Ruki’s Desire


What I’m about to write may be a little unusual, but I recently completed Stephen King’s Dark Half  and came out into the bright sunlight to see two sparrows take flight from the roof above my window. So I guess, there is a little George Stark in me right now, and I want to pen.

Ah yes..this contains scenes involving sex, violence and other quite disgusting stuff. For the sqeamish and innocent at heart, please stop readin now.

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“ Are you going to be home tomorrow?” he typed

“Yes”

“Good”

“Why”

“Because I’m coming to fuck you..”

****

Peter was blunt. He was always blunt. It was a privilege afforded tall, handsome men with strong fingers and sensual  eyes. His lips, though full and inviting, were cruel and constantly parted in the most sardonic grins. But men found him sexual and were attracted to the danger he presented. So he used them, used those eyes they were attracted to, and beguiled and betrayed and dumped.

Ruki was shocked and annoyed and secretly pleased. She hadn’t heard from Peter in almost a month, asides a half-hearted “Happy Sunday” chat two weeks ago. And here he was pinging her now, for sex! Well, she had a boyfriend now, as she had informed him two Sundays ago, and he had one too. So leave me alone for gossakes!

But she knew.

She knew she wanted him. Knew deep within her, in that sweltering core that was slowly beginning to moist, that she needed him.

“Gerrawt jor!” she typed. “That’s how you’ll talk and you’ll not show”  That much was true.

He sent a ‘devil smiley’. “Tempt me!”

She grinned, her centre getting wetter, and told herself it was just harmless flirting.

“LOL,” she typed, and sent a ‘batting eyelashes smiley’.

“So, 10:00am?” he typed.

“Haba! Isn’t that too soon? I won’t have bathed even…”

“Better…I want you dirty even..”

She giggled then, and shifted her position, her body was beginning to get that warm feeling. An image coursed through her mind: she and Peter, naked, twisted among the sheets, as she clutched at his back, her centre thrust toward him, her neck arched back in desire.

“LOL..you’re just too horny..” she typed.

As she watched the message deliver. The screen suddenly dissolved to show an incoming call. The caller ID read ‘Nathan’. Inwardly, she groaned in exasperation, as the flow of hormones to her brain cut off suddenly. She thought about ignoring the call. But he’ll only call again. And then he’ll ask questions.

“Hello..?” she answered sullenly. Almost guiltily.

“Hello baby..” her boyfriend replied.

Fifteen minutes later, she ended the call. Her phone beeped with a new message. She checked. Peter.

“I just want you so badly now. You can barely imagine. Or maybe you can..’grin smiley’..wait for me, 10:00am”

And then later, “I’ll bring chocolate..and the pineapple flavoured ones…”

He meant condoms, she thought, with a throb of guilt and an inner warmth spread through her again.

Oh, Peter..

****

Two years ago, she was in 100l, a fresh student, new to school and innocent as a jay-bird in July. It was afternoon and she had been buying a novel from a stand in the shopping complex right beside her Science faculty. Till now, she wasn’t sure if she had been listening subconsciously, or if her ears had suddenly picked up on the sound of a particular word or phrase, but she suddenly wanted to know who the voice belonged to. And when she saw him, her heart gave one of those little flutters.

He wasn’t as tall then, and his features weren’t as chiseled,  but as he stood talking animatedly with his friends: two guys and a girl, about some author he had just read, she was taken. To hear him talk, Ruki found herself wanting the book, wanting his voice, wanting him. These were emotions strange to her then, and for a while she was both excited and puzzled. The girl with him, a skinny thing, kept looking with such rapt attention as Peter talked, her nostrils flared as though to drink in the very scent of him. Ruki found herself getting jealous of the proximity.

As a sharp Sapele girl, to whom slacking is not an option, she called out in her best accent, and asked what novel it was they were talking about. He turned then, dark-brown eyes appraising her quickly; expertly. If he liked what he saw, he gave no sign. But he smiled when she said, she could have heard him from the other side of the campus, with the way he praised the book, and if she bought it and the author was no good, she’ll probably have no choice but to jump naked in a bowl of hot egusi.

“He is that good,” he laughed. His mind probably already imagining her naked, 5’5, narrow-waisted form drenched in oil. The other girl hissed in envy.

