I’d told Denzel before, that, if I were to write about him, it would be about his fantasies of me. He’d told me of some, but I’ll tell you about the very first one he shared with me…

He knew he’d meet me some day, he dreamed of it and sometimes he undressed me in these dreams. He read my articles when he could, which was quite often because he’d definitely pass as a fan, he was always so proud of me – world’s apart. He thought I was exquisitely beautiful. He said my scent was exactly like he’d imagined it would be even before he met me. ADDICTIVE is how he described it. I agree with him.

He had continually fantasized about inviting me over to his office for a meeting about a project we would be working on together, and then eventually, give me something to write about 😏😏.

XX

A mutual friend had  ‘hooked us up’ at our workout class where he introduced himself after the session and we got to exchange numbers, he was kind enough to offer his assistance on the said project once we got to chat, as well as drop me off on his way home later afterwards . ☺️😍 , vitu hujipanga tuu 😏😂😂

This was on the morning of Jeff’s birthday, 😅

I liked that he was kind; he opened doors and helped me carry my stuff; I thought this was extremely cute considering the Jamaaz I used to settle for, ata bare minimum nilikua naskilia tu Twitter.

 …

All the while, from our lengthy chat that day in his car as he dropped me off, up to when he finally knew me well enough to tell me about what he felt for me, he had thought about the day he’d finally get to eat me out till I suffocated from pleasure.

Ideally, after a moment’s hard work he would offer me a massage on my neck, shoulders and temple, to calm my nerves. He imagined I would drop my sleeves and he would begin to kiss me throughout my neck as he turned the chair I was on to face him. He had asked me to have his seat; he would lean against his work station as we discussed whatever was displayed on the screen. He was the boss. Everyone would have left the office by the time I got there except him and security 😅😅😅

Denzel said he liked me right off the bat, plus our good friend who hooked us up had built quite the portfolio for him, I just hadn’t been keen enough before I met him but that was about to change… He had got into my mind from my articles and he knew exactly how to get me. He liked me before he met me. He had also read enough to know that I hated underwear and this information would come in handy… 😂😂

A desk with one too many computers, huge screens where my body’s silhouette would reflect from the slight arch in my waist down to the stretch marks on my ass, they’re extremely sexy – I’ve fallen madly in love with each streak 🥰. He would lead my hand onto his crotch to let me feel what he was packing, if he was lucky, I’d agree to some fellatio on our first encounter.

He would then lift me on to his desk and eat me out from on top of it, my legs wide spread across and there was no stopping until I came. He always wanted me to cum all over his face. I loved listening to these fantasies of his because in person, he wasn’t this aggressive at all. He was so shy yet so sure about me, always took charge with my best interests at heart… We waited months to get intimate and even then, he was extremely patient and sensual, he didn’t mind pleasing me hours on end…

XX

The first time I noticed him at the workout class was when we were broken up in groups for a dance routine and he killed the shit out of his part… his beautiful hair was in jaw-length locks, dancing along with him. I’d be really flattered if he were showing out during his routine to impress me because it definitely worked … haha,

He came as dark as I liked them, beautiful African skin with a body to match. I loved the hint of American English accent when he spoke, I don’t know guys, I felt really comfortable around him from the get-go!

He’s told me before that he’d tried to imagine what it would feel like to be inside me, that he wanted to be the best sex I’d ever had…

Somewhere in between spending time with him and getting the best head of my life, I started to fall for Denzel. I genuinely enjoyed being around him and he was really sweet.

I invited him to the party later that night. 😬 I wish he’d have come. He’d have saved me from a series of unfortunate events there on after from that night but unfortunately, we didn’t get to speak much from then on because I was ‘seeing’ Jeff. LOL🤣

XX

29/2

He was waiting for me at the hotel. The sir had asked me to free my weekend up for a staycation as he had planned to romance me vi-crazy. He liked to make me smile then stare at me the whole time, complimenting every little thing I did. He mentioned how proud he was of me a lot, said that I deserved everything he did for me and more and yeah, I always felt crazy assured around him. 🥺❤️❤️

He’d arranged for me to be picked up and meet him there, a cosy apartment overlooking the skyline , a view to die for. He was always very excited to see me, and I loved the place we were staying at, a short house tour eventually led us to the balcony where we lit one as we talked about everything, occasionally stopping to make out or look at the stars. It felt nice 🥰.

I felt a lot of peace. Whew!! Finally!! I was happy, being treated right; and to think I was in the pits only a few months before, all I had to do all along was choose the nice guy that respected me, it was the best decision I’d made in a while. 🌹🌹 Nilikua fr nmechoka kudeal na mastory za getting cheated on every weekend, mara stories of sijui my jamaa seen where with who – kila wiki ni kesi ama machozi, as if mimi ni judge m-emotional manze, mara only being picked up at night ni kama mi ni mende. I was tired of being constantly made to feel like I wasn’t enough by guys that pursued me off of their own volition when I was just chilling in peace but mostly, I WAS TIRED OF ONLY BEING WANTED FOR SEX.

