It all started from my Facebook Catfish Account, you know, that Facebook account that belongs to you but bears a false identity and all your sexy, slutty pictures through which you flirt uninhibited with all the brothers out there without fear of being outed.

He had been there on my friend list, and we never paid any attention to each other. Then one fateful day, the 12th of September 2012, I spontaneously said ‘Hi’ and he responded. We got to chatting and the spark and chemistry flowing between us on the very first day was what you will describe as Virtual Love at First Sight. We soon began chatting like we had known each other for years. He told me all about him and I told him all about me. And he was gorgeous – twenty-three, kinda tall, dark, muscular, with broad shoulders, a perfect set of white teeth, luscious lips, and very kind eyes. I melted as I rummaged through his Facebook pictures.

This was the perfect man for me, I thought to myself.

Just few days after our virtual meeting, and we had grown so much into each other. He called me almost every hour. We shifted our chat-versations to Skype Video, and he even went as far as video-chatting with me at his work desk, showing me around his office. I watched him shower, eat, cook, wash his car, and dress for work. And the cutest part of it all was watching him fall asleep after we wanked while watching each other do a strip tease.

A little more than one week later, he started craving to see me in person. Then we began to make plans towards his coming over to be with me. Although he stays in another continent and was about an eight-hour flight away, he insisted on coming down to my city to see me. He applied for his visa and it was approved after a few days. I can remember vividly the day we were making the flight and hotel bookings with his Master Card via Skype. It was as if he was there with me. Everything went smoothly and a date was chosen for his coming.

My Prince Charming was coming to spend two weeks with me. Jeez! Two whole weeks? I couldn’t contain my excitement. By now, I had grown to desire him so much that I was at once scared and thrilled by these heady feelings coursing through me. I had fallen for him. I was in love with him. I had never loved any human being the way I loved him. I made this known to him and he was very happy and said he loved me more.

It was finally the D-day, and I couldn’t sleep a wink the night before his arrival date. I was so restless and filled with excitement that my flat-mates kept asking me what was wrong with me. His flight arrival time was 7pm. I rushed down to the airport immediately it was 6pm in order not to keep him waiting. I parked the car at the parking lot of the airport terminal, took the elevator to the arrival hall and waited in earnest for my Prince Charming.

And then, it was 7pm! OMG! It was time this fairy tale became reality. His flight had a little delay because of two stopovers he had on the way coming. Then the announcement started filtering in from the airport’s public announcement system about Quantas Flight arriving from Sydney, Australia. I rushed to one of the screens of the LCD monitors mounted all over the airport and saw his flight status as LANDED. I was almost shaking by now out of excitement.

A few minutes passed before the passengers started trooping in from the Immigrations clearance counter into the arrival hall, where I was waiting starry-eyed.

Then I saw him! Lawd! He actually looked more handsome in person, and really sexy, a bit taller than I’d imagined from his pictures, and with those shoulders looking broader than ever. My heart almost stopped when I finally set my eyes on him, but I managed to stay calm. He saw me waving at him and we rushed to each other. He gave me a very long tight hug which lasted for some sweet seconds, and he didn’t seem to give a damn about what others might be thinking of us.

I took one of his bags and we left for the 5-Star Hotel which we’d already booked online. It was actually a suite which included a kitchenette, and a heavenly king-sized bed. The type of hotel room you see Denzel Washington accommodating in movies. We got to the hotel, checked in and as soon as the door latch locked, we started a hot kissing session. We kissed each other so hungrily we didn’t realize when we fell on the bed. Minutes later, we already had our first real sex together. Then we ran the bath with a sweet-smelling shower gel. We stayed in the bath tub together for more than thirty minutes until we started feeling cold. Then we left to have our first dinner together. I can remember we had lamb steak, rice and some veggies that night. After that, we headed back to the room for another session of sweet lovemaking. We then slept off in each other’s arms while watching CNN.

The next day dawned with my boo lying in my arms. Oh the feeling! We went downstairs to have the complimentary breakfast, came up to have our shower together and then we settled down to watch some funny Gay Comedy videos on YouTube. We talked about so many things concerning us. I even got to know more about him and his family during our conversation. Then we went shopping. We bought so many things and then had lunch at the mall.

The holiday slipped by fast and blissfully.

