Its a cold day in Pietermaritzburg... I open my eyes lazily at a vibrating phone... Its him. Konje we were meant to meet for a late lunch and drinks. Id fallen into a deep sleep after I got back from gym. Im still in my towel as Im brought to my awake. "Hello love, yaz ngivele ngazumeka" I say as I get up, he giggles with a sigh, "vele ngabona when you werent responding to my texts". I apologise and ask where he is. "Im already outside kini, woza". I say okay and open my wardrobe to see if there was anything half decent to wear. Then a crazy thought comes to me... "ngiqgokelan vele" hee hee. i put on some eye liner and lipgloss, throw a bra and a summer medi dress in my bag and wrap a towel around me.
When I get into his car, amazed he asks angiqgokile ngani? lol I reach over to manhood and tug at it and say "I dont need clothes for what Im hungry for" ;) my heart beats harder. i smile and tell him to drive. my hand still holding his penis and I can feel it growing. Im busy talking about how my day has been and what ive been upto etc. My jam plays on the radio and I start screaming and dancing "boy you spin my world around" throwing my arms up... my towel unties and the front of it falls to my waist, revealing my breast. He takes a peak and then faces the front, abanjwe iskhwehlela kancane, closes his eyes, opens them then looks at me with this look of vulnerability... "Siyaphi" he asks ngezwi elipholile. Poor thing us still in his golf clothes. I say " take me where we have never been before". It was 16:23 according to the car watch and he spun the car around and we entered the free way heading towards the Midlands meander.
I left my towel where it was and i lowered my seat so that I would be facing the car roof... I take my hand and feel if he is now fully turned on. and yes he was. 100 percent fully erect, my joy stick of happiness (**,) the music is still playing and the window is open. Im laying on the seat... I close my eyes and begin to feel myself up.. touching my nipples which were also erect from the cool afternoon breeze. I lick two of my fingers and run them down my neck and down into my breast then i open the rest of the towel, slowly... revealing my naked skin and bare body to the breeze. It felt so good, it sent little trickles of spasms up my spine. I was now aroused and I could feel the heat increasing between my thighs. I rubbed them against one another and hit my knee on the dash board... i heard him sighing heavily... and felt his strong hand grab my right boobs and I brought my hand on top of his and dragged it down to the lower part of my waist. Id shaved a few days before and the hairs were starting to grow again. i run his one finger over the crown of my girlie... Ahh the juices below squirt out.
As I lay there, bare and still caught up in the sensations from that mild orgasm... I think there are 2 minute women as well. and when you are so absorbed into your sexuality and concentrate only on those feelings. a woman's mind can bring her into an intense orgasm using only her mind. I shut away all other thoughts and let my hormones drive me. I whispered that I loved him and that I want him. His smell lingered around me,my eyes still closed I grip my penis hard and begin to move in soft circular motions. I just feel the car swaying, I had no idea where we were. He came to a stop and opened the door and got outside... He came to my side of the car, opened the door and grabbed my legs so that they were in his shoulders. He held my nookie in his hands as if he was praying for it and grabbed my upper thighs in a heavy moment of passion I felt his wet kiss and i couldn't help but let out a moan of ecstasy. He spread my legs even further and tongued me so hard and in such a rhythm i fell into a trans and lost consciousness for a while until a whirl of vibrations crept up my legs and rushing from my toes to the tips of my fingers, the hairs on the back of neck arose and like a shock it came from my lower back. He could feel that I was at my climax and he went in harder adn grabbed my buttocks.
He kissed my lips and i could taste my juices, still shaking from the fire he brought to me. thats when he pulled me out of the car, barely being able to stand i fell onto the ground and he lay ontop of me. Droplets of sweat fell onto my cheeks and i could see the veins on his forehead that he had held on for as long as he could. I brushed the back of his neck, i could smell the heat through his gold shirt and i reached for his bum. I grabbed it and told him that i was ready for him. He looked at me in the eyes and kissed me so passionately that i began to again fall away from reality untill he thrust into me and held it in. I contracted my vaginal muscles, a skill i learnt on the internet lol and before he could thrust again i felt him tense up and then let up a heavy sigh... his one hand was gripping the back of my waist and the other holding up my leg. his grip became softer and softer and he let his body weight on me.
On the grass we lay for a few minutes and felt his penis shrink back and slowly slip out... i looked around to see that we were hidden under some trees at Midmar dam. I regained my senses once again and woke him up, "Im still hungry mister" and he kissed me, still on top of me and i laughed holding up 2 fingers, teasing him that he is a 2 minute man. "I love you"s were exchanged over and over again (^^). When it was dark we got up and put on my bra ans dress. "Dont put on your undies... Im not done with that machine of yours" hahaha We went to a cosy pub for burgers and cool drinks, rushing to go back to his place and...
