Love and Orgasms

The first time I met him, I knew I was going to let him rearrange my guts.

It was in his hotel room.

He received me with an unforgettable poise, like our sexual souls spoke telepathically, in short, tulijua tu tutanyanduana.

I have to admit that before this, Ethan had never struck me as a guy I’d be inclined to having this sort of attraction towards. He was close friends with my friend Victor and by default, that dictated that we were bound to interact at some point.

He hugged me on arrival and I could tell he was devouring my petite ass in his head- I was in short shorts and he was walking behind me as I entered his room. I could feel his eyes following me and I liked that.

I sat on his bed. There was a total of five of us in the room, all a bit anxious for the night. A hefty conversation ensued and I was keen to listen to everything he said. His enthusiasm excited me. In person, he was different from what I’d heard or rather what I’d seen. It had only been a few minutes but I had felt his hospitality already. There was something about the way he looked at me and offered me a glass of water or called me ‘babes’ when addressing me… Please don’t laugh; I’m not even trying to exaggerate the sexual innuendo we were both exuding.

That was the first time I met him.

XX

I’m seated on his bed thinking about how this man took me all the way to cloud 9 and back. His smooth tongue, his hands on my body and his sensual authority are what got me confused. I want to say that indeed, there’s a possibility that I’m dickmatized, but I also want to refute that, because i’m the one who was in charge, this was not supposed to happen!

XX

A couple of weeks after our first meeting, we decided to go out as friends, which was quite the norm with us. We met at the club and everything escalated faster than they should have. I was sure I could control my intoxication. I served shots after shots to everyone and we all made merry, marination at it’s best. Yaani, nilikua najiseti bila kutambua. Mi nadhani naleweshana tujibambe, kumbe najilewesha ndio nizundwe. At some point, we were all dancing, up until it got raunchy with Ethan, and I knew this was it!

Ethan had my legs on his laps, massaging me while whispering everything I loved to hear in my ears. He told me how beautiful I was and with every whisper, my clitoris thumped. His hands were moving up my thighs in a bid to massage me better and I couldn’t stop thinking about how I wanted more and more of this. I wanted him to go on but this was not the right place.

I was scared of the attention we would have garnered as well as being unable to control myself around our friends but the more I tried to stop his advances, the more he forged forward. He kept holding me and breathing down my neck. I wanted him so bad!

I love a man who commands authority without speaking it. He was taking charge and I was enjoying every bit. I knew what he wanted and I knew I would eventually give it to him.

XX

We were speeding along the highway and it was exhilarating. I kept staring at Ethan clench his jaws while switching lanes and, the revving of the engine as well as the whole car moving past the wind excited me even more. I must have blacked out on the passenger seat as soon as I put my seatbelt on. I knew we should have left the car and use an Uber instead!

XX

I woke up to Ethan beckoning me to hold his hand so he could help me out his car. We were at his house.

XX

He frantically looked around for a condom and quickly wore it. We had been so ready for each other all night that I don’t even remember us engaging in any foreplay.

As soon as he put his dick inside me, I gasped for air. Even in my drunken stupor, I could actively feel him inside me and I loved every long inch. I don’t even know how our clothes got off our bodies but I know it must have been wild.

With every thrust, I was trying my best to hold myself from screaming out of pleasure. How was It possible that he knew what to do and exactly how to do it? He was blowing my back and licking me down my spine while grabbing me. It was too much for me to take. My moans got louder and louder and I wanted him to grab me closer to him as he caressed my breasts.

Tulikuwa doggy mbayaaa! Ameshikilia matirries ni ka I was a horse and my chest was a harness he needed to hold on to to save his life. I was throwing it back as if my life depended on it as well!

He kept pumping and pumping and each time I kept moaning as loud as I possibly could ever have! He turned me from doggy to missionary and I knew I was going to cum. Have you ever felt so much pleasure you almost passed out? I was overwhelmed!

After a while, I wanted to ride him into the sunset. I told him I wanted to get on top of him and I loved the smirk on his face, almost as if to challenge me. He was going to gerrrriiiiiit!

Unfortunately, I can’t remember what happened after that.

XX

I woke up to kisses on my ass and back, building up to my cheeks, as well as compliments on how even more beautiful I looked in the morning. This man was not only playing with my genitals, but now, my heart was about to get involved. He pulled me closer to cuddle and gave me butt rubs.

I kept saying to myself, “Jesus, if this is you sending this man to confuse me, you better stop!”

I’d like to believe that at the time I was quite unable to assemble any sort of emotional attachment. So, what was this stupid warm fuzzy feeling that I had in my heart?

It was only a matter of time before he wore a condom and got on my back. Again, nani aliambia uyu mjamaa napenda back shots cuz for real, either yeh husoma blogs zangu ama tushaidinyana in another lifetime! He knew everything!

He was my aphrodisiac, I could literally feel everything and I was slowly getting more and more lured into whatever was happening. I could sense an addiction coming on but I was mentally preparing myself. He was fucking me as if he owed me the best sex of my life and I don’t even think he knows it. I loved how he caressed my breasts and helped me arch my back with his thumbs on the dimples in my back. I was so loud I could swear the neigbhours thought we joined the choir. This was a movie and I was determined to make a sequel. He’d set the world between my legs and we were fools for it.

“Daddy, do you like this pussy?!” I kept asking him as he grabbed my ponytail and rammed into my body each time. He kept responding that he loved it and I didn’t want him to stop. Words of affirmation- a love language!

It was getting late and he had to go to work. I’d made him snooze his alarm so many times already, but he chose me again. He turned me vile cabbage ya highschool hukorogwa ndio nikajua hapa ni diambo! i was now looking directly into his eyes and I’m pretty sure this is where i started catching these shits called feelings! The ferocity with which he handled me, gentle yet disrespectful and I liked it like that!

I remember my body shaking when he turned me and put my legs round his neck and that was when the floodgates opened. In all my active sexual years, I have never squirted. NEVER! but today, I was in awe at the over-the-roof dopamine levels in my body! yani huyu mtu alininyandua mpaka nikaambia Mungu anisaidie nisichizi! At this point our hands were locked in grid and I could feel all his energy drain into me as he came, we came together. This was the best sex I’d ever had in my life.

He kissed my thighs as if to thank me for this bomb pussy, then he looked at me and said,

“Babe, if we don’t stop now, hatutatoka hapa, so let me go to work and I’ll call you later. Make yourself at home, get some rest…”

XX

I left just after him, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him even in the shower. I wanted Ethan to make my vagina his home. I wanted him to bang me all day, every day!

I know very damn well he’s not good for me. I even had to block him because a sister would start falling in love if I dared responded to texts, but it’s just the dick that I want.

But, do you think I should call him back? Kufa dere, kufa makanga?

Might I have caught feelings???

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