I told him that I wanted to sit on his face; with him in his new suit so that he knew exactly where he was headed right after the presidential inauguration luncheon at The State House. 

‘How do I look?’ he asked me as I opened the door for him when he arrived at mines, grabbing me to hug me. I love that he asked me this question, that validation from me and a little more reassurance about something he already knew, from the woman he was fucking – was meaningful to him. I love to shower him with praises and it’s even better when he’s not afraid to ask for it, anything to make him smile.

I love being in his arms; so, hugs feel like I’m being engulfed in safety, like I’m safe with him. He went straight into my room and got right into my bed after locking up behind me and taking his shoes off. I like how comfortable he is in my space, like he feels safe too… I say this because it is important to me that he always feels safe with me as he has provided me with the same environment around him. 

‘You look gorgeous,’ I told him. 

I could tell that he was exhausted and needed some rest but immediately I saw him, my blood started to boil while my clit throbbed with excitement. More than anything else that I do with him, I love to be around him because he makes me laugh a lot… he makes everyone around him laugh. He lights up any room he walks into and it’s always so beautiful to watch him bask in all his glory, he is such a beautiful man!

He laughs at all my jokes as well and stays on the phone with me for hours just to listen to me talk about things that don’t make sense to him, even when it bores him. It means a lot to me to have someone that listens and cares plus isn’t afraid to show it as well, it’s so easy for me kufunguka roho when I’m talking to him…

XX

Of course, lazma niwashe kindukulu kabla ya mechi na msiulize kwanini…

Then slipped right into his arms and lay my head on his chest under the covers. I love the way he holds me when we’re sleeping, he rubs on my skin and holds me tight then pulls me as close to him as he can.

I knew he hadn’t taken his clothes off because, as I had asked, I wanted so badly to have him eat me out and drown him in my pussy juices in that suit. Oh, fuck he smelled so good, so damn good – and he looked even better!

I started to rub on his chest then made way slowly with my hand down to his crotch and began to rub on it. He was already hard as fuck just from laying under me and I was in a dera. I rubbed on his dick some more and he kept growing and growing… a big dick nigga with lots of big dick energy. 

He’s very dominant in bed and I’m obsessed with the way he fucks me; he treats me like a princess then fucks me like a slut, moaning profanities in my ear. If you saw us laughing with each other in another setting, you wouldn’t be able to tell that he binds and gags me then rams me straight into pound town; I’m always so bloody sore when he’s done with me. It is because of how respectful, kind and thoughtful he is towards me, how protective he is of me wherever we are. Amesharada njia ya kunimarinate.

This is what I like about him, it’s layers to it and he comes to me so bare and stripped down – no walls in between us, just friendship.

Subsequently, Randy got on top of me and started to kiss me, his kisses oh so mesmerizing, if he could he’d tear my clothes off of me. Every sexual encounter with him places me in a trance-like state, it’s like hypnosis, like he sucks the soul out of my body and gives me an otherworldly experience. I get so wet for him it’s ridiculous, he makes it so easy!

‘Where’s the dildo? ‘He asked as he was taking my clothes off and proceeded to eat me out while reaching out into the drawer to get the toy. I knew it was about to get wild but I like wild… I like him… I like being wild with him. He got it and stuck it right into me while sucking on my clit and aki ya nani I almost peed myself. Fucking me with it, his tongue on my nipples with his hand caressing my breast. He looks so pretty sucking on my titties, like he’s my hungry son.

He loves to make the sex as passionate as can be and all about me so I can cum as many times as he can make me even before he gets inside me, always has me begging for him by the time we are done with foreplay. It’s exhilarating to fuck with him. I told him that I was having the best sex of my life with him and he retorted that it was only about to get better – a whole lotta cockiness, it’s cock everywhere and I’m here to catch all of it from him. 

‘If you keep screaming, I’m going to have to stop, he keeps warning me but what the fuck does he expect my reaction to be…. I can’t!! I struggle to contain myself as soon as he lays his hands on me and each time is like an acid trip. How do I control that? Also, I know he likes it, he likes to hear me beg for my life.

I don’t like begging… Who the fuck does he think he is, making me beg?

Maybe the question should be, why do I fall for it? Why do I allow it? Do I like it? Do I like it when he torments me by edging me? Why do I let him do it then?

At this point, the sheets were soaked already and he was so fucking hard, so hard that the heat radiating from his body was all in his dick and I was ready for him to fuck me.