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Friday, May 23, 2014
The Royal Treatment (PART II)
Im not being unrealistic nor am I being judgemental. But there is nothing more painful that being cheated on by the guy of your dreams and fairytales. How you find out becomes irrelevant! It is what must drive you now. First question is whether you let him go or you fight for him. Heaven knows that it is hard to find another man and groom him and teach him to be the ideal lover for you and the charming head of your household. You search bible scriptures looking for strength and you seek advice from your girlfriends, who tell you to kick him to the curb, you guy friends tell you that he is pushing you arounf because he knows you will never leave him. At this point I had two options. Leave him or Fight for him. Sulking is not one of them. All men hate a woman who sulks and who nags.
I am a beautiful, smart, loving and fertile young black woman. Ngiyasonta futhi ngimulisiwe. I submitt and am giving, polite and respectful. But at the end of the day, I am not going to marry myself. I chose to fight. I wiped my tears and channeled the inner whore within me. That part of me that I always put away because it is improper if I don't get my man back in my arms after this then at least I would have his respect for i fought a good fight! I had to generate an emotion greater than love, greater than trust and greater than sorrow... This emotion is called hate. Hate from thoughts of him kissing you with lips that he has probably sucked her pussy with. Hate fro, Hate from sleeping on sheets that have her cum on them. Hate from his car smelling of her perfume! I plan to blur all lines and go out with a bang.
It was a Tuesday night, we were just chatting and going on like normal and when he asked what I was wearing that I remembered the porn links id stolen from his phone. I played along with the phone sex. He sent me a picture of his penis and I told him I love it and that I will suck it forever because it tastes so good. Im sure that is what he wants to hear. I took my deo bottle and took a picture with it between my breast with a text saying... this could be you. He called me and in this husky voice, "tell me you want me" and I did this with a moan as I touched my nipples. "touch your breast for me baby" I did this... "Afuna wena sthandwa sam" I said, "How hard your nipples" and I breathed in heavily, "Very hard baby!" He told me to wet my fiingers and carass them slowly, just like how he did it. I did this and felt the tingles slowly release from my spinal cord and arose tiny bumps on the sides of my waist and at the same time spasms curling upwards from my toes to meet generously at the core of my womanhood. My back arched... The rest is history... Slept like a baby that night.
I am a beautiful, smart, loving and fertile young black woman. Ngiyasonta futhi ngimulisiwe. I submitt and am giving, polite and respectful. But at the end of the day, I am not going to marry myself. I chose to fight. I wiped my tears and channeled the inner whore within me. That part of me that I always put away because it is improper if I don't get my man back in my arms after this then at least I would have his respect for i fought a good fight! I had to generate an emotion greater than love, greater than trust and greater than sorrow... This emotion is called hate. Hate from thoughts of him kissing you with lips that he has probably sucked her pussy with. Hate fro, Hate from sleeping on sheets that have her cum on them. Hate from his car smelling of her perfume! I plan to blur all lines and go out with a bang.
It was a Tuesday night, we were just chatting and going on like normal and when he asked what I was wearing that I remembered the porn links id stolen from his phone. I played along with the phone sex. He sent me a picture of his penis and I told him I love it and that I will suck it forever because it tastes so good. Im sure that is what he wants to hear. I took my deo bottle and took a picture with it between my breast with a text saying... this could be you. He called me and in this husky voice, "tell me you want me" and I did this with a moan as I touched my nipples. "touch your breast for me baby" I did this... "Afuna wena sthandwa sam" I said, "How hard your nipples" and I breathed in heavily, "Very hard baby!" He told me to wet my fiingers and carass them slowly, just like how he did it. I did this and felt the tingles slowly release from my spinal cord and arose tiny bumps on the sides of my waist and at the same time spasms curling upwards from my toes to meet generously at the core of my womanhood. My back arched... The rest is history... Slept like a baby that night.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
The Royal Treatment (PART I)
I have not written in a while... I hope you have been practicing my words of advice. I know girls hate taking advice from each other because for some reason every girl is convinced we are all jealous of her. We all do it. But honestly at some point we must seek advice from each other. Kodwa ke angikho lapho... This blog is to speak about home affairs and oSide Chick.
Side Chicks are a problem though in many relationships and we must acknowledge their existence and their purpose in society. Its a psychological that once you feel like there is competition for your mans attention that you improve your game and show him that its you that must stay. That's how style variations and whorism started. There are no limits when you are fighting for your man. A worthy man of course not a lumpen that's looking to just hit once in a while. A good man will nature you, confide in you, protect you and love you . This good man (not all) will wander some times and at these times you must excel as a wifey, as a lady and a whore.
