Something I liked a lot about Jorge is that he always came to get me. When I was sad, when I was in need to escape or even just on a regular day. I didn’t even need to ask, he knew I loved spending time with him even if it was all quiet and just for a sec, and so, he’d come get me and take me out to do stuff with him.

I write a lot about how all my life I always waited for the man who would ‘come and get me’. I always knew that that was the one for me over the man who never showed up, aka, the man who would make me wait weeks on end, yearning till I lost interest -was never going to be the one I’d choose. This was what I always watched out for… The lover who could hardly go so long without the need for my touch or just to see my face and hear my laughter. Jorge never once made an excuse, when I needed him, he would run to me no questions asked.

I loved it a lot, his consistency in making sure I felt heard and seen by him was impeccable, it was different from anything I’d had in a while; his communication was such a turn on because of how easy it came. He’d send me pictures of things he was doing throughout the day or of himself and at first, I really didn’t get it, but with time, I started to appreciate every little thing he did to make me feel safe around him. This was him responding to my emotional bids every time! You miss me? – I’m coming to get you! You hungry? – oh I already pre-ordered your meal. The level of consideration he always exhibited towards me made me so wet just being around him.

I felt pretty confident about our interaction so far.

All he ever needed from me was my presence and he adored the fact that I would grace him with it. He always made me feel like I was the best thing that ever happened to him, and this always had me in a playful mood around him.

I’m not one to fall in love easy because I’m always trying to be super cautious about what I tolerate in my relationships but with him, oh baby he broke down those walls so fast and for the first time in my life, it felt like I wanted a boyfriend. He showed me exactly what I needed and I started to see him as someone I would become a girlfriend to, if he ever asked that is.

A boyfriend? What’s that supposed to feel like even? Do you feed it? What does it like? I have dated a lot but nothing really ever made it to the point that I could consider it a serious relationship. Men would treat me amazing, but after a while of dating people of the financial status I felt gave me security, I realized I needed more than just gifts and trips etc. I craved consideration; a man who made me so soft that his money was just a bonus and he was generous AS FUCK too!

He’d pick me up after work, he knew I was always stressed from the long hours, and he’d take me to fancy neighborhoods to look at huge houses. I don’t know, maybe I started to feel like he was foreshadowing our life and I started to fantasize about it a lot during our long drives. He was open, he always involved me, and he had the biggest dick I had ever seen in my life!

A big dick generous sweet as fuck tall handsome man, driving me around to look at property. As a daydreamer who hardly ever comes down to earth for most part of my day, how was I not going to imagine having a life with him in these nice houses he was showing me?

XX

Jorge is a gorgeous smart guy with the deepest dimples on his face. We started talking about 2 years before we finally met and we fucked on the same day. The sexual tension was so crazy and for a while now, we’d been wanking on call together so I knew what I was working with by the time I was meeting him.

I admired the way he treated me and loved to take care of me because goodness this man always had solutions for everything I came to him with, so, when he pulled up at my apartment to get me that day, I was aggressively horny.

I was also on my period – I knew for sure that I wasn’t going to have sex with him, or at least it would be an excuse to get us off each other just for that one day.

I wasn’t opposed to fucking on the first date, I just didn’t want the first time to be when my body was so delicate. Plus, it’s blood!

He had already told me that he didn’t care that I was on my period, he’d fuck me every day if I ever gave him the chance to… lakini we are strangers manze, he was going to hold it like I was trying to, right?

WRONG. He fucked the shit out of me and I never felt safer with a man like I did with him.

He made it so easy to like him because his actions always matched his words! He got me so good; I didn’t even notice until later that he never got me flowers or opened the car door when he picked me up, but I was cool with it.

He never let me touch any other door after that fuck though!

XX

‘Heeey, you are so beautiful…’ was the first thing he said as he alighted the car to greet me. I walked over to him to hug him and he wrapped his whole torso around me, engulfing me with his firm chest. I’m a pretty tall girl, but in his embrace, I looked like a twig he could snap. I felt his physique with my chest, his toned arms and body, heh!

He was wearing grey sweats and I peeped that. I knew it was intentional and I giggled to myself about it. We were the same person just in different fonts because I intentionally wore a top that accentuated my perky breasts. Period breasts. Fat and juicy and super sensitive with my nipples piercing through the shirt. I left my bra at home because I wanted to see him salivate. I wanted to see him look at me and fight with the thoughts of devouring me all day – and oh boy he did!

‘’You’re gorgeous too, with such beautiful skin,’’ I replied then walked to the passenger side to get in the car. His skin was so beautiful, darker than mine and he was so fucking dominant. He was always taking charge of things and making me feel so taken care of by him. I could shut my brain off every time around him and trust that everything was cool.

