” I’ll give you something to write about…”

by roberttabobbie / 3 December 2019

I could tell from the way he was staring at me that he couldn’t wait to get a chance to talk to me that night. It was the 2nd time I was seeing him since our huge fall out and I admit that I was still a little bit nervous but, I could definitely say that I had moved on and learned to be at peace; I was pretty much done with anything that would hold me back from staying happy.

I was in a black wrap-around dress that accentuated my waist, giving the illusion of a budding derrière; his reaction when he saw me for the first time that night proved that the infamous sexual tension between us could have been lingering … He looked okay. I mean, I wasn’t checking for him anymore so my thoughts weren’t exactly towards that. In all honesty, Every time I saw him , I felt betrayed. I felt as if I gave myself a chance at trusting someone and opening up only to get my heart shitted on. I was big mad.
Of course he would try to talk to me, eventually. There’s something about us and finally achieving mutual comfortability with each other sexually- nothing’s ever been “too much” for us. I loved the way he handled my body and how vulnerable he was always willing to be with me. I definitely adored the fact that I didn’t have to teach him about all the hidden treasures of my body because he had the blueprint. I was always weak around him and he knew it… I’d like to attribute this to the fact that I had learned to have my guard down around him and he had shown me that I could trust him. Or maybe I just overestimated my position in his life??

He sat right next to me, his eyes feasting on me like a hungry hyena. I knew I looked sexy – it was intentional. I always aim to feel my absolute best and everything about my femininity makes me want to show off the confidence that I possess. I felt so good about how my long legs ran throughout into my little black dress and Jeff scanned the whole length with his piercing eyes. I was dancing on a friend and I guess the mildly-sexual girl-on-girl whines served as a teaser to the foreplay we were about to have.
I was horny. I have no other excuse other than that I wanted his dick to fill me up and his body close to mine. I wanted to be reminded of what It felt like when he showed me how bad he wanted me every time. I had a feeling that the night would escalate but I was still trying to feign my resilience because I still didn’t appreciate the disrespect.
I decided to walk away into the dancefloor.

I was dancing with another man when he saw me across the floor and it must have hit him that if he didn’t make a move as soon as then, he would have to watch me walk away from him like I always did and so he marched towards me, a beam of confidence oozing from his demeanour as if to show what power he assumed he had over me. He held my hand, gently pulled me towards himself and whispered into my ear in his ‘matter-of-fact’ tone …
“ Are you going to go home with him yet I’m right here?” He motioned towards the guy I was dancing with in a bid to dismiss him then turned to kiss me.

Disrespectful but I liked it.
I want to pretend that I was disgusted by the entitlement he possessed but I loved how in charge he always was around me. He always stayed clear about wanting me when he did and that attracted me even more! Jeff pulled me even closer into his embrace and started to kiss me. I had missed hiss kisses. They were bittersweet- so bad for me yet so good.
I started to push him away demanding that he at least gave me a plausible explanation as to why he had treated me the way he did. He listened as I yelled through the noise then admitted that he owed me that and asked if we could go somewhere less noisy to talk. I obliged.
I picked my purse up and left, hand in hand with him down to the basement parking area where his car was. He led me towards the back of his car then grabbed me and started to passionately kiss me. It was too late for me to back out. I had missed his dick and he clearly couldn’t keep his hands off of me.

He held me and lifted me onto the trunk of his car so I could wrap my legs around his waist as he kissed me on my neck. His hands travelled through my body on my skin as he felt for the knots on my dress so he could uncover it. I was excited!
I could feel myself get wet for him. In fact, I was dripping. This kitty knew dzaddzy was back to play and she was ready for him. His right hand went up my warm thighs and he pushed my panties to the side then gently began to rub on my clit and that was where I lost it. For a minute there, we had got so carried away that we forgot we were out in the public. We didn’t Care though, teki ilikua ngori! We were ready to risk it all. I was torn between what looked like I was seeking closure and trying to get my mahanjamz punguzwad. Hapo nilikua najua najicheza lakini orgasms first, lawama baadae. He began to finger me and my low moans were slowly increasing in vigour. I was ready for him to take me home.
He carried me off of his car and walked me to the passenger side then opened the door for me so I could get in. At this point, I knew I was making a decision that might have destroyed me emotionally because I wasn’t quite sure if I would be ready to forgive the consequences of our rogue sexual escapades. He walked to the driver’s side after closing my door and got in . No sooner had the engine revved and we had our seat belts on than I turned to him and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.
“I wanna give you some road head,” I said to him, looking him dead in the eye. He flashed me a coy smile then proceeded to assist me to let the dogs out, “ I want to deep throat as you drive, see if you can keep your eyes on the road as I suck the life out of you …” I continued.
I took his penis in my hand and bent towards his crotch to stuff it in my face. In all honesty, it makes me happy to see pleasure take over someone; it’s even better when I get to be the source of said pleasure. Jeff was huffing and puffing in his seat as I stroked his manhood and spit on it to make it as sloppy as I could. I was gargling as it went in and out of my throat the whole drive to the house when he told me to look up so he could kiss my Face. I was ready to make him cum for me.