I know all of you know of the 80/20 rule from How did I get Married by Tyler Perry; forget being the 80. The 80 lady is kind, caring and loving... When there is a 20 lady roaming the streets of your relationship, you have to lower your standards and be a better 20 lady. That means showing that nigga that you can be as dirty as he wants and although you may be the mother of his children but you are the Beyoncé of his dreams and the lead in his porn movie! Once again, this is a man that is worth it, hhay usikhotheni nje. This post talks about what I call... The Royal Treatment! This is not child's play. This is war! Gloves and condoms off. Lines blurred! Siya lapho singakaze siye khona. First do your research on this man of yours, know his favorite porn site, his favorite position and his optimal fantasy. You must be this!
I was livid when I saw an SMS on his phone from some girl hallucinating and thinking she could have him over on some dinner or whatever. I was not interested though in what she had to say. That's the thing with oMem, you blame the side chick. You have failed as a Mem if you text or call the Side Chick. Yours is to keep that man of yours happy! I'm talking about a real man. God helps those that help themselves. A friend on Facebook often says never get comfortable in the Mem position because you may find that there are many departments. I was determined to be his HOD for all these departments. I was not snooping though, in my defense, He gave me his phone so that I could call his sister and tell her that we were on our way to visit her and the kids, then saw the SMS. When we got there I forgot about that SMS and bonded with the babies, playing in the garden. Cooking with Sister in Law while our men were watching Soccer. I would have rather watch the game as well but gotta keep up my "ngikhuthele"appearances till nigga puts a ring on it. It was fun and when we about to leave i gave her two precious boys hugs and kisses as they waved goodbye to uMalume in their Pijamas. The ride back to his place was filled with giggles, and laughter. Making jokes about our kids and I asked that he buy me an Orlando Pirates jersey because that weekend we were going to watch the Boys play at Moses Mabhida. I complained of thrush that night so there was no sex, I couldve had sex with him but was still a little angry. Still cuddling. The next day at lunch he picked me up from work and gave me a packet from the pharmacy with vaginal cream for thrush. Also an Edgars one with my Season OP jersey. Hahaha. Give that man a Bells! Ngiyiqeqeshile lendoda, akukho munt ozovele afike esezothatha nje.
Saturday came and I met him at the bottom of his building early in the morning. "Hey baby" I said, with a serious kiss, I'm sure the security guard had a boner from that. I even reached into his track pants and he pulled away and turned around and I grabbed his ass. "What has gotten into you Young Lady"and I said He had to get into me. Shaking his head with a smile I said lets take the steps and not the lift as I pulled him in to the stair case. We had 6 floors to go and after that the third flight of stairs I stopped and in mid-speech I put my finger on his lips. I went a step ahead and gave him such a sex driven stair. I unzipped my jeans and kissed him. He just said that we must wait till we got endlini, I shook my head and bit my lip. Now reaching into his pants and as always my penis was vibrating, it was so hard. He just breathed heavily as I brushed and gripped it such that a hard way I felt his pre-cum drip. In my head I was in power. I kissed him harder and deeper, fucking his mouth and moving faster and faster on his big curved up Dick! I whispered "I love you, you know that right..." I got a heavy yes and I sat on the stair such that my head was level with his penis. Hello baby I thought, right there in the staircase of his building. I knew I had to be quick. I remembered the words I had read in Cosmo on how to give great head. The first step is to enjoy it, so that he enjoys it. I looked up to him and said "Give it to me baby" and he shoved it in my mouth. I moaned as I sucked it, in my mind I was eating a magnum. I licked it up and down and pushing it so far back that i gagged, as I rolled up my tongue so that the bottom his great manhood was above me and licked the bottom vein up his shaft and played with the head a bit. My fingers were at work n his testicles and gripping his buttocks. Poor man was hymning in sighs, moans and ahhs. I looked up at him and told him "I want you" his forehead was veined and sweaty from the frustration due to sexual excitement and adrenalin from the spontaneity and doing it in a public space. I gripped his love handle areas and went in again and I applied some pressure on the shaft in this rhythm, he came almost immediately. I continued to suck it , and swallowing simultaneously His hand was gripping my weave so hard and the other to balance him self. His dick slowly shrunk and I put it back into his track pants and I got up to kiss him and hug. "Was just saying Hello baby" and he laughed shaking his head.