We visited some interesting sites in the city and on the outskirts of the city. We took so many pictures, some which I still have up till today, tucked safely in an envelope at the bottom of my box. I look at them anytime I miss him. We visited a lot of places together, including the famous Batu Caves, where you have the tallest Lord Murugan statue in the world. This is close to the Indian temple where the Indians come for their annual Hindu festival. We also went to the Genting Highlands; this is the coldest part of Malaysia, as it is situated on an elevated land of about 300 meters high. This luxury resort boasts of the World’s single hotel with the largest number of rooms. We had real fun at the amusement park including riding the roller coaster and other activities. We also went to the Beach, where we had mad fun and fooled around.

Those two weeks were the best two weeks of my life. I really wished it would never end. But alas! It did.

I remembered the day he was to leave . . . I cried. Yes! I did cry like a baby. He cried too and we consoled ourselves with the fact that we would keep in touch online and through calls, and he hoped to visit again in six months time. The kiss I gave him before we left the hotel room was unending and passionate and desperate. I drove to the airport with teary eyes, dropped my Prince Charming off at the departure hall and watched him moved down to the Immigrations and out of sight.

And now, several months later, I’m hopeful that we will meet again soon. I’m yet to meet any guy who will ever make me feel the way my Prince Charming did. And I doubt I will meet such a person.

Written by King Bey

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  1. earl.
    May 23, 07:27 Reply

    Awwwww…….. Such a beautiful story… Well Nelly Furtado said it all…. ‘ Why do all good things come to an end’….??

  2. Chizzie
    May 23, 09:27 Reply

    This didn’t happen in Nigeria? bleh.

  3. Ike
    May 23, 09:46 Reply

    All this guys that like weaving sappy tales sef.
    Get real jare.

      • tikky20
        May 23, 14:47 Reply

        U dey mind them? We tell u ssay we no sabi fantasise too?

    • KingBey
      May 23, 12:56 Reply

      It’s my story and it is real…there’s nothing sappy about it. If it were a white guy that posted it, you would have appereciated it more but coming from a Nigerian like you, it’s now sappy…you could have just read and move along without the comment. Better stay quiet if you don’t have anything good to say.

    • john
      May 23, 14:22 Reply

      D story is real, I was there, they also visited me at my school… Not a weaving sappy whatever u call it story.

  4. john
    May 23, 14:13 Reply

    Lol I knw dis story, it was so nice to see my frd in real love 4 d first time…. #witness

  5. @garriso345
    May 23, 16:31 Reply

    Holala! I’m getting more addicted to this blog, seems more interesting to me now than facebook, couldn’t let a whole day pass without peeping in here lol. 🙂 i just want to pause and commend the management of this blog, and every other single human that has submitted an article here, it has been an entertaining experience…..THANK YOU!!!! (y)

  6. pinkpanthertb
    May 23, 17:12 Reply

    I don’t understand you guys o. Somebody tells a story about something real and magical that happened to him, and y’all mock him and act bitchy and dismissive? Like fairytales aren’t supposed to happen for some people? Seriously, guys? Not all stories are supposed to be torrid and sleazy and filled with sex and scandals. Sometimes, good stories happen. Can we not simply marvel at it and not try to tear it down?

    • JustJames
      May 23, 23:50 Reply

      Lol. It’s typical of humans anywhere. We see something nice and touching and just have to bash it down. Lovely story. I do wonder what would have happened if y’all got to be together for a very long while. Would you still be as much in love….

      • KingBey
        May 24, 09:58 Reply

        Yes ! It’s 2yrs now and despite the distance, we still remain best of friends…and trust me, all that and even more will reoccur if we ever get to meet again. And for the bad belle bitches saying am fantasizing, am too Fab for that. If it doesn’t come to you, does not mean others can’t experience it…:D

  7. Ike
    May 24, 10:24 Reply

    King bey sorry.
    Ur body too dey hot. Damn

    • KingBey
      May 24, 15:42 Reply

      Why e no go hot? U see better something wey happen to your sister, instead of you to follow am jolli, na im u come dey say nobe real story…na small tin dey make me vex oo

      • CeeCee
        May 27, 05:35 Reply

        Abi ooo, all these bad belle galz wey dey bash relationships cos they’ve never known true love … I call them bitter angry old bitches who will at 45 be surrounded by their cats in a cold,lonely apartment …

  8. lluvmua
    May 24, 11:33 Reply

    Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww *blushing* nice story gurlllll. Was smiling all thru. Hope u guys re still 2geda sha? ! Nice job!!! Kisses *@andre_hayford

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