She achieved two things that day. One was exchanging numbers with Peter and the other was buying a copy of Janusaneni’s latest bestseller.

It wasn’t till a year after that they first fucked. After that night, she was completely smitten. She bought a new Janusaneni the next day.

Outside, Peter was sarcastic, malevolent and a playful tease. In bed, he was  nothing but a beast. He tore at her, devoured her in ways she thought impossible, leaving her spent and sore and always wanting more each time.

But it was never normal.

One time, he let himself into her room while she was in the bathroom, using his spare key. He then hid beside the bathroom door, waiting for her to come out. As she stepped out, oblivious, clad in only her towel, her shoulders and legs glistening with beads of water, he came up behind her and clamped a hand over her mouth. She nearly fainted from shock. Shoving her against the wall, he tore at her towel. Instinctively, her brain still reeling from the shock, her first reaction was to retrieve her towel and cover her nakedness and she bent over. Without warning, he stuck a finger right into her vagina. She tried to scream then, but his hand was firm over her mouth and all that came out was a muffled cry. Then he spoke in her ears, his voice a harsh whisper.

“I’m going to fuck you Ruki.”

Turning her around, so she faced him, he pinned her to the wall and bit her shoulders. His eyes were wild and crazy.

“Peter, sto..” she tried to say, but his hand was over her mouth again. She could smell her sex on his fingers, and impossibly, crazily, she began to get moist.

Peter? Peter was already naked and ready for action.

****

Are you going to be home?

I’m coming to fuck you!

****

She had had other men. Some were boisterous, some languid and sensual, but none of the experiences, none of the styles could hold a candle to Peter’s. Peter was an animal. There was no conventionality with him.

Once she was on the toilet bowl, taking a shit. They  had just come from this Chinese restaurant, and it was already obvious, from the groans and loud noises erupting from her anus, that any food prepared by a small yellow person was certain to disagree with her.

Suddenly Peter was in the bathroom, naked, his small member, swollen and throbbing.

“What the hell are you..?? Can’t you see I’m in the..!”

“I want to fuck you Ruki.”

And so he had. Right there in the bathroom, her head in the sink, her arms flailing to the sides, dribbles of yellow shit falling from her buttocks to splatter against the white floor tiles. He thrust into her, repeatedly, consistently, for hours it seemed. Till she was lost in a kaleidoscope of colours, and pleasure, and later pain.

He was insatiable.

He was coming tomorrow.

****

The next day, at 10:15am, the knock came on her door. Light and yet, insolent. Like he owned the place.

Peter.

She opened it, and there he was. First time she was seeing him face-to-face in almost a year.

“Hi,” he grinned shyly, his eyes twinkling. “That’s a nice gown. Chocolate?”

She loved him. Of that she was sure. Why she loved him? Why she loved this coarse, very dangerous animal? Of that, she had no idea.

She let him in.

All through the night and early in the morning, she had steeled herself. She was prepared for him. She was prepared to rebuff all his advances. She knew her desire might betray her and for that reason, she had set the stage to detract from such intentions. The curtains were wide open with the bright sunlight streaming in, and playing on her TV was The Hobbit, the most ‘un-sexual’ movie she had. But he made no pass. For all intents and purposes, he was there simply for the movie, and the chat from last night might as well have been typed by a mischievous alter ego. She decided not to bring it up.

They watched the movie, while he lay with his head across her lap, her hands unconsciously stroking his face. They were perhaps fifteen minutes into the movie, chewing on chocolates and laughing, when she suddenly stood up, walked to the door, locked it, and let down the curtains.

“Ah..a cinematic feel eh?” he started.

She straddled him, and kissed him, deeply and fully on his lips. For a second, he seemed to hesitate, and then he was kissing her back, but not in the usual hungry manner. He was kissing her slowly, almost sensually.

What was happening?

But she couldn’t help herself, she wanted him. Had wanted him for so long. Still kissing him, her expert hands flew over his shirt, unsnapping his buttons. In seconds she had his shirt and singlet on the floor. She was already naked. There was nothing underneath her gown.

“Fuck me Peter…”

“Ruki calm down. I…”

“Fuck me dammit!” she was trembling.