When we got up, I was planning on making some eggs and sausages for breakfast. He says to me why am so dressed in his house don't I know the laws. Joking. I take off my shorts, I know that's what he wanted. So here I was prancing around in my undies (nothing special yaz, would've worn the silky ones) and gathering eggs, toast. I bent over to get sausages in the deep freezer and that's when I felt it! I let myself submit to him, he dropped my undies and placed his penis between my bum cheeks. I was shaking but surprisingly very wet. He just kept on sliding it and his fingers were fucking me slowly. He was so turned on I could feel his breathing. No one spoke, only the fridge that I leaned on (fingers were ice cold at this stage) made a noise. I felt the pressure as my juices were being spread from pussy to ass hole by his amazing dick. I gasped and tried not to move as this was a man with a mission, I could tell. He separated my legs slightly and knelt with my ass still up in the sky. The feeling of his wet tongue on my hot bum was ecstasy and I collapsed form the depth of the spasms in my punani! He lifted me up and gripped my pelvic girdle, I was weak... Not sure if it was the sensations or the strength in me he had. Your man loves giving you pleasure. Let Him. I felt his wet tongue again, but thus time it was on my bum hole...I think. He moved it slightly around and I couldn't help but exhale loudly. Here was this man just kneeling behind me... Licking my ass hole. So sweetly, so passionately. I felt power less and my hands were possibly frozen. He leaned back and pulled me so that I sat on him. He pulled my ankles towards him and left me in a squat and could feel the tension namajaqamba building up untill He put it in my pussy which was possibly in a state of amaze coz my pussy was wet, warm and vibrating and could even hear my heart beat... It slid in with difficulty, I think I was so tense my vaginal muscles were tough. He asked if he must stop, I said no.
"Uyangifuna?" he whispered kissing my neck... I replied with a nod and leaned on the floor and began moving... He grabbed me and said "Kujahwephi? "with this he held my bum and moved me in and out so softly and so deeply... I was on the verge of cuming and normally bengizofenda kakhulu ngize ngichame. "Ngyakthanda love" he was possibly reciting a poem of I love you's and I was only interested in the close Orgasm I was feeling. He stopped fucking... and held my waist so that I wouldn't move either. I sat there, he pulled my weave back and kissed and licked of my ear. My back was so arched I felt like a true porn star. His dick still inside. His hands brushing my stomach and breast, while he was breathing and kissing my ear and neck. I was not aware of where my hands or arms were, but he created circles of pleasure all over my body. I was a pool of tongues and I could feel his fingers walk on my nipples and circling them softly, little as they were at that time they were hard! I grabbed my head like a woman who had lost her mind, my eyes closed, my brows frowning. I was crazy and where he wanted me to be. Let your man do his will with you for the side chick does this when you are too proud to. I started fucking him subconsciously and could feel his grip tightening and his breathing getting heavier This was that point of no return, were both so aroused that the only way out was to fuck hard and consistently. he called my name "Kumnandi?" I said yes! "Yes who?" I said "Yebo Zondi! Kumnandi Nondaba wam" Yes wangibhebha ngaze ngamthakazela! I busted soon after and he immediately followed, I sure there were litres of cum. Our bodies filled with goose bumps and shaking at the altitude of sexual pleaser. Our sweat mixed, our heart beats synchronised, our organs of amaze still united... "Angyaz mina lento" he said briefly and I just held his arms around me. We layon our side and we stayed like that for a while on the floor. Then I remembered the breakfast.
After eating, I cleaned up the house, did his laundry and when he went to shower. I grabbed his phone... then I put it down. I don't need to do this to myself I thought, I shouldn't read his emails or smses. Then I took it and searched his internet browsing history for porn. I got a few sites then sent myself the links. Ladies, its just porn. He has been watching it since he was 14... Ngeke umhlukanise nayo. I'll look at them later. I freshened up and decided to have a little more fun before headinng for drinks with friends before the game. I put on my new OP jersey. No undies. I threw myself on the bed and positioned my self so that he would have the perfect view and acted like I was asleep. I was "woken" by his laughing, "Who tryna kid MaDlamini" I laughed also and I could see his Dick grow through his towel. I started rolling around the bed, touching myself and moaning, like they do in porn movies. Hahaha, this was the beginning of the royal treatment... Never deny him punani. This is war.
He just looked at me, with a wicked smile across his face... "Woza La" I said ...
Anyway the boys played well kwiGame :)
Side Chicks are a problem though in many relationships and we must acknowledge their existence and their purpose in society. Its a psychological that once you feel like there is competition for your mans attention that you improve your game and show him that its you that must stay. That's how style variations and whorism started. There are no limits when you are fighting for your man. A worthy man of course not a lumpen that's looking to just hit once in a while. A good man will nature you, confide in you, protect you and love you . This good man (not all) will wander some times and at these times you must excel as a wifey, as a lady and a whore.
I know all of you know of the 80/20 rule from How did I get Married by Tyler Perry; forget being the 80. The 80 lady is kind, caring and loving... When there is a 20 lady roaming the streets of your relationship, you have to lower your standards and be a better 20 lady. That means showing that nigga that you can be as dirty as he wants and although you may be the mother of his children but you are the Beyoncé of his dreams and the lead in his porn movie! Once again, this is a man that is worth it, hhay usikhotheni nje. This post talks about what I call... The Royal Treatment! This is not child's play. This is war! Gloves and condoms off. Lines blurred! Siya lapho singakaze siye khona. First do your research on this man of yours, know his favorite porn site, his favorite position and his optimal fantasy. You must be this!
