He had left me horny and unsatisfied the night before. I had not planned on having any sexual encounter with him, but I had let my guard down and he had let me down. He was still sleeping peacefully beside me and I couldn’t help but play with his hair. He was a beautiful man, no one could ever take that from him. I wondered how our baby would look like, if we ever weathered our storm.

I got out of bed, I wanted to get away from him. I was mad at him, mad that he had fallen asleep on me, mad that he had left me libidinous the previous night, my clitoris throbbing and my heart pounding. He must have heard me getting up, I could feel his eyes on me as my naked body made it’s way towards the window. When I drew the curtains my mind was immediately taken by the alluring view and for a minute I became oblivious to everything around me, him included.

“Baby!”. He called out, bringing me back to reality. I turned to face him and I was met with his intense stare. I had long been accustomed to such stares. His gaze pierced my soul and set me on fire all over again. There was always something about the way he looked at me. Something that made my loins moist. I became desperate to finish what we had started the previous night. I wanted to feel him inside me with so much urgency. I wanted him just as badly as his morning wood made him want me. He had left me on the edge the night before and I needed him to push me off of that edge. I needed him to finish what we had started. To put out the fire he had ignited.

“I want you to fuck me!.” He commanded. I liked it when he was demanding. He turned me on when he told me what he wanted me to do to him and how he wanted it done, because only then was I able to learn him. To know what he liked and loathed, what pleased and displeased him, his most sensitive parts, his weaknesses. He was lying on his back when I got on the bed. I threw myself on top of him. I wanted to fuck him. Reverse Cowgirl. His favourite position.

I delicately sat on his dick and when my ass was well rested on his pelvic, and his dick deep inside me, we both moaned with satisfaction. My nipples and my clitoris had long become hard with thirst, eagerness and ambition. I started wining and grinding on his dick, moving slowly in circular motion, savouring every moment. He loved it like that, slow and intimate, but that wasn’t his moment. He had had his moment the night before, when he had cum in my mouth and I had swallowed his cum like an antidote. That was my moment, my turn to enjoy him as much as he had enjoyed me. I wanted to ride him fast. I was a beast, he had unleashed my inner demons the night before and I wanted to tame them the best way I knew how. Orgasm!

I slanted slightly to the right, in order to position his dick beneath my G-spot and when I felt his tip touch my G-spot I came alive. I rode him with so much passion and intensity, bouncing on his dick, making sure his tip hit my G-spot every time. An enormous sensation overcame me and I remember feeling like my clitoris was about to explode, my whole body was filled with pleasure and excitement and when I could no longer hold on to the ecstasy that had brewed inside me, I let go and my clitoris caved in. I started laughing as I washed him with my feminine juice. I was squirting!

I continued riding my man. I wanted him to cum inside me, to feel the joy that I was feeling, to share in my orgasm. I felt him raise his upper body slightly and lean towards me and I knew that he was close. He had given me the motivation I needed to ride him faster, when he let out a loud moan I knew then that his was cumming. I only stopped fucking him when he told me to stop. After he had emptied his balls.

“You are so good.” He said, under his breath. I knew I was. We lay side by side. His hands on my waist playing with my beads.


I texted him that night. I had no idea why, I just did . You see, this man and I had not talked in weeks maybe even months, but that night my loneliness drove me to him. I found myself searching for his number and sending that much dreaded text. “Hey!”.
He replied immediately, almost like he was staring at his phone waiting for me to text him.

“I am in Kenya,” he said.
I was excited and confused at the same time. I knew he’d want to see me. He had missed me, I could tell by the way he replied to my messages.

“Come see me, I am at four points.

I hadn’t missed him as much, I had no feelings for him, not hate and definitely not love but I still found myself preparing to go meet him

. . . . . . .

There he was, waiting for me at the restaurant, I sat down quietly and the staring game began. We stared at each for what seemed like an eternity.
“I love you.” He said quietly, with his eyes transfixed at me. I hated being on the spot, the center of his attention. I lowered my head, I wanted to ignore him, the plan was to ignore what he had just told me. I did not love him, I wasn’t even close to loving him. I didn’t want to lie to him that I loved him, I had been lied to before, by a man I loved intensely, passionetly and with so much vigour. I knew the pain of being lied to, of being misled and I did not wish to inflict it on anybody else. He, said he loved me a second time and this time round I couldn’t ignore him.
“You can’t be serious.” I muttered. He was quick to reply that he was as serious as death itself, but death to me had always been certain, never serious. He loved me, after two years and some months he had fallen in love with me. He wanted me to have his baby. He wanted a baby with the woman he loved. I toyed with the idea of carrying his baby in my mind briefly and I must admit I liked it.
After two bottles of wine we left for his hotel room. I knew he’d want to make love to me, I could tell by the way he looked at me, the long gaze and the intense stares only painted a picture that he longed to be with me.To be intimate with me but I did not want to give myself to him, at least not that night.

. . . . . . .

When he started touching me, I lost all sense of control. Caution was thrown to the wind and legs were openned with no hesitation. He knew how I liked it, better than anybody else I’d ever been with. He had taken the time to study my body. When he slid his finger inside me I moaned gently and I pulled him closer. I wanted to feel his body on me. I wanted to see his body on me. He fingered me like my life and his life depended on it. He knew I liked it a little more to the left and thats where his finger lingered. Every thrust sent ripples of pleasure all over my body. My clitoris was hard and wanting. I could feel my heart violently beating in my clitoris. I was wet and ready to take him in. He cupped my small perky breasts with his other hand and I remember him playing with my hard nipples. I wanted him to suck them, I needed to feel his soft tender lips on my hard nipples.

I lowered his head gently towards my breasts and pushed my chest closer to his mouth. He could tell what I wanted. He ate me up. He devoured my breasts and when he gently bit my nipples I moaned with pleasure and desire. I licked my hands to make them wet enough to give him a hand job. I rubbed it gently like he always liked it, focusing on the tip but not neglecting the shaft. He also liked it when I squizzed it gently. I wrapped my hands around his shaft and I squizzed and stroked it from the top all the way to the bottom in repetition. He came on top of me and I took him in my mouth.

I wanted to show this man that I loved him, with every lick and every suck. I wanted him to feel loved. I took all of him in, my hands on his balls and my lips wrapped around his dick. I sucked the life out of him and when he came in my mouth, I felt his body getting weak. He fell on the bed and his lifeless body laid beside me. He slept peacefully like a baby. Leaving me horny and unsatisfied…….. at least until the next morning.