He stopped and started to take his tie off, I opened my eyes to watch him smiling so eagerly at me, such a sly smile on a beautiful face, a warning as to how the ride was about to go. He started to tie my hands to the bed frame. 

‘I have cuffs! ‘I said in between my heavy heaving and slight moans and his grin grew even wider, more conniving. 

‘Bring them to me…’ Randy demanded, his eyes blood shot now, his hands shaking with enthusiasm. 

I don’t take any orders from men. Why am I doing everything he asks me to? Do I like this?

I stood from the bed and turned to my closet to start looking and he stood with me, behind me, taking his belt and pants off. He bent me over right there, over my clothes and started to touch me all over my body, my breasts, my thighs, my face – kissing me all over then without warning stuck his dick inside me. Oh, that first thrust! Everything! The moan he let out immediately he got inside me… It made my body shake, like fireworks going off under my skin.

I feel everything when he is inside me, our hearts in tandem with his thrusts, gentle yet firm… on and on and on and my screams just started getting too loud at this point- ni kama nilikua napigwa ngeta bana lakini ni mautamu. Then he remembered the restraints…

‘Get those cuffs out! ‘Okay sir I will in a minute but I can’t even think shiiiid! 

I got my BDSM kit out and he threw me back on the bed like I was some rag doll, super human strength from his huge sexy arms and chest – then he started to tie me up. So now, I was in cuffs tied to the bed, my whole body laid out for him to do whatever he pleases on condition that I was a good little girl and controlled the noise, ha shaka! Then he started to kiss me all over again and stuck his dick inside me. 

Every thrust felt like what Oliver Twist would have felt if his bowl was always filled. Bliss and happiness. His dick is perfect for me. Every position he flipped me over into, my hands were still tied and for a second there, my degradation and praise kinks were coming to life… talking to me sweet and absolutely disrespecting me sexually – consensually of course. Doggy, from the side, upside down – I took that dick from every angle and the more he fucked, the more turned on I got. It’s no stopping with us. 

After a couple hours in, we were all sweaty and sticky, cum everywhere on a couple of people so deeply sexually attracted to each other… attracted or addicted????

We finally lay on our sides for kipindi cha lala salama and his dick was still so damn hard inside me. I had work in two hours but I just didn’t want to stop. The after-nut fatigue was also creeping in so he just pulled me closer to him and held me then he fell asleep. 

He fell asleep inside me, my hands still tied to the bed. Nilikua nimehang apo kama kuku porno but I was content with being able to put him to sleep like that. I love this, I love everything about this. I untied myself and cuddled right up under him. This pussy got powers.

XX

I’m honored to be able to write about my muse as I watch him work across from me when he invites me along to important big boy work things. His sleeves rolled up as he provides efficient solutions to the problems at hand which he always solves because of how smart he is. He clenches his jaw in stress and sweats throughout his shirt, he’s always wearing my favorite shirts of his; the ones I like to compliment him on because he knows how handsome he looks in them. He knows because I can’t stop telling it to him. I like for him to always know how I feel about him; how he makes me feel when I look at his pretty face, his eyes full of soul. His eyes tell me everything I need to know all the time when I look into them… I can tell when he’s scared or when he’s happy. I know when he misses me or when he needs to lay his face on my chest as I play with his hair but my favorite is when he is angry at me.

I like the way he looks at me when he is seething with rage towards me. I do not mean that I enjoy for him to be annoyed at me, no. I mean that watching him display emotions and get comfortable enough to communicate it to me, in whatever way. That’s what I like. I also like it because he gets to take the frustration out on me or in me – depending on where he wants to cum , by blowing my back. He lets me feel it when he sticks his dick inside me.  

Watching him act like he didn’t just tie me up and fuck the shit outta me is so crazy because even in my thoughts he oozes of his sexy manliness and that’s what gets me every damn time! That’s it, it’s all in the way he treats me!

The only other time I see him sweat like this is when he is on top of me, balls deep inside me with heavy beads of sweat falling from his forehead sometimes into my mouth because I can’t shut up when he’s fucking me. The pheromones, those damned pheromones! I could smell him all day -I absolutely love to dig my face into his body especially when he is holding me. He leaves a waft of his musk each time he passes me and it lingers beyond into my imagination… it reminds me of how sleeping in my bed after he’s fucked me in it makes me feel like he’s hugging me. Very typical of him to make me feel protected even when he’s away. 