I was livid when I saw an SMS on his phone from some girl hallucinating and thinking she could have him over on some dinner or whatever. I was not interested though in what she had to say. That's the thing with oMem, you blame the side chick. You have failed as a Mem if you text or call the Side Chick. Yours is to keep that man of yours happy! I'm talking about a real man. God helps those that help themselves. A friend on Facebook often says never get comfortable in the Mem position because you may find that there are many departments. I was determined to be his HOD for all these departments. I was not snooping though, in my defense, He gave me his phone so that I could call his sister and tell her that we were on our way to visit her and the kids, then saw the SMS. When we got there I forgot about that SMS and bonded with the babies, playing in the garden. Cooking with Sister in Law while our men were watching Soccer. I would have rather watch the game as well but gotta keep up my "ngikhuthele"appearances till nigga puts a ring on it. It was fun and when we about to leave i gave her two precious boys hugs and kisses as they waved goodbye to uMalume in their Pijamas. The ride back to his place was filled with giggles, and laughter. Making jokes about our kids and I asked that he buy me an Orlando Pirates jersey because that weekend we were going to watch the Boys play at Moses Mabhida. I complained of thrush that night so there was no sex, I couldve had sex with him but was still a little angry. Still cuddling. The next day at lunch he picked me up from work and gave me a packet from the pharmacy with vaginal cream for thrush. Also an Edgars one with my Season OP jersey. Hahaha. Give that man a Bells! Ngiyiqeqeshile lendoda, akukho munt ozovele afike esezothatha nje.
Saturday came and I met him at the bottom of his building early in the morning. "Hey baby" I said, with a serious kiss, I'm sure the security guard had a boner from that. I even reached into his track pants and he pulled away and turned around and I grabbed his ass. "What has gotten into you Young Lady"and I said He had to get into me. Shaking his head with a smile I said lets take the steps and not the lift as I pulled him in to the stair case. We had 6 floors to go and after that the third flight of stairs I stopped and in mid-speech I put my finger on his lips. I went a step ahead and gave him such a sex driven stair. I unzipped my jeans and kissed him. He just said that we must wait till we got endlini, I shook my head and bit my lip. Now reaching into his pants and as always my penis was vibrating, it was so hard. He just breathed heavily as I brushed and gripped it such that a hard way I felt his pre-cum drip. In my head I was in power. I kissed him harder and deeper, fucking his mouth and moving faster and faster on his big curved up Dick! I whispered "I love you, you know that right..." I got a heavy yes and I sat on the stair such that my head was level with his penis. Hello baby I thought, right there in the staircase of his building. I knew I had to be quick. I remembered the words I had read in Cosmo on how to give great head. The first step is to enjoy it, so that he enjoys it. I looked up to him and said "Give it to me baby" and he shoved it in my mouth. I moaned as I sucked it, in my mind I was eating a magnum. I licked it up and down and pushing it so far back that i gagged, as I rolled up my tongue so that the bottom his great manhood was above me and licked the bottom vein up his shaft and played with the head a bit. My fingers were at work n his testicles and gripping his buttocks. Poor man was hymning in sighs, moans and ahhs. I looked up at him and told him "I want you" his forehead was veined and sweaty from the frustration due to sexual excitement and adrenalin from the spontaneity and doing it in a public space. I gripped his love handle areas and went in again and I applied some pressure on the shaft in this rhythm, he came almost immediately. I continued to suck it , and swallowing simultaneously His hand was gripping my weave so hard and the other to balance him self. His dick slowly shrunk and I put it back into his track pants and I got up to kiss him and hug. "Was just saying Hello baby" and he laughed shaking his head.
When we got up, I was planning on making some eggs and sausages for breakfast. He says to me why am so dressed in his house don't I know the laws. Joking. I take off my shorts, I know that's what he wanted. So here I was prancing around in my undies (nothing special yaz, would've worn the silky ones) and gathering eggs, toast. I bent over to get sausages in the deep freezer and that's when I felt it! I let myself submit to him, he dropped my undies and placed his penis between my bum cheeks. I was shaking but surprisingly very wet. He just kept on sliding it and his fingers were fucking me slowly. He was so turned on I could feel his breathing. No one spoke, only the fridge that I leaned on (fingers were ice cold at this stage) made a noise. I felt the pressure as my juices were being spread from pussy to ass hole by his amazing dick. I gasped and tried not to move as this was a man with a mission, I could tell. He separated my legs slightly and knelt with my ass still up in the sky. The feeling of his wet tongue on my hot bum was ecstasy and I collapsed form the depth of the spasms in my punani! He lifted me up and gripped my pelvic girdle, I was weak... Not sure if it was the sensations or the strength in me he had. Your man loves giving you pleasure. Let Him. I felt his wet tongue again, but thus time it was on my bum hole...I think. He moved it slightly around and I couldn't help but exhale loudly. Here was this man just kneeling behind me... Licking my ass hole. So sweetly, so passionately. I felt power less and my hands were possibly frozen. He leaned back and pulled me so that I sat on him. He pulled my ankles towards him and left me in a squat and could feel the tension namajaqamba building up untill He put it in my pussy which was possibly in a state of amaze coz my pussy was wet, warm and vibrating and could even hear my heart beat... It slid in with difficulty, I think I was so tense my vaginal muscles were tough. He asked if he must stop, I said no.