She didn’t care if he was in a homosexual relationship. She wanted his body. She always had. She needed that canine ferocity he brought into his lovemaking. Stabbing her nails into his naked chest, she scratched deep red lines on his skin, drawing blood.

Peter roared. Inflamed. Twisting around he slammed her into the bed and slapped her.

Yes..yess.. she moaned.

But still he paused. “Ruki, I shouldn’t have come here today. I just wanted to talk to you that’s all. I really can’t do this anymore.” He got up from the bed and picked his shirt off the floor. Ruki was stunned. Whaaaat?!!

Hell no! She scrambled up from the bed, her heavy breasts swaying, and grabbed his arm. “You wait here! Where are you going?!”

That was when he pushed her.

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If you didn’t look at her head, she seemed to be sleeping. She lay on her left side; her right arm flopped over in front of her. Her head however rested at an unusual angle against the wooden side of the bed, her eyes open and sightless. Peter was stunned.

Oh my God! I’ve killed her! When he pushed her, there hadn’t really been that much force! It was the chocolate! It was the fucking Cadbury wrapper! When she stepped on it , she had slipped and fallen backwards while he looked on. Her head had struck the sharp end of the bed rest where it protruded towards the doorway. The sound it made had been sickening, like the sound of breaking coconut. At first he thought it was an ordinary bump until she slid to the floor with her neck at that angle. Then he realized, she had hit her neck.

He crouched beside her, afraid to touch the corpse. Oh my God! He wondered if the neighbours had heard her when she called to him. But he doubted it. It hadn’t been that much of a shout. He drew out her legs. Her head fell to the floor with a dull, lifeless thud. From her mouth trickled a thin line of blood. He stiffened. His penis stiffened.

He touched her lips, using his thumb to paint the blood on her lips. He got harder. He caught sight of the Cadbury wrapper, there was some chocolate still left in it. He took out the chocolate, it had gotten mashed up and coated his fingers nicely. He smeared some of it on her vagina. Peter smiled. Then he got naked.

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I can’t go on abeg..

Raw material..
Raw material..

Disclaimer

  • I love Cadbury’s Dairy milk
  • These events are not based on any real events, however close they may seem
  • I am not a violent man, nor ehm..lover. (¬_¬)

I hate abusive relationships. If you’re in one, GTFO of it!!! You will die.

GTFO = Get The Fuck Out. [I have no idea why I didn’t put that earlier]

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Author: Christopher Aneni

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73 thoughts on “Ruki’s Desire”

  1. Hmmmmmmm. I think Am gonna go look for dat stephen king’s Dark Half. What came over you?!!! Magnifico!!! I love it! Kudoos

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  2. Aha!! This is all shades of awesome. The entire 50 shades I must say. I was just following like a dog on a leash. One thing I know is that Peter was cursed. The witches in his village are angry virgins. They are waiting for him.

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  3. #sigh… I have so much to say…. #sexual #sexual #sexual!!!! Hilarious,Janusaneni’s bestseller? Yh right (˘̯˘ ) then,nasty ish, he ‘fucked’ her with poopoo ? Ewwwww!!! And then when she died too? How do u even come up with these things…smh… But sincerely,this is one of ur best works,love it

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  4. Quote: But men found him sexual and were attracted to the danger he presented. So he used them, used those eyes they were attracted to, and beguiled and betrayed and dumped. Unquote.

    So…typo or Peter is gay? I’m not done reading. Just first comment. BRB.

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  5. Wow!!!!!!That was hot,disgusting,creepy,sick and deeply entertaining…
    !Peter is just a sick twisted disgusting twisted twisted man with a certain kind of appeal.
    And that shit scene was disgusting..and he wanted to have sex with her dead body,that’s just sick..See why i said he is twisted.seeeeeeeeeee .oui?non?err,okay….
    I absolutely loved the story..Loved the suprising end,loved the flow of the story!!Loved it!loved it!!

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  6. This should have come with a warning: Not for crazy people, liable to induce schizophrenic episode. *reaching for my meds

    Now I don’t want to read the Dark Half.

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  7. serzly? gay + necrophilism? I think u shud stop readin dark books..lool
    pullin ur legs tho, d story’z actually interesting.

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  8. Yes Janus, make necrophilia the new black like E.L James did with bdsm. The world will be a better place… Awesome piece.

