Love and Orgasms

I turned to look at him and he was clenching his jaw, pressing the acceleration pad, his eyes steady on the highway. His mouth waxing to form such a gorgeous smile. I was dead drunk, but my seat belt was on. So was his. An adrenaline rush surged through my body as we went faster and faster and I think he noticed I was staring at him.

He reached out for my hand and squeezed it then placed it on his lap, engulfing it in his … I was trying to make out words but the Jägermeister rounds were doing a number on me.

I finally gathered enough words to make up a sentence and leaned over to his ear, this made his smile widen even more. I loved it! The engine revved even louder and my pussy roared in my panties. I couldn’t wait to get home and let him devour me like I was his last meal . A meal just before an execution, his last supper!

“Baby what are you doing tomorrow?” I asked him, hoping he wouldn’t be too busy all day. We both had work, but I needed to have him longer all to myself. I was willing to forgo one day at the office for this.

He turned to me and squeezed my hand again then responded, “The only thing I’m doing tomorrow is you baby! I wanna spend all day with you and give you this dick. I missed you and you know it!”

Words. Words of affirmation. My love language!

I told him that I’d missed him too but if we’re being honest, it’s his mjulubeng I was missing. Lies that build.

XX

“Baby I wanna give you something to write about… your last piece about me was the best thing I’ve ever read.” He went on…

This right here was how I knew that this man was my vagina’s best friend. He cared for her. My clitoris was throbbing and I was about to start getting naked for him in his car.

XX

I woke up to him beckoning me to alight the car as he headed to open to house door for me.

XX

He threw me onto the bed and I knew I was about to go on the best ride of my life! Oh boy! He wanted to give it to me rough ROUGH! I could tell it from the way he exhuded some nasty aggression that night, far from the usual.

He turned me over and undressed me, slowly kissing me from my neck going down to my back, occasionally stopping to make out with me. I was ready for him, I BEEN READDYYY!

He took off his clothes and frantically reached into his pockets to look for rubber. He took the condom out and slowly slid it on to his now hard member and although I was getting impatient, this turned me on even more. He knew how important it was to me for us to be safe and he respected that. A responsible man.

Wasee, najua mnadhani mi hupenda tu mjuolz, well, si uongo, but nadai kuexplain hii story na lugha ya wadhii ndio muelewe mbona naglow. Mmekua mkiniuliza mbona ka-weight kamecome fiti, ooh sijui skin care routine. Siri ni happiness cuz niggas don’t stress me no mo. I been gettin some good luvin’

So huyu mguyz ako on top of me on my back and he slides in. My soul legit left my body. I suspired and heard him let out a low moan as well. Y’all know how sexy it is when your nigga moan yah? He was breathing heavily down my neck, caressing my breasts with one hand as the other explored my body. He really meant it when he said he’d missed me. His hand went down to my pussy and he started rubbing my clit while still kissing me. I was so wet for him!

He started thrusting. Back shots kakienda. Manze nilikua naskia utamu hadi natoa machozi! Saizo amenigrab nywele ni ka mi ni bull anaride kwa rodeo. Brooooo! Katambe. Kanuke budaaaaa!

Champe akanigeuza and now my legs were on his shoulders. Mnatambua ile stingo ya, “a nigga fuck you like this then ask you why you crazy afterwards?” alikua amenikunja vile chapo hukunjwa mara nne na niko hapo begging for mercy. He was fucking me so good and I was screaming at the top of my voice. With each thrust, I let out sensual moans, grabbing him as tight as I could.

Clearly mercy was a rumour because hii mechi ilikua revenge ya kuhepesha ikus wiki kadhaa. Manze he started doing that long strokes thing where anathrust akinichapa na mdaks ni kama anatry kuwasha generator. At this point I was exhausted of cumming. Nilikua nishamwaga but taki iko off the charts na alijua.

Mandem leaned in to kiss me and became romantic all of a sudden. He started telling me how he loves this pussy na he’d missed me so bad. I wanted to cry even more because I love it when he gets sweet. Also, hakuna kitu romantic kama multiple personalities during sekete. One minute tuko telemundo, the next narushwa juu juu.

Immediately after this, he gradually increased his tempo again and I knew this was a home run. I could feel he was about to cum. Ladies, you know how dick throbs when it’s inside you? Yaaaaz. I could feel him. Let me tell you guys that I’m still trying to recover from what happened next because no man on earth has ever achieved this with me.

