne into an antique crystal flute for me. He immediately recovered, lifted the glass and brought it over to me.

As I took the glass of champagne from his hand, I peered closely at his face, searching for any tell-tale signs of what was going on his head. I saw nothing.

He lifted his own glass, raised it to me and said “Cheers”

I was confused. Cheers?!! I just told him that ground-breaking piece of information and “CHEERS??!”

Now I was pissed!! I always knew this guy was just too good to be true..he doesn’t even give a shit about the fact that I’m dating another guy!!

I decided to give it another shot..

“I’m just coming from him right now..in fact..this morning he...” Mr. Smooth held up his hand, cutting me off mid-sentence.

“..And you think I have not known about him ALL this while?!”

I almost dropped my glass!! I caught it in the nick of time as I remembered how lovely it was!

I stared at Mr. Smooth blankly. He continued..

“If I tell you exactly how I feel, would you still keep giving me the best of YOU?!”

Now, I haven’t been trained as to how to answer such questions, and I actually didn’t quite understand what he meant, but I was too stunned, I simply nodded.

Mr. Smooth proceeded to tell me, in his controlled, authoritative voice, about how he had known about my relationship with Mr. Classic all this while.

He was under no illusion about what I’m capable of.

“Why..why..didn’t you ever say anything?” I stuttered

He said it was because he had actually been hoping it will happen this way..that is me coming to confess ALL to him.

“..and I also enjoyed watching you get lost in me every single time you came from him…I love making you forget he exists.”

A chill went down my spine. I stared at this man standing before me..poised, elegant and completely unfazed by my Unfaithfulness.

Could it be because he was also being unfaithful? But even if he was, I didn’t have the right to challenge him about it..

He read my thoughts. “No, there is no-one else.”

I was about to open my mouth again..

“..And it will remain that way, whether you choose to continue with your lover or not.”

A barrage of consolations about that were about to spew forth from my mouth, but he simply turned his back on me, walked to the head of the table, drew out a seat and beckoned to me..

“Shall we eat?”

Like a mindless zombie, I walked over slowly and took the sit he had drawn out for me..

I watched him from underneath my eye-lashes as he ate in his slow, regal manner. As my heartbeat increased rapidly, and my breath caught every few seconds, I finally admitted to myself something I’ve always know but never wanted to accept.

I am slightly afraid of Mr. Smooth.

I knew on some level deep within me, that he is an extremely dangerous man. A wonderfully dangerous man.

To my shame, I began to feel a familiar tremor make its way down to my most intimate parts.

I think it’s time to find out exactly what Mr. Smooth wants from me. From his response to my confession, I suspected that he may simply just be enjoying the thrill of having me entirely under his control.

Hmmmnnn..there’s only one way to find out how true that is.

REBELLION.

Yes, that is my next mission! Let’s see how SMOOTH he will be when I make him believe he is losing his power over me.

With that thought, I raised my head and gave him the sweetest smile even I didn’t think I had in me.

He just smiled calmly and shook his head. Gosh, why did his eyes twinkle so brightly when he smiled.

I wondered if my submission to Mr. Smooth was borne out of Love or out of Fear.
Project Rebellion will reveal all that I suppose.

I fleetingly thought about Mr. Classic also. Could it be that I’ve set these two Men on such a high pedestal that I have become blinded to who they truly are?

Is Mr. Classic’s response to my confession a Lover’s response or is it something else I may be missing?!

Who really is Mr. Classic? What did I even know about him?!

I see Project RESEARCH beginning to rear its inquisitive head..

I guess it’s time to really get to know these two men I’ve been giving myself to all this while.

Commence Project RESEARCH & REBELLION with immediate effect.


To be continued...

Two-Timing Tari : The Classic Man VS The Smooth Man

I can’t escape this life that I’m living. I’m in a mix; I’m in love with two Men.

Two insanely attractive and hugely successful men of the highest quality, who are on the brink of driving me insane with their magnetic allure.

They live on two different frequencies and have uniquely distinct attributes, which somehow makes it easier for me to two-time them without getting busted by either of them.