‘’You smell so good Bobbie,’’ the compliments kept coming. I can’t remember what we talked about on our drive but I remember feeling like this is exactly the kind of guy I’d love to end up with.

I took him to a restaurant I like and the chemistry was flying off the charts! The way he taught me stuff, bro I can’t even tell if he was love-bombing me, because I’m not even mad at it haha I genuinely enjoyed his company! By the end of our meal, and a bottle of wine, we were leaning into each other while laughing and he was rubbing my feet.

I don’t know what it is with men and my feet, but they’re always into them! I’ve got my rent paid just because someone said they saw my legs on TV and needed to thank me for my beauty!

Jorge spent the entire night describing my beauty and showering me with so much praise and it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. It was exactly how he spoke to me for two years – with so much respect and admiration.

‘’I have really enjoyed your company and I’m so happy that I finally got to spend time with you. I really don’t want this to end so I’d like to drag it out a little longer…’ Jorge said while holding my hand out of the restaurant as we walked to the car! He remembered to open my door this time, all I could feel was flowers and rainbows growing in my tummy. Keep in mind that I didn’t say butterflies… this is because he made me feel calm. I felt comfortable and like I could trust his ability to protect me.

XX

Meanwhile, Randy was giving me the silent treatment, we had been fighting a lot and he would do this thing where he’d go weeks without talking to me despite seeing me every other day. I was the only one who always apologized. I was always trying to fix things even when I felt aggrieved. He always withheld sex and communication- something that I told him hurt my feelings a lot because I felt like we should be able to sort our issues out so we could fuck some more but, he didn’t care. His ego was clearly bigger than his consideration for my feelings and, that’s why he was a grown man giving me the silent treatment for weeks because he knew how treacherous it was for me. He hoped he would always get a crazy reaction out of me, maybe he loved to see me sad? Ama I was just a piece of vagina to him, one among many – whole time I considered him a friend.

He’d leave me for months without sex and one day, he made me beg. That was the last time I ever tried to have sex with him. His intent to punish me was enough for me to decide to finally give Jorge a chance. Jorge was patient. He wasn’t in a hurry to bang me and he really took his time to make sure he was able to provide the security that I needed. Now here I was, Randy ignoring me while Jorge was treating me like I was the best thing since sliced bread.

He was not a protector, couldn’t even shield me from when his women friends would talk bad about me. He was far from a provider, nothing positive ever came out of his mouth about me. I just remembered he ignored me the whole day on my last birthday with him because he was annoyed that I told him I was not comfortable with his lack of communication especially after sex.

I didn’t want him as a boyfriend, I was just trying to enjoy casual sex with someone I considered a friend. Even with me wanting absolutely NOTHING from him, he still managed to give me less than nothing and took from me. Kijanaa alikua anadai kunimaliza!

XX

‘’Can we go somewhere I like, to get you some food for when I drop you home later? I’ve got a meeting, but I’d love it if you came with, then I’ll drop by my place to change, then drop you off on my way.

It was around 7 pm and his meeting was in an hour not far from my place so the plan made sense.

Sex was definitely looming in the air, but I really didn’t think that I would go through with it!

Any time he touched me or held me or reached out to hold my hand, my vagina would scream! I could feel my clitoris dancing and it was so crazy how being in the presence of such a masculine man made me so wet!

I was wet from the first time I saw him till now.

I could peep all the ways he was acting like he was my man in public, asserting that he was with me and it gave him so much pride to be seen with me. If it were an option, he probably wouldn’t let me step foot on the ground, I just know he’d carry me everywhere. I was really enjoying his love, basking in the glory of a man I didn’t feel the need to hide. This made me remember one time I was in Randy’s car and I recorded an Instagram story. We were friends and he would post me all the time so I figured, nothing wrong with posting a great memory with someone I care about!

Have you ever seen an angry man? He almost parked the car to make me delete it. He was so pissed off, claiming that I was exposing him to all my followers, yet he valued his privacy. He posted all his other friends all the time though- including me. The issue is not about being posted up on social media, I’m a pretty private person too. It was just his reaction. The way he acted when I told him I had posted. It really threw me off! Nobody knew we were sleeping with each other except his friends that HE had told. None of my people even knew he was in my life, so what was up with the weird reaction? I’m so glad I deleted the post though.

You ask why I kept sleeping with this man despite his treatment towards me? I don’t know. Maybe I was desperate to be chosen for once in my life. Maybe I thought he’d be different, so I was trying to be understanding throughout his issues. I had no standards or boundaries, I agreed with casual sex and believed if I fucked good, I’d become a girlfriend. Not to him necessarily because he wasn’t even my type, just in general. I had no discipline; I probably didn’t like myself as much as I thought I did. I expected nothing except dick. I put myself on birth control for someone who didn’t even know how sick it made me despite us never having sex for months.