"Uyangifuna?" he whispered kissing my neck... I replied with a nod and leaned on the floor and began moving... He grabbed me and said "Kujahwephi? "with this he held my bum and moved me in and out so softly and so deeply... I was on the verge of cuming and normally bengizofenda kakhulu ngize ngichame. "Ngyakthanda love" he was possibly reciting a poem of I love you's and I was only interested in the close Orgasm I was feeling. He stopped fucking... and held my waist so that I wouldn't move either. I sat there, he pulled my weave back and kissed and licked of my ear. My back was so arched I felt like a true porn star. His dick still inside. His hands brushing my stomach and breast, while he was breathing and kissing my ear and neck. I was not aware of where my hands or arms were, but he created circles of pleasure all over my body. I was a pool of tongues and I could feel his fingers walk on my nipples and circling them softly, little as they were at that time they were hard! I grabbed my head like a woman who had lost her mind, my eyes closed, my brows frowning. I was crazy and where he wanted me to be. Let your man do his will with you for the side chick does this when you are too proud to. I started fucking him subconsciously and could feel his grip tightening and his breathing getting heavier This was that point of no return, were both so aroused that the only way out was to fuck hard and consistently. he called my name "Kumnandi?" I said yes! "Yes who?" I said "Yebo Zondi! Kumnandi Nondaba wam" Yes wangibhebha ngaze ngamthakazela! I busted soon after and he immediately followed, I sure there were litres of cum. Our bodies filled with goose bumps and shaking at the altitude of sexual pleaser. Our sweat mixed, our heart beats synchronised, our organs of amaze still united... "Angyaz mina lento" he said briefly and I just held his arms around me. We layon our side and we stayed like that for a while on the floor. Then I remembered the breakfast.
After eating, I cleaned up the house, did his laundry and when he went to shower. I grabbed his phone... then I put it down. I don't need to do this to myself I thought, I shouldn't read his emails or smses. Then I took it and searched his internet browsing history for porn. I got a few sites then sent myself the links. Ladies, its just porn. He has been watching it since he was 14... Ngeke umhlukanise nayo. I'll look at them later. I freshened up and decided to have a little more fun before headinng for drinks with friends before the game. I put on my new OP jersey. No undies. I threw myself on the bed and positioned my self so that he would have the perfect view and acted like I was asleep. I was "woken" by his laughing, "Who tryna kid MaDlamini" I laughed also and I could see his Dick grow through his towel. I started rolling around the bed, touching myself and moaning, like they do in porn movies. Hahaha, this was the beginning of the royal treatment... Never deny him punani. This is war.
He just looked at me, with a wicked smile across his face... "Woza La" I said ...
Anyway the boys played well kwiGame :)
...Part II coming soon...
Monday, April 29, 2013
The Brooke in Me...
When a tweep asked, "What is the reason for lingerie vele?" I began thinking about what we used to think when we were children when we saw Bold and the Beautiful and days of Our Lives where Brooke, Taylor and Marlena were always flaunting their bodies to their men in these silky and lacy bits of clothing. The definition for lingerie is "fashionable and typically alluring undergarments including flexible, stretchy, sheer, or decorative materials like Lycra, nylon (nylon tricot), polyester, satin, lace, silk and sheer fabric. However, certain cotton or synthetic undergarments can also be considered to be lingerie." according to Wikipedea anyways. Well I also thought of our local scene, no one wears lingerie in our soapies, except Dineo. So this tweep was right to ask such. When did we need alluring undergaments as our black men barely even see the colour of your underwear, typically once you start kissing it leads to tearing off of clothes (him on top) and heavy breathing, some fingering and weak foreplay then inside it goes. That cannot be life!!
When I refer to black women. I speak about us south african ladies who have stretch marks, kiwi and cellulite. The elders say its the food we eat that causes our bodies to ripen so abruptly that we get serious stretchmarks. Its the weirdest thing though, even small (size 32) will have some cellulite and also a stretch mark in the love handles area or the but area. I went to an All Girl School so I know a lot of bodies. I'm big girl and I know my flaws. But I have never felt my flaws during sex. If you do, understand its your own fault not the guy. I joined #TeamLightsOn and #TeamHowDoYouWantMeBaby when the following finally sunk in: If a nigga loves you, he will love you through your imperfections and love you because of them, kiss them, breathe on them and walk his fingers on the humps of your skin.