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  9. Janus! U’re officially nuts. Dis was disgustingly nice. Didn’t know condoms come with flavour tho and who smears chocolate on d vagina of a possibly dead person???? Sick! Sick!! Sick!!! Bt I love it!!!!!!!!

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  10. Naijamd of the previous post on this blog was right. You are a disgor!!! And I work with you! Y’all should pray for me.

    P.S.- You have helped Stephen King with advert.

    P.P.S.- This is my fifth time reading this post.

    P.P.P.S.- What does that make me?
    😦

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  11. “…and it was already obvious, from the groans and loud noises erupting from her anus, that any food prepared by a small yellow person was certain to disagree with her.”

    That line, up there, is priceless! I almost want to twirl my moustache at that. Hilarious!

    So Janus, it has come to this, eh? We’re now fucking the shit out of women, eh? We’re now smearing chocolate on the cooches of dead broads, is that it?

    Where is your honor?

    WHERE IS YOUR FOOKING HONORRR!!!???

    Okay. No jokes. Man, you did amazingly with this first subgenre. And I am especially proud that you could go no further. Shows you can still be fixed.

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  12. Crazy crazy stuff.. Cheesus!! who f**ks someone while she is Pooping?? Sick sick stuff. Yet “Me like it”, Wonder what dt says abt me.
    Nice one again..

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  13. ‘ innocent as a jay-bird in July’ hmm…. sick story man, way sicker than average. i had to read this one although i didnt get the link, maybe cuz i changed handle. kudos.

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  14. “….any food
    prepared by a small yellow person was
    certain to disagree with her……”
    THAT LINE WAS DAMN RACIST, DUDE. 😦
    Got me rolling tho….
    And thanks for totally grossing me out. My best part was the…. “I can’t go on abeg….” part. OkBye

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  15. I’ve lost my Innocence. I saw d warning though,maybe I probably wanted 2 lose it *covers face* @Janus_aneni, i’ll never ask 4 ali’s story again. U’ve gone nuts,lolz

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  16. Lol! You’re a sicko you know that?! Nice one Stephen King Jr. Weird, disturbing and even revolting at times; but nice!!! 😉

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  17. im startin to wonder which of yr character is more scary…. peter is a beast… and janusaneni is crazy… stephen king is good, bt i think janus kun will b better…

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  18. OK, wow. Sick, crazy, EXTREMELY twisted… And bold, I must say. And I can’t find the exact words so I’ll just say it was perfect. You went for twisted and mehn, you committed to it!

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  19. Errr…surprising, I would say…I analyse a lot when I read and this had me running several freight trains at once. Hmmm. Thank you?

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  20. Intense quite explosive and jus when I tot u made a mistake with the men liking him u say he is a relationship with one… This might not be ur best write up bt it cud be a Janusaneni bestseller.. Badt guy

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  21. Ewww!!  “any food prepared by a small yellow person was certain to disagree with her” ( Emphasis on small yellow person) that line had me guffawing. Who bangs a pooping girl? TF? That pooping scene iono mehn planned to prepare Egusi soup today, somehow the poop looked like egusi, no thanks to you that shan’t be happening.  I’l die of hunger. 

    A copy of Janusaneni uh huh. 

    Peter is high after the I’m coming to fuck you he came and decided to… just talk >_> -_____- 

    Girls! “Calm down” they will not hear suntin…not only did she end up with blood red lipstick, she ended up with a chocolate *coughs* 

    I think I’d still stick to voting A Series of Oddly Fortuitous Events as your best yet…no?  Umm… *scratches head*   Damn this Niccur’s good.

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  22. So, the part where “men” loved him too. . . I hoped for all I was worth that it was a typo. Apparently, our hero also attracts the gay men of society.

    I like the fact that ruki died. It made the story relatable. Also, I see you went into the future and got the “toilet” scene From today. Utterly grosss but slight endearing.

    So… He fucked a Corpse. *takes note 📝 and, he likes Chocolate coated dead girl vagina. Amazing.

    Your mind has officially blown mine.

    Can I get an autograph??

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    1. Slander! Slander! “Toilet scene from today”..what’s that? Better add that the line from today was yours. 😕

      You’re welcome. Try next time at the Blownlympics, okay? 😎

      Meet me privily for the uhm..autograph

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