We took the stairs up as usual, frolicking around as he grabbed me to try and undress me on our way up. His fly zipper was still undone and immediately we got to his floor, he grabbed me again and pinned me against the wall then tugged down at my panties.
“ You’ve been writing about me huh, you decided that you wanted the world to know about how I fuck you huh? So today I’m gonna give you something to write about … I’m going to fuck you so you can tell them about how you love the way I give it to you …” Jeff mumbled to me as he was caressing my whole body while sticking his shaft into me. The first thrust confirmed that I would indeed have something to write about … His tempo steadily increased and my moaning was getting significantly louder as I could not hold in the utamu anymore. I wanted to tear his clothes apart especially since the energy had gone up a notch. I shook myself free and held his hand to pull him towards his door because I couldn’t wait anymore. Ilikua siku ya ndovu kumla ndama – both literally and figuratively 😂😂 hiyo saying ata nimegezz Tu.
I walked him to the balcony where he leaned on the railing and I dropped his pants so as to continue from where I had left off at the balcony. I could tell that the road head had excited him and I wanted him to squirm as he moaned out my name. I am the captain now.

Jeff had one hand on my head that helped with the staccato rhythm with another on a J he had lit. I was determined to make it as sloppy as was possible; a facial was in the works until he pulled me away gently as he was about to bust down my throat. I arose and he turned me around, pressing my bare ass onto his crotch and rubbing my clit. He passed the J and right then, I knew sekete ilikua about to lipuka. We made out on the kitchen counter and all the way through the corridor to the bedroom where I started to get undressed for him as he watched me .

“ Don’t you dare take off those shoes!” Jeff commanded. He loved fucking me in heels and of course I’d do anything to heighten his excitement. I locked the door behind me and started to uncover my dress while crawling onto the bed as sexually as I could. Io pia mimi nilikua naonanga Tu kwa movies nikaamua kutry. His sly smile was now plastered on his face as I slithered towards his balls and held his dick in my palm . I kissed on his balls while sucking on them just the way he liked it, eiii, nilikua namkunywa. Boychild alikua ananicheki nikistroke his shaft while still stuffing all his manhood into my mouth and he seemed overwhelmed. I loved how moans kept escaping him as he heaved so heavily, muttering vulgarities under his breath. He tugged on my ponytail and raised my face to kiss him but I wasn’t ready to stop yet. I wanted him to nut all over me alafu sasa ndio mechi katambe but at the same time, I wanted to keep teasing him to the point he was ready to climax then stop to watch him. He occasionally called out my name every time I got the right spot with my tongue, so much so that it all got too intense and he was basically begging me to never stop the whole time calling me ‘baby’. I had him where I wanted him.
I stopped sucking his dick and moved to sit on it instead when he stopped me, “ Come and sit on my Face baby… Come. “ he said in his now shaky voice. I moved my punnany onto his face and he cupped my body by my waist so I couldn’t move even if I wanted to then he started to kiss on my pussy lips – which were all the way drenched in all my juices. I always got so wet for dzaddzy 😋😉 I didn’t even realize that I was moaning at the top of my voice until I came all over his face.
“ That’s exactly what I’m talking about, now turn around so I can see if you can take it while you give it…”
Heh.
Nikafuata masharti.
You guys.
He ate me out. He ate me out mpaka I thought about calling my mum to come pick me up. Kama kungekua na scale ya kupima sexual pleasure, ningeibreak. I really started thinking about how I was going to catch feelings again because, how was I to act like I wouldn’t want that kind of tongue in my name. I had to remind myself that it would end in tears. Premium ones. I couldn’t even suck him as good, he had finished me roho Safi, hio 69 itabidi tumerevisit. 🌚👀

Lazima ningelipiza because sasa mchezo ilikua imeanza kuget persono. I got on top and sat on his hard dick. I rubbed myself on it, getting him wet too then without warning put him inside me. His gasp was enough motivation for a long ride. I loved the way my ass was bouncing on him and he kept spanking me and caressing my whole body- especially my breasts.
I could see his eyes roll over and he’d lift me off to avoid cumming. Tulikua tumesweat wueh!

Mutual thirst.

(Lemme pause the story kidogo to say that I’m about to wank. Feel free to join me)

Aki you guys I rode that dick. Mastyro zote, the whole time asking him not to cum but I knew it was getting harder and I was stretching him out.
“Tell me what you want me to do baby, I’ll do it…” he said as he turned me to spoon, still thrusting, while choking me.
“ I want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me sensually but hard, just the way you used to…” I responded.

We switched to missionary and he could glare into my eyes now, telling me how good this pussy is, going on about how much he had missed me. I was about to cum.
“I want you to squirt for me.”
He was rubbing on my clit while nibbling on my neck.
“You missed this dick huh, I want you to cum with me.”
I was zoning out into a space of peace and happiness when I felt Jeff bust inside me. I could barely talk. It was like a trip, it was like sex was a drug and my orgasm was taking me on a trip.

I remember Jeff trying to cover me with the duvet, it felt like I had passed out for a minute. That’s how good it had been,
I turned and kissed him goodnight, of course my hand wandered down to his dick … I was happy and satisfied.

“ Let’s catch some rest but nikitoka job nakuja kucharaza hio kitu” he said to me then turned to set his alarm for work the next morning.
He really gave me something to write about. 😂😉

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