He was holding me so close and giving me dick like our lives depended on it then I felt it. A warm burst of cum gushed out from my punany like a hydrant had exploded and I couldn’t control it! What had just happened? I remember screaming because the pleasure I felt surpassed anything else I had ever felt before.

Simultaneously, he bust a nut and, my friends, it was romantic. We came, we saw, we conquered that orgasm together. Hadi tukashikana tu kwanza ju hatukuamini tulidishiana ivo.

Wadau, ladies and gentlemen, boys and gyalis, ETHAN made me squirt. My very first time. Tulisonga kukagua sheets, baby boy akaniambia vile he’s so proud of me. Nilifeel vile watu hufeel wakijipata Dean’s list. Mpaka tukagota ju io mradi iliivana.

”Strong Strong mtu nguyaz”

Ethan did that. He did the fuckin ting’!!

XX

I’ll tell you guys about the morning sex and how we fucked all day the next day next time but first, wacheni kusema condoms si form. Ju vile kunaeda, Nairobiiii! Kaswende na kisonono mtapata kama ebola. Si tujipende maguys?

Riba zangu wacha ziwafundishe kukua safe pia. It’s okay to have safe fun, just make sure it’s consensual and protected, sawa?

Till my next fuck, ciao .

Model: Robertta Bobbie

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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???

Don’t drive drunk! Always call an

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I looked at myself in the mirror, thinking about the woman I’d become. I was elated at the realisation that I knew for a fact, now more than ever, that I could control my happiness. This meant that I needed to walk out of this marriage .

XX

“Never give up on the person you love…” My father always said, but, how much further was I expected to sink and still stay?

XX

I kept barging into different rooms in the house looking for Angela. I was staggering in the corridors at this point, extremely intoxicated. Timmy had been intentionally handing me more shots earlier while we were all playing drinking games and being the light-weight that I was, I was cruising further from the brink of any ounce of sobriety…

I knew Mark was out with his women and this fueled my yearning for a truce. I wanted to feel the liberation he oh-so owned in our marriage and although I’m not one to seek a vindictive quest, I was tired of the never-ending lies and cheating. I had vowed on my wedding day to stay through thick and thin, he said the words too, but was this it? A man who promised love but gave me hell in portions even the devil couldn’t withstand.

I had committed to this man whole-heartedly, and this came with the compromise of having to settle for emotional spaces I didn’t see myself ending up in. He had a baby momma and a son, two things I’d never compete with because my spot in his heart came after them and I couldn’t compare to that. I knew this but nevertheless, I loved him. Throughout our courting, I had countless opportunities to walk out. I knew what ‘risking it’ all meant but… I loved him! I fucking loved this man.

My life was a trade-off of compromise I tried so much to reach willingly. I was forced to settle for ‘number 3’ each time In his life yet I was HIS WIFE.

I was getting emotionally drained at this point, it had been slightly over a year into this unprecedented commitment in my life and I was paying for being a faithful woman. Was I always going to get hurt for letting my heart only see the good in the people I love?

XX

I barged into one room where two of my friends were already heavily indulging in coitus and I sat on their bed to watch. Wondering if this was how I looked while in action, or if this was what Mark was up to when far from my presence. I couldn’t stop giggling because they didn’t even care and I was heavily scrutinizing every thrust. Porn in 3D my guy.

Timmy comes and pulls me out of that room and tries to give me the ‘ you got sober already’ talk so he can set up his prey with more booze (me) but I’m having none of it. Lol. There’s this thing with me when I’m drunk, I die. My soul legit escapes its vessel and I’m left a shell.
I die! So I try my best to control the level of debauchery I partake in, to be responsible, y’know…

He tries to walk me out of that room because at this point pombe zimenisho nisumbue kila mtu. The rest of the party is in the living room dancing and Timmy finally decides to put me to sleep in James’ room.

Might I add that I was not at my matrimonial home. Mark often left to go to ‘work’ and I stayed home to wait for him . Sometimes he never came, and when he did, it was the same old haggard excuses and lies over what he did or where he went . So, on this night, James called me out to his house to a party he was hosting and I was not going to turn him down. It was my turn.

XX

Timmy opens the door to James’ room and I can see two figures on the bed .I shrug in disappointment because at this point, all the rooms are occupied and it would be impossible for me to go back and join the party. I was scared of what I knew was about to happen, but a part of me knew that I wanted a different man to tear down this wall I had erected. I wanted a man to fuck me so hard and remind me what it felt like to be devoured on mutual enthusiasm. I wanted to be made love to by Mark .I missed him, but I was done emotionally . I was a yard away from asking for those divorce papers.