So why not award him with lingerie hey? Not because he did anything in particular. But because he kisses you on the forehead after making love, or he holds your hand as you are in height of sexual arousal, because he holds you when you are cold and wipes your tears when you cry. There is a look in his eyes that you will only get if he longs for you, to pull your hair and to grab your titties. And lets face it. Our men love some jiggly bits and see it as a test of their strength if they can satisfy a thicker woman. My girls always share tips and tricks of how to be sexy and generally brush it off saying lingerie is expensive. I think whats so sexy is the tension in taking it off the bits and lace adds the thrill and the excitement.Oh ya, its okay to spend money on your relationship. Its your investment. Trust me, you will get it back multiplied.
As I lay on his bed one morning,thinking of the great things he did to me the previous night. He had to go work and said he will be back before lunch. I had told him that would not happen, and it did not. One thing i try never to moan about is his work, he loves it and I love him, so i should love his work as well. I had the day to myself and thought to my self what I must do the whole day. You see, I had told mom I had a work trip so I was stuck here the whole weekend. After cleaning and cooking I opened a bottle of wine and soon I was asleep watching the Muvhango omnibus. He woke me with a kiss on the lips and a rose brushing the side of my face. "I could come home to this everyday" he said with a chuckle. "To a snoring, ugly woman drooling on your couch?" I replied with a yawn. He smiled and kissed my nose saying I was perfect, even with my snoring. We fooled around a bit then gave him a Castle Lite and afetr the game I gave him supper and curled up next to him. Just talking about this at work, greetings from his mom etc
While he was washing the dishes and catching up with more Sports highlights *rme*. I went to the bedroom to set up for something I call, the Brooke in Me. I put on a playlist with Beyoncé 4 - Dance for you, Maxwell and Boy 2 Men etc. Took off my leggings and vest and put on a black thong with pink ribbon and matching corset with straps running in a zig zag in the middle, I bought at a Truworths sale. It wasn't proper lingerie but it will have to do till I could afford the real thing. I switched off the main lights and lit the side lamps only. Spraying perfume all over the room and put the rose he got me on the bed, I put on some eye make up. I tied my hair up and took out the bottle of Durex Play lube and placed it on the side table along with chocolate whispers... I was shitting in my pants so scared of what I was planning. How would he respond though? Probably kiss me like he normally does or shag me like he normally does. I put on his gown and went to the other room, to check if it was the right time or not. It wasn't. I poured a glass of wine for my nerves and took the tub of ice cream and started eating it slowly. Teasing him by looking at him and licking the spoon till I was horny enough to no longer wait so I went to him and sat on top of him (Ingasangitsinyi kanje iCorset ngaphansi) facing him and fed him some ice cream while kissing him. Letting the melting cream drip on him and kissing it off while touching him softly. I felt my blood rush all over my body. Don't know if it was the wine or the growing heat between us. I got off him and went to put the ice cream in the fridge. "Sengyolala Mr" and winked at him and ran into the bedroom. I took off the gown, I put on my sexy black suede boot heels (he bought these for me) and sat on the study table facing the bed crossing my legs, fixed my cleavage and pressed play on the laptop and waited...
Heart racing as I hear him switching off the TV and lights. He was coming in at any second now. He enters in the room and stops, his eyes searching for safety. He was in my kraal now. No escaping until everyone is sexed enough. "Hi there" I said as I reached up to kiss him on the lips, walking backwards, leading him to the bed. While he catches his breath I remove his clothes with poise and calmness in my motion. He touches me, my corset, running his fingers on the black lace and pink ribbon. I sit him on the bed and put the rose in his mouth, "If you dare drop this rose... " with a serious look in my eyes, he nods in a trance of the unknown. I'm sure he is thinking what is this girl doing. I turn the music up and start singing along with Alicia Keys (Fire we make) and I sing and dance slowly in front of the study table. The beat possessed my body, moving in a sexual rhythm and touching myself. Flashes of Ciara, Beyonce and Kelly Rowland came to me and (thanks to the wine) I only heard the music and the juices filling up beneath me. Closing my eyes, mourning and licking my lips till the end of the song. I walked slowly to him, sweating and desperation across his eyes. The rose firmly as I had left it. Hands clutching the bed spread. The dick, rock hard and already pre-cum accumulating on the tip. I kissed it, not deeply just for my wet warm salava to cover it with the underneath my tongue slowly down his shaft and blowing it softly going up. Ngyamthanda lobhuti, I cant help it. I enjoy him, his taste, his skin and his affection. Do not go down on a nigga if you do not enjoy it.
