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The Worst Sex I Ever Had with a 2-Minute Man

My name is Folashade, but everyone calls me Shade. I’m a hot babe from Ogun State—chocolate skin, gigantic boobs, and a yansh normally. I love sex. Not ordinary sex—I crave deep, hard, long, sweet sex that makes my legs shake and my voice disappear. I need a real man who can handle this body, pound me properly, and last long enough to satisfy my hot blood.

One Saturday evening, I went to the big supermarket in Abeokuta. I was wearing a tight yellow crop top that pushed my boobs up and a short black skirt that gripped my hips tight. My long weave was swinging on my back. I was picking some goods when this guy came close.

His name was Ayo. Average height but looked like a learner. He smiled at me while I was checking goods to buy.

“Ah, fine girl like you dey buy things alone for here?” he said with nice voice.

I laughed softly. “I no get time for that one today o.”

But he tried harder. He helped me push my trolley, cracked small jokes, and kept stealing looks at my chest. I could see the hunger in his eyes. When we reached the counter, he begged for my number, and I gave it to him anyway. Maybe he would surprise me.

That night he called. His voice was shaking with excitement.

“Shade, you too fine. Since I see you for the supermarket, I no fit think of anything else.”

We started chatting every day. He was sending sweet morning messages. That week I was very horny. My regular that used to fuck me had traveled to Ibadan, so I am so bored. When Tunde invited me to his place in Sagamu on Friday night, I agreed.

I dressed to kill — a short red dress with no bra. My nipples were already hard as I drove from Abeokuta to Sagamu.

When he opened the door, his eyes nearly jumped out.

Shade… you look dangerous!” he said.

We sat in his small sitting room. He gave me a cold drink. We did small talk. His hand was shaking when he touched my thigh. I could see his trousers already standing small, small. I decided to move things fast.

I pulled him close and kissed him. He kissed like a small boy—too fast, too much tongue. I slowed him down. My hand went to his belt. When I brought out his dick… My heart nearly stopped.

It was small. Very small. Thin like my finger. I tried not to show my disappointment. Maybe he sabi use am.

He looked at me nervously. “You like it?”

I just smiled. “Come make we do am.”

We went to his bed. I removed my dress slowly, letting my big boobs bounce out. My pussy was already wet. I opened my legs wide for him.

Tunde climbed on top like someone in a hurry. He rubbed his small dick on my clit for few seconds, then pushed in.

I felt almost nothing.

He started moving fast — short, quick jerks like a rabbit. One minute… two minutes…

“Ahh… Shade… your thing sweet die!” he moaned.

Three minutes. He was already breathing like person wey run race. His small dick kept slipping out. I had to use my hand to put it back in. No power, no rhythm, nothing. My wetness was drying up fast.

Then he started making funny sounds.

“I dey come… I dey come o!”

Before I could say “wait”, his body shook like leaf and he poured everything inside me. Just two minutes and some seconds. Then he collapsed on my chest like dead body.

I just lay there looking at the ceiling. My pussy was still hungry and empty. Not even small orgasm. This was the worst sex of my life.

Tunde rolled off, smiling proudly. “How was it, baby? You enjoy am?”

I forced a small smile. “E sweet.”

But deep inside I was angry. Small dick. No stamina. He didn’t even suck my boobs well or lick my pussy. Just rush in, pour, and done.

He tried to cuddle me but I shifted away. “I dey tired. Make I rest small.”

For the next one hour he was talking about how he liked me, how he wanted to date me proper. I was just thinking how to escape. My body was still burning hot. I needed real dick badly.

When I finally dressed to leave, he begged me to sleep over. I lied that I had early morning appointment in Ijebu Ode. He followed me to the gate, still smiling like he performed well.

That night when I reached my apartment in Abeokuta, I brought out my big dildo. I fucked myself hard on the bed, thinking about my ex in Ota who used to destroy my pussy for hours. I came three good times, shouting and shaking.

The next day Tunde started calling and texting like mad.

“Baby I miss you.”

“Your body sweet well well.”

“When we go meet again for Sagamu?”

I picked a few calls but my voice was cold. After some days I stopped picking. He kept calling with different numbers. Sent long messages on WhatsApp.

“Why you no dey pick my call na?”

“Shade please, I like you true true.”

I read them but never replied. What was I supposed to tell him? “Your dick is too small, and you cum like a boy of 15. I no go fit waste my pussy for you.”

One week later, I blocked him completely. I was back to my normal life — hunting for real men in Ogun State.

That weekend I went to a party in Ijebu Ode. I wore a tight black dress that showed all my curves. One short, dark, fine guy with a broad chest came to me. His name was Femi. When we danced, I felt his thick, heavy dick pressing on me. My pussy started jumping.

We left the party together. In his car he fingered me so well I nearly came. At his place, he ate my pussy like a hungry lion until my legs were shaking. Then he entered me with his long, thick dick. He fucked me deep and slow, then fast and hard. He lasted almost one hour. I came so many times I lost count. That was proper Ogun sex.

Two weeks after the bad night with Tunde, he was still disturbing me. I finally picked one call to finish it.

“Tunde, I no fit continue. You be nice guy but we no match.”

“Why?” he asked with shaking voice. “I try my best that night now.”

I told him the truth. “Your size is small and you too fast. I no enjoy it at all. Sorry.”

He started begging. “I fit learn. Give me one more chance. I go last longer next time.”

But I was done. “No need. Take care of yourself.”

I cut the call and blocked every single number..

I’m Folashade. Hot, sexy, and I love good sex too much. Life is too short to waste on two-minute men with small dick. If you know say your thing no strong, please shift for girls like me in Ogun State.

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