XX

Everything  escalates rapidly and, James is on top of drunk Angela, a hot make out session is semi-interrupted when we enter but Timmy throws me on the bed anyway.

You see, Timmy and I are just really close friends, actually, all four of us in the room were in the same circle of friends, with Mark as well. But right then, he was looking at me like he was ready to pounce on me. I’d say he had the help of some liquid courage, and he was about to execute what he really felt.

I must have blacked out for a minute because when I opened my eyes, Timmy was on top of me, caressing my firm breasts in his cupped hands, licking me down my tummy while struggling with my zipper. I couldn’t even see his face in the dark, but I remember turning to Angela and trying to eat her out as well.

XX

I was eating pussy the best way I knew how . My tongue on her clit, sucking on her juices like I was feasting on a meal after a long period of hunger. I held her thighs apart and shoved my face in there and the harder she screamed , the more I ate her out . My hands now on her breasts as Timmy and James watch. She was shaking na kusema tu ukweli ukiona gyaldem anatingika kama tingatinga, ujue umechapa job . Masaa ni ya mjuolz!

I was doing it right!

James and Angela are still making out and I see Timmy about to take his clothes off and ram his manhood inside me.  Almost immediately, James pushes me off of Angela’s pussy because it was now his turn. Weren’t we horny!

Angela suddenly stops him and demands that they get condoms. What would I do without this guardian angel of mine?
The boys stopped to get boxes of Durex condoms and I must have blacked out again because it was Angela’s screams of pleasure that brought me back.

I was trying to participate but the intoxication overwhelmed me. James and Angela were still on their foreplay bout, but I could see how James was looking at me. I knew he always wanted me, but, his friendship with my husband hindered him from shooting his shot . Over time, we had nurtured a friendship and I went to him a lot to cry about Mark . Say it with me kids, a shoulder to cry on is a dick…? To ride on!

I had already considered myself a free woman at this point.

I stood up to go to the bathroom and at least wash my face… I left the rest on the bed. I checked my phone and there was a text message from Mark…

“Babe, I’m going to be home a bit late today . I’m with James at the bar for a few drinks . Love you.”

I chuckled.

I chuckled because the same James my husband ‘was with’ had followed me into the bathroom… His beautiful dark skin, his dick dangling…

He grabbed me and started biting my neck, grabbing me while pressing his body against mine at the sink area. This was the passion I was craving. I just wanted to be held and loved. I was getting it! He knelt and ate me out from behind, I wanted to scream! It’s like tiny orgasmic bubbles were exploding in my vagina. I wanted to cry.

He got back up and bent me over the sink, gliding his member over my now extremely wet pussy. He slid in and that’s when I lost it .

You know that first magical thrust when he gets in? A beautiful moment . He picked up the tempo and thrusted harder and each pump reminded me why I needed to leave Mark . This was what I genuinely deserved . This happiness.

James was grabbing my breast, working his hands all over my body, kissing my neck, telling me how badly he wanted me and I believed him .

He came but I wanted more of him and he obliged.

He lifted me onto the sink sasa and I pulled him closer to me with my legs . The kissing was so intense, that I wandered off into another domain subconsciously. He was in charge and I loved it . Kissing me all the way down my neck, and then he put his dick back inside me. All this while, Angela and Timmy were at it on the bed .

Why was I thinking about Mark though? And not even sexual thoughts . I was angry . I was mad at myself for giving him such beautiful years of my life for him to constantly fuck around and constantly pick his baby momma and other women over me . I didn’t want to seem selfish, but I was unhappy.

All these thoughts clouded my mind to the point I didn’t even notice when James came a second time.

When he was done, I got into the shower and tried to fathom what had just transpired . I knew it was taboo, but I loved it so much!

Forbidden fruit.

XX

I got into my car and drove home to my soon to be ex husband . Just like he did to me after his sexcapades every other day .

He was in bed .

He asked me where I was from and proceeded to tell me about how amazing his night with James and the rest of the boys was .

So was mine 😎

I texted my lawyer to work on our divorce papers as I was preparing to get into bed . I knew what I wanted from then henceforth . 😊

Model: Robertta Bobbie

Photography and Editing by: Kibanja

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Read more about Mark here: https://bobbiebom.wordpress.com/2016/01/06/how-i-met-my-boyfriend-1/

Read more about Angela here: https://bobbiebom.wordpress.com/2016/07/30/210/

The article before this one is : https://bobbiebom.wordpress.com/2017/06/26/the-diary-of-a-cheating-wife-2/

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