His breathing had taken a new rhythm and with his inhaling I take him in deeper, enjoying the power I have in this position. I figured I should let this nut get out of the way otherwise he will be too distracted to enjoy the rest. I climbed on top of him and breathed in as I put the tip in then pressed that hard cock on my happy bean, it was so wet that it just slid in and I was swirling on him. I compressed it so that my pussy locked around him for ten seconds (Cosmo taught me this) and he sighed holding the tension and I removed the rose and kissed him passionately. I put his head in my neck and whispered "Come for me sthandwa sam" I moved harder and faster "Ngyakufuna baby... Woza... Come for me" and he let it out I felt the heat and the sweat goblets on his forehead and his skin crawling with goose bumps. I held him with his dick still inside me. He whispered how much he loved me and we kissed sweetly. I rolled over to the side of the bed, only my corset on now. Grabbing the massage lube, I put some on him and rub his back, "Tell me what you want baby" I said as I eased his stressed shoulders, and kissing him where I saw fit. he told me, he wants to make me happy.
I went to get my wine and when I came back, I leaned on the door and wait for him to catch a glimse of me. "You said something about making me happy..." he had this naughty look in his eyes and he looked at the D growing. I smiled and told him its the lube. we rubbed more on our bodies actually came in the process as he slid it in and out of my punani. I sat on him and told him to lie back. I untangled the ribbons, revealing my breast and he threw it away, reached up to grab his twins and rubbed my nipples till hard and erect. Before I gave him the power. i put some lube and turned my body (trying to do it sexy) away towards his feet. Separating his legs I put lube on his balls and massaging them sensitively, his dick stood fully erect. In my mind I wanted to put the finger in his bum but figured maybe not yet, so I ran my acrylic tips on the veins on this hard dick in front of me and let my fingers run down below the area where the dick shaft and scrotum meet and just ran it in a circle felt his penis fill hard with blood I heard him shreak in a heavy sigh, not clear if its pain or pleasure. Ngiyenzan indoda yabantu. I sucked the tip of his penis, that I knew he enjoyed, and I felt him pull me so that my bum was closer to his face. I relaxed my senses and before I knew it, I was in my first 69. Its incredible because as you provide the ultimate pleasure you also receive it.
He fucked me with his fingers, nose and tongue, I felt dizzy and all I managed to do was ensure my mouth remained around his cock... My hands were gripping the sheets so hard. I collapsed next to his dick when he blew and licked towards the bum hole. Even my fingertips had tingling spasms. He rolled me over and I gasped loudly as he penetrated me and thrusting in at a rapid pace. My back arched and my knees in a squat. he was my Lord and I was his peasant. He talked to me as he fucked me, I don't remember answering all i could say was his name. He commanded me to tell him I loved him. "I Love you!!" say it in Zulu "Ngyakthanda" there was a ruling base in his voice and a painful rhythm! "Say My name" I said it. My world spinning and my body sub-consciously fucking back. I could feel a new wave coming. He pressed his thumb on my clit and asked again..."Whats my Name" I screamed it and he hit my but and said "Ubhejwa ubani?" in a weak response I told him it was him. Then I knew there is something called good pain. He jerked my legs on his left shoulder and I thought he was going to break me. But instead he hit a new and unknown spot, I couldn't breathe, the pain, but it was so good I felt like I was about to fart... I told him not to stop. All i could hear was Destiny's Child Cater to you in the back round. I also recall him telling me He loves me. "I love you too baby" were the last words I said in a trembling voice and I felt my eyes water and he came in a co-scream of "Im coming" his body was wet and filled with goose bumps, mine was running with spasms and when he saw I was crying he wiped the tears off and asked,worried, did i hurt you baby? I just said "You are amazing" he kissed me and we fell asleep with him on top of me. My body went out like a light.
He woke me up at 6 saying its time to take my pill. My man! My boo! My Commander! We bathed and went to church and later had lunch with with his parents. I could barely pee or sit but kept up appearences. Akudlali ukuba uBrook
When I refer to black women. I speak about us south african ladies who have stretch marks, kiwi and cellulite. The elders say its the food we eat that causes our bodies to ripen so abruptly that we get serious stretchmarks. Its the weirdest thing though, even small (size 32) will have some cellulite and also a stretch mark in the love handles area or the but area. I went to an All Girl School so I know a lot of bodies. I'm big girl and I know my flaws. But I have never felt my flaws during sex. If you do, understand its your own fault not the guy. I joined #TeamLightsOn and #TeamHowDoYouWantMeBaby when the following finally sunk in: If a nigga loves you, he will love you through your imperfections and love you because of them, kiss them, breathe on them and walk his fingers on the humps of your skin.
So why not award him with lingerie hey? Not because he did anything in particular. But because he kisses you on the forehead after making love, or he holds your hand as you are in height of sexual arousal, because he holds you