They are The Classic Man, who lives on the 97.3 frequency & The Smooth Man who has his lair on the 98.1 frequency.

These two Men contribute in giving me the most exhilarating experiences during my weekends and also on week-days.

The freedom to move from one of them to the other, without implicating myself, also adds to the thrill of my exotically sinful romantic liaisons with them.

Let me tell you a little about both of them:

The Classic Man makes me high.

He is like a drug which has become legal because of the euphoria it gave even those who were responsible for the enforcement of its ban. Think the Chairman of N.D.L.E.A becoming the Chief Advocate for the legalization of Marijuana, as a result of how the grass changed his own life.

That is how my Classic Man makes me feel. He uplifts my soul in so many different ways. He takes me through the sands of time, elevating my consciousness to different planes of musical indulgence.

He touches me in places I reserve for myself and makes me want to put an ‘Exclusively Reserved For The Classic Man’ sign in those doorways.

Thoughts of him even when I am absent from him, make me release bubbles of laughter, which swallow me up in their cocoon and take me on a delightful sail in the clear skies.

My Classic Man is a happy-go-lucky guy who is as infectious as the song on his lips.

The Smooth Guy on the other hand..aaahhhhh..a darkly sensuous rush makes its way through my body as I even mention his name.

Yes, that’s the one word I can use to describe him right now; Dark.

Think creamy, luxurious Dark Chocolate; Rare and refined, being poured all over the buttery brown skin of an ancient African goddess.

I’m a very opinionated woman who likes to express her knowledge at a given opportunity, but when I’m around my Smooth Man, I rest my case.

Every single sense in my system is shut down, making room for the awakening of a single sense: The Sense of Savoury.

I loose myself in my Smooth Man. I become so enraptured in his enchanting power and sensuously rhythmic motion that I completely forget everything I am and am not, and take on the luxury of his presence.

His voice is like the melting of ice on a warm mountain bed.

His touch is like a King’s release of passion after a long period of war.

The way his gaze falls on me is like the awareness the Ghost Leopard brings to the forest as his eyes fall upon a waiting prey.

My Smooth Man does things to me that make me wonder if I dreamed them even while they’re still happening to me.

Nothing else exists when I’m with my Smooth Man. It is at the point when I have to leave him that I remember that there is a world outside of the velvety magnificence of him.

This last Sunday, I actually felt the first pang of guilt at my two-timing. I was with The Classic Man, and he had filled my morning with intense lovemaking which had awakened layers of my soul that go deeply beyond the realms of this Dimension.

Knowing my love for God and the journey God has brought me through, my Classic Man signed his name on my heart forever, by singing to me the song ‘Balm of Gilead’.

That took me back to every moment in the past in which I had been hurting, broken and afraid, when God like a Balm, healed me and shaped me into this beautiful person you now see.

By this thoughtful and invaluable gesture, my Classic Man was affirming me, and acknowledging the beauty he beholds when he looks at me.

“How can one Man make a woman feel this special?” I thought to myself as I lay in his arms comforted by the stroke of his fingers against my side.

Then, shortly after, without giving him any notice at all, I broke the serenity of our union and rushed out of our love enclave, without even knowing what I was going after myself.

I found myself unconsciously making my way to the 98.1 frequency to join my Smooth Man for Brunch.

His kind eyes and disarming smile welcomed me as he served me with the quiet dignity of a King providing for his Queen.

If only he knew where I had been only moments before. I wondered if my Classic Man’s breezy scent still lingered on me.

I soon forgot that and everything else as my Smooth Man drew me into himself with his grand chariots and enthroned me upon the sacred throne of his heart.

Oh God, why have you blessed me with the love of these two glorious Kings, and then imposed the curse of a conscience upon my unfaithful heart?

I don’t want to lie and cheat these two men anymore. They don’t deserve to be treated this way by me or even anyone else.

I’m going to come clean with both of them by letting each one in on the existence of the other, since I'm definitely not willing to let go of either.

I hope they’ll be satisfied in the fact that there is no Main Squeeze or Side Chick in my affair with them.

They are both my Kings and I promise to love them both with equal passion and commitment.

LONG LIVE THE QUEEN.