I didn’t think I could ever be more attracted to this man than I already was but every day, I get surprised. 

XX

After our last argument, I was pretty sure that this was it, this was how we lose each other from the invasion of inflated egos. For a lover girl like me, there’s nothing worse than settling for an avoidant lover – someone who uses every opportunity that I bring my feelings up as a chance to throw a tantrum. It is hell. Our arguments were headed to hell and I knew for sure that we would not survive this anymore. I was exhausted from coddling a child and he was tired of tending to a spoilt bitch. I get bored pretty fast too from having to teach a man how to be a MAN MAN all the time, and that’s how he was making me feel when we argued about silly stuff. He was exhausted from feeling like he was never enough for me, like I was constantly pitting him against situations where better could have been achieved.

I’m convinced beyond reasonable doubt that the kind of sex we have could weather these bouts, but our hearts tend to suffer when we fuck more than we listen to each other.

I want to fuck him even more when he’s mad at me. Sit on his pretty face so he can show me how frustrated he is. I struggle to take him seriously when he’s scolding me because of this, the sexual attraction deepens at every simple interaction.

Talking on the phone for hours on end but it’s hardly ever enough because I could listen to him forever. He knows what to do to keep me wanting him and it works, a consistent king that’s always putting in the effort. 

He learns. He listens. He leads. Before anything else, he remembers to be a friend to me. 

XX

He handles issues at his office pretty much the same way he handles me, with delicacy, grace and patience. It is exactly why I love to watch him work… actually I love to watch him do anything, even just sleep. I love to watch him drive the most. He looks so fucking sexy doing things.

Driving stick shift with his hand on my thighs or in my panties. 

I love to hear him say that I should take them off, hang them off his gear. No panties for me in his car, sitting pretty shot gun with my legs on the dashboard as he touches me and licks his fingers with every gear shift… or when he pushes them to the side and sticks his beautiful fingers inside me, the hands of a god, magic hands.

‘Spread your legs’ 

Fuck I love it when he tells me what to do, he’s the only man I let order me around. It’s always ‘yes daddy’, windows rolled all the way down so everyone can see the pleasure on my face. 

He listens and finds solutions, tries without giving up. Maybe this explains how he stays hard after the first round; we just keep fucking and fucking till we’re at least a couple hours in- that’s the real stamina daddy! I’ve finally met my match and he likes to fuck just as much as I do. He is the well that keeps giving, consistently focused on improving the way things work- the way WE work and it turns me the fuck on, I stay wet for him and he’s always hard just by being around me. I watch him because I absolutely love to see him feel good about himself and his achievements. Good things happening for him makes me so happy. I could listen to him yap about things I have no care in the world for, but the simple fact that it excites him, I’m going to learn too. How else do you think I know who Bobbie Firmino is ahahahahah

His beautiful face smiling and his eyes filled with lust for me always has the flashbacks on replay. He’s soft with me; kind in his leadership and the way he talks to me. He leads me by teaching me, he understands without having to hear from me and most importantly, he forgives me – every damn time and as many times as he needs to. Tell me, what wouldn’t I give to such a man?

I’ll tell you. I would do absolutely everything he asks. I would make sure he doesn’t have to ask. 

He’s asked me before why it is that I say his softness is what attracts me the most to him. I know exactly where to start, but my list would be never-ending. He makes me feel safer than I ever have been around any man and that’s on my daddy issues, slaaaaaaaay!

He apologizes instead of making himself the victim. 

He can’t stay mad too long anyway, because he’s already taken me through THROAT GOAT training now the head comes personalized AF. 

I get it, it’s not even that I’m hungrier for him when he’s mad at me, it’s that any sort of healthy display of emotions just gets me. 

It’s safe for him to be angry or hurt with me because his feelings will always be supported and we can always work on things without anyone having to feel neglected. He deserves it because it’s exactly how he treats me, it’s so easy to multiply whatever energy he gives to me.

He’s got Golden Retriever energy. I can be myself with him. I don’t have to pretend or be different, I can come to him as myself. He’s the absolute sweetest boy. 

I’m learning patience and friendship in ways I didn’t think were necessary before I experienced his friendship. I’m constantly learning how to listen. I am learning love. 

I am learning friendship.

I am having the best sex of my life.

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