My therapist said that I easily fell for words and bare minimum actions – that’s how I’ve settled for narcissists and people who really don’t give a fuck about me, except if my pussy is on the table. I hardly ever got any reassurance or affirmations growing up and maybe that’s why these mean so much to me…

This had been about a year after the first time I met him, a few months into ‘seeing him’ and not once had I ever felt like I wasn’t safe around him. For some weird reason, I trusted him a lot. I felt he trusted me too.

XX

It was late in the evening and we needed to get ready for dinner. A beautiful Indian restaurant of my choice because that’s my absolute favourite cuisine 🥰 the ambience was romantic, as was most of the restaurants we’d been to together before. Cosy as fuck with the dim mood lights and shit!

We were about to walk out the door when he pulled me closer to him and began to kiss me again, I absolutely loved that he enjoyed kissing me all the time just as I did with him, a very affectionate king. I was trying to hold out on the sex till after we got back from dinner because there’s something about hotel sex, IYKYK! And don’t even get me started on birthday sex, plus, we had been arguing because I wasn’t seeing him as often as I would have liked to – so, make up sex. I was ready to be tobolewad you guys my guys.

If it weren’t for us being late to dinner already, I’m sure he would have drilled me right there and then, on that floor.

I loved that I could be myself around him. Always giddy with each other, telling stupid jokes and laughing. I was always laughing 🥰🥰🥰 and at dinner that night, I really couldn’t help but think of how happy and loved he consistently made me feel. He always told me that I deserved love and that if he ever fell short of showering me with enough, I should always remember that I still deserved even more. Aki he was so wholesome for me 😭😭🥰😍❤️

After we got back to the hotel, we couldn’t even wait to get in the door, I was always in his embrace being smothered with kisses but I wanted to talk first, to tell him exactly how I felt and the realization I’d made at dinner that night, I held his hand and walked him outside to the balcony…

Denzel was always very attentive, plus, he seemed to enjoy listening to me. I’d opened up to him a lot and it always felt like I could be honest with him. We stood out there in the balcony, a fairly calm and quiet night recollecting on the last couple of months we’d shared. He was hugging me from the back, blowing that beautiful kush smoke in my face and kissing on me. This was what peace felt like, It’s incredible when a man can make you feel safe! It had been a wild year for me emotionally and I was eager about getting that rest. I could feel his dick press up on my butt and even before I could say anything, his caressing had already overwhelmed my body. I was dripping wet for him. He was always complimenting my body, showering me with the sweetest words…

‘I wanna fuck you right here on this balcony baby,’ he whispered in my ear as he lowered his pants… ‘May I?’

 Our view was magnificent, a dark starry night with lights in the far distance. It was also a fairly silent night, I could hear his heavy breathing from rubbing his dick on my back…

I nodded for consent. I had missed him so much and I’ll be honest and say, I looked forward to getting my pussy ate more than anything by him, he was ‘the tongue maestro’, cunnilingus King if you may, he really always had me cumming in his face. He could go on and on and on until I’d be begging him to stop. My pleasure was always a priority for him, right up there under my comfort 😋😋

We didn’t care that there were people that could be watching, in fact, we liked it even more. The thrill of getting caught always turns me on even more and he loved it when I moaned, always urged me to be as loud as I wanted, always encouraged me to buss it wide open for daddy and scream if I had to. 🥺😏

He was fucking me from the back, my absolute favourite😍 a wine glass in my hand and a Fat J on his, this WET ASS PUSSY dripping all over his clothes. After a while I was ready to take it inside, I was going to bang him till he cried, or so I thought… I had got really noisy 🙊

Hio kitanda iliona moshi my friends, I was the one who was banged. With us, sex never lasted anything less than 4 hours, I always had to take the next day off in case we fucked on a weekday 😂😂, always took me a few days to recover manze 😂😂😂😂😂😂watu wanafikiria ni hangy Kumbe ni mjuolz😭😭😅😅😂, I was always unavailable after we hung out, just to recover.

He fucked me all night and when we woke up I still asked for more, this was just the first night of our stay…

XX

If I’d known that that was the last time I was going to see him, I’d have loved on him a little louder. Appreciated him a bit more. Admitted to how I really felt and walked away from everything that didn’t matter.

XX

It’s been a few months since we last talked. That was the last time we fucked.

Now, I’m left only with memories from the times he wanted me so bad and he showed me. The intentional Denzel. He knows all the sweet things he did for and with me ☺️😍��, every single time he made me laugh or cum. Every time we got high together, which was the whole time… Every little way he made me feel special; he knows I’ll never forget that ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I miss the person he used to be when we met. I don’t want to believe that it was all a front – like it has been with the few men I thought I could trust before. I’d hate to put him in the same basket with the likes of Jeff and the rest.

I never really felt like we needed any closure. I know what I want; he knows that I deserve exactly that. I wish him well 😘

Thank you for believing in me Denzel, ❤️

~ Bobbie Star ⭐️😘

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