XX

I agreed to go with Jorge and when we got to his place, he went to his room to get a change of clothes while I rolled a fat J for us.

We sat at the balcony to smoke it, there was only one seat so he asked me to sit on him.

Jorge was still in his sweats, by the time I was realizing that I had my hand directly on his fat meat, bro that wasn’t even fat, that was a third leg, he was hard as hell and I could tell he was struggling to remain respectful and keep his hands off my chest, waist and hips. I actually admired that he didn’t touch me inappropriately at all. I love a man that can show restraint, it shows me he can be self-disciplined.

I don’t know if I was intentionally teasing him or if it was just me being me under wine and ouid, but his ability to hold back while his eyes and breathing told me exactly how he felt in that moment was turning me on even more!

‘I don’t want to get you home so late so I’m going to change then we can head out baby,’ he whispered in my ear as I was leaning into him on the chair. Baby??? I was baby now? Ughhh he was asking for it!!

We stood up and walked into the kitchen to hydrate and he insisted on pouring the water into my mouth for me. He stood before me, our crotches practically bumping and my nipples poking his body, looking over me like a giant, the sexual tension rising and now we were both high as hell. He held me by the waist to hug me then started to sway me in his arms slowly, thanking me for the lovely evening we had just had.

For a moment, we almost pulled in to kiss. I could feel him physically hold himself back even though he was smiling. What a fucking strong man?

He said it was okay to wait for him in his room as he went to change in the bathroom, whole time, I was debating if I should just tell him how badly I wanted to be fucked. Scratch that, I needed it. I wanted him to pound me so good that the thirst I had could be quenched. I wanted him.

He came back into the room all changed and dressed for his meeting and found me standing by his dresser looking at myself in the mirror… Jorge stood behind me and wrapped himself around my body, smelling on my neck and telling me how good I smelled like.

‘Can I kiss you?’ He asked.

I turned around so my breasts would face him and nodded a yes. He walked me to the side of his bed and pulled my body closer to his again then there it was, he started to kiss me so passionately. it felt like my knees were getting weak and I was going to melt in his arms. I loved to feel his energy on me. A man who can protect me.

‘I want to make love to you…’ he said as he pulled away to look at my face. ‘Bobbie, I want to fuck you, do you feel ready for this?’

Consent!

Not once had he failed to make sure I was 100% comfortable before he touched me. He was constantly asking if it was okay to touch my body, even when he was rubbing on my feet at the restaurant. That shit really turns me on even more! What a gentleman.

‘Jorge, I’m on my period…’

He smiled and kissed me on the forehead.

‘Okay, so I’ll get a towel then. I’ve told you before that I’m perfectly fine with that.’

Period sex on the first date?? Wah

Ni njaa ama ni mafeelings?

If I had said no then and there, I know he would have respected my decision. I thought about Randy for a second, was I going to be able to fuck him again after I fucked another man? Okay but he wasn’t consistent with his communication, he would go months without having sex with me. Was I afraid that guilt would consume me? How was I going to let him put his dick inside me right after another man just did?

Fuck that. He was probably ignoring me because he was shagging other people too. What did I care? He didn’t care about my sexual needs, so I’d be damned if I let him affect my decision in this moment.

‘Okay, go get a towel, I said to Jorge mid kisses.

He came back with his clothes off and whew! What a fucking gorgeous man! His body was perfect, such a beautiful boy fr. His ass was so firm and his abs, eih, yawa! I remember thinking how well moisturized he was because his skin was definitely hydrated, and black men shine like the sun when they look healthy. This told me that he loved himself, it was super attractive. Don’t ask me why such things attract me, maybe it’s because I’m in the childbearing age and my body is subconsciously able to show me which mates can be suitable.

I was seated awkwardly on the bed with only my panties and top on. Mans went right on his knees and started kissing me down my chest to my tummy, to my panties while caressing my breasts. I had really missed the touch of a real man.

‘Is it okay if I take it off for you?’ He asked, kissing my pubic area. I had a pad on, and he was ready to take it off for me. Day one? Damn. This man did not care about the gore or the smell of blood. He was too comfortable, he must have done this so many times before, I thought.

He handed me some wet wipes and I rushed to the bathroom to discard and wipe clean. Normally by this point I’m usually scared. I start to overthink about men’s intentions with me because I know they solely only relate me to sex. I’m always a girl they’d love to say they fucked and that makes me weary. I don’t remember picking up such vibes from darling Jorge so when I walked back into the room and he was butt naked with his dick longer than a pole, I knew I wanted him now more than ever.

I climbed onto the bed and he got on top of me. Damn I had missed the feeling of a man’s body weight on top of mine. He kissed me all over as he took my panties and top off and I could feel his body heat radiate onto me. I could feel his humongous member throb between my thighs, and I was genuinely scared about the pain I would feel when he finally entered me.

