My only savior during the journey was my phone, powerbank and bottle of vodka. I didn't interact with the other passengers and kept to myself
I heave in exertion. My back and thighs ache from the strenuous journey. I am having a splitting headache and I can hardly concentrate.
A trill of relief made my soul happy when I saw "WELCOME TO WAMAKO CAMP, SOKOTO STATE".
Batch B arrives.
A huge round of cheer went through all the passengers and we begin to alight. We arrive at the camp at exactly 1pm. The journey from Lagos to Sokoto has not been a great one for me. It was a 26hour journey. I'm tired and I left home without getting a good fucking.
The fact that I'm coming into a place that I won't fuck for three weeks is grazing on my nerves. What sort of life will it be? So much guys, but no sex. My pussy began to get angry at me. I'm sure it will be a dry desert by the time I leave this camp.
My only savior during the journey was my phone, powerbank and bottle of vodka. I didn't interact with the other passengers and kept to myself, so I have no ready made friend like others who'd already paired up.
The hot sun beat down on us as we trudged into the camp. Soldiers milled around and my usual sense of curiosity overwhelms me. I use my luggage to queue for registration and then wander off- the line is long as fuck!
My eyes feed on the sights around me.. I am expecting something worse, I guess. Beautiful bungalows painted green and yellow, while tall buildings which I later knew to be the hostels are at the far end of the compound.
The parade ground looks so big and merciless. I have heard horror stories of how you will march to your death on this fields. I shiver and move on.
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Food for the eyes.
My limbs are heavy, but I didn't stop. I walked to the mami market to get something to eat. My stomach is growling in hunger. I enter a stall and sat.. Then I order.
A little girl placed the food in front of me and as I give her the money to pay, a deep baritone voice cuts in "Leave it, I'd pay". A sense of irritation went through me. Is it one of those nonsense boys who feel entitled??
I start to protest but when I look up, the words die in my throat. Electricity sparked. Literally. He winks at me and continue eating his meal. Damn. I could not focus on my food.
I begin to steal glances at the gorgeous hunk in front of me. He makes eating look so sexual. He his fitted in his complete khakis - Army green and brown. His hair is a low buzz and his features look savage.
Shrewd eyes, slim long nose and thin lips. A scar ran down the length the left side of his face and rather than make him look odd, it added to the sense of attractive danger around him.
From his features, I can sense he is a Northerner. An Hausa Soldier. Damn. He is fine! I eat my food, while being so self conscious. As I polish off the last of my meal, I look up and see him smiling at me.
"Come here" he mouthed. I stand up and go to his table.. "Have your seat dear" he says pleasantly. His accent hit me low in my belly and causes my body to shake. Fuck. I've not spent an hour in camp and my pussy is revolting.
I sit down, my pussy clenching. I have a full view of his beautifully hard looking body. Strong. My eyes latch on his fingers and I can see them fucking into my pussy.
My overactive imagination begins to play a crazy loop in my head and I feel the soldier kissing my neck. My pussy starts gushing and my eyes go dreamy.
His touch brought me back to reality. "Hey," he whisper. His big brown hands are wrapped around my fair skin and I want to faint with desire. My restraint is almost broken mostly due to my tiredness.
I stare at his lips like they are the key to heaven.. His fingers grazed my skin in a soothing manner.. "Whats your name"? I didn't reply and suddenly bolt up. I need to leave before I embarass myself and do something idiotic like throwing myself at him. I run.
Parade Ground.
The next day, I wake up feeling a bit better, although my night was restless, as dreams about the mysterious soldier plagued my subconscious.
It didn't help that other girls are also hung up on him. News about the sexy soldier who has a beautiful scar on his face has spread like wild fire.
Every where I turn to and every girl I speak with wants to smash or date him. I realize I have a lot of competition for his attention. I am suddenly glad I ran away. I'm sure he's a player.
We arrive at the parade ground as early as 4:30am and began marching and exercises. Things were fine until after breakfast.
We went back to the parade grounds to march and we are introduced to the Platoon officials. Imagine my shock when I realize that Mr Sexy is one of our platoon officers In fact, he's the top soldier.
There are 10 platoons, and I get assigned to his? Damn. My eyes - along with all the other girls watch his body raptorously as he introduces himself and talk about rules. I couldn't get enough of his body and my eyes glance to crotch every 5 seconds.
We march and all is well until it is time to leave the field. I hear my number called and I look up in shock. The officer is calling you, I am told.
My heart beat fast as I walk towards him. Every other person has left and he gesture for me to walk alongside him. Slowly.
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"I'm going to make this fast in case you choose to run away again. I like you a lot and will like to be your friend. Let me have your phone." I gave it to him and he type in his phone number. Then hit dial and I heard his phone ring. He looks at me with the most wicked smile ever and increase his pace, leaving me behind.
Nobody will ever suspect.
My own Soldierboy.
We begin to chat and he calls me all the time. My friendship with him isolated me from fellow corpers because we had to maintain a discreet one. I had very few friends but I am fine. Sexy Soldier makes me giddy.
I hear other girls in the hostel talk about how they sleep with him, how he calls them, how he texts them but I know they are lying. He has eyes for only me.
That fateful night, we have socials and most of the corpers and soldiers will be at the hall. He texts me to meet him in his quarters as usual, and I agree.
This night is different. I can already feel the anticipation because I know we are gonna fuck. We've never been truly alone together and I've been looking forward to total privacy with him.
He didn't waste time. No time for niceties. We have romanced enough. He bent me over the bunk and pull down my white shorts. He has already instruct me not to wear any underwear, so my bare cunt is open to his gaze.
I can hear his hiss of appreciation as I know what it is he's seeing. My big ass, smooth and heart shaped, looking all spankable while my asshole winked with my beautiful pussy peeking out.
He touches my ass reverently which made me suck in a gasp of delight. "Fuck" he groans. He went on his knees and proceeds to eat my ass.
His hot tongue lave my skin and he warns me about being too loud. Then he begins to lick my vulva and eat my pussy. It was the best head I ever received in my life.
Have you ever been bent over while a man who knows how to use his mouth eats the life out of your cunt? I think not. This man made a meal out of me. He grips my waist, held my ass cheeks like handlebars and finished the hell out of my twat. He didn't forget my asshole too. No. He intersects between the two and gave me the best orgasm of my life, while my legs shook like young banana saplings.
Disappointment.
I hear him tear a foil and I look back, he's wearing a condom. I did a double take. This cock is not as big or huge as he's been describing. I didn't bother about it. It's the use that mattered to me.
Fuck.
I was disappointed. Disillusioned.
It was the worst fuck of my life. Do I still need to describe it? The thrusts were ill timed and he didn't even fill me up. Things went downhill fast.
I began to cry because I am sexually frustrated. This man has built up my anticipation! I've been masturbating to thoughts of him for days! How can a man give such astounding head yet have zero fuck game?
After the whole fiasco, I left his room without saying anything. He kissed me and thanked me for a good fuck but I lamented in my mind. I guess the pussy was good. Unfortunately, I can't say the same for the dick.
The next day, I start to scout for male corpers who'd dick me down good.
What a waste of soldier.
Watch out for part 2!
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Written by Adedamola Yusuf.
I'm Yusuf T. A and I studied at the University of Ibadan. Im an Author, Blogger and Nutritionist. I Love to read, write and listen to music. I epitomize an Intelligent mind. IG: _sleeqie_
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