‘I’ll be gentle so you can let go and relax…’ he kept affirming me, talking me through everything he was doing. I could tell he wanted to eat me out, but he noticed I wasn’t comfortable. Idk man this jamaa was treating me like we had been fucking for years yet I was still so shy. He reached out to his bedside table and pulled out a pack of Durex condoms then he stuck his dick inside me after wearing it and, even though it was slow and steady, I let out a subtle scream and sigh.

Period cramps ndio hizo alafu kuongezea a huge ass dick that couldn’t even fit. I could see he was trying his best to make sure I was comfortable, and it stressed him a bit that his dick couldn’t go all the way in me. He started pumping, back and forth with kisses all over my face, holding my hands, grabbing me so I wouldn’t run from his grip.

Every thrust felt like freedom. It felt like ‘You deserve good dick every day from a man that cares about you.’ And I didn’t want him to stop.

‘You’re so wet and tight…’ he said amidst his moans and sighs. Something Randy said a lot too.

His hands so big, he could cup both my breasts in one palm. I loved the way he rubbed on my whole body when kissing my face and neck and chest. He was so sensual with the way he handled me, repeating reassuring words over and over and over …

I was so wet for him, so turned on by the way he made me feel and I came so fast. Enyewe nilikua horny ajab!

He turned me around to fuck me from the back, flat doggy ama sijui inaitwaje but that’s definitely one of my favorites. He turned me around with his dick still inside me, without withdrawing it. I noticed because this is something I had experienced only once before and written about it. How did he know to do that? He must have read it in my blogs. ha

By this time, I had already forgotten that I had the worst back ache and stomach cramps. His dick had healed me. Magic Dick Jorge. I was so much on heat, and I could tell that he was super excited about it. He switched me around in his bed like I was a delicate doll, we didn’t even notice that the towel he had laid out was on the floor. He didn’t care that I would soil his bed, he had an insatiable hunger for me, he worshipped me in bed, fucking me like I was his religion. Primal sex.

I don’t know why he kept calling me baby, I mean I did like it, but the reason I was using the word was just so I didn’t shout the wrong man’s name.

Doggy was too painful, almost impossible and I was starting to get sore. I reminded him that he had a meeting to get to as I was getting on top of him. Sijui what I was trying because I ended up hanging on it like a flag, that was really the biggest dick I’d ever seen. I rode him for a bit before he finally nutted but the whole time I was thinking about if I dated him, this dick would probably be too much for me. He’d need someone who can take it all. When I was sucking on it, only the tip could fit in my mouth. Ilikua tarimbo I tell ya !

XX

‘’Come let me cuddle you,’’ he pulled me toward him after we both almost tapped out. I had nutted so many times vs his one, but I needed this. He showered my body with kisses and told me how perfect I was, how good I made him feel. He went on to plan our next date right then and told me that he’d love to see me more.

We showered and got dressed afterwards because he received a call from whoever he was meeting. It was now 11pm, I honestly wished he could cancel so we’d stay in bed.

Jorge dropped me off at around midnight, well fed, fucked and with gifts. Randy used to complain about how coming to see me was so expensive and he couldn’t afford the fuel, but he always had fuel to see the boys.

Jorge kissed me one last time so passionately, then waited till I got inside my building to drive off. I went upstairs feeling like a little girl, I was happy and content. I wanted to see him more too.

He texted to say that he’d decided to go home instead because it was too late, and he was tired from his time with me. Nilikua nashangaa ni meeting gani hizo za midnight so I was kind of happy when he said he would go home instead.

XX

When I got into my bed, Randy called. He said that he wanted to see me and talk. I ignored. I didn’t want him to touch me again, at least not on this night. He must have felt me slipping away, they always come back when they sense that you are moving on.

Jorge and I never had sex again after that day, but our dates remained consistent and fun. I could tell that he wanted to slow things down, ama maybe he met someone else and started shagging her – we’ll never know. Maybe I was just a distraction for him like he was for me. I was grateful that he didn’t string me along though.

Yes, I kept fucking Randy after Jorge. No, I didn’t feel guilty even once. I didn’t care at all actually. I had lost all my feelings for Randy. The sex became bland, but I pretended because I was horny, and he was available. I hated that I did this to him despite acting loyal, but I’m a woman with needs – I told him multiple times that I needed sex. the emotional connection was severed.

Remember he ignored me on my birthday? On his birthday, I got him a gift. I made sure I wished him first. I slept with another man again though. Not for revenge, just because there was opportunity. I felt like it. I was horny.

This will be the last article in this series because I’m now a changed person. I’m going to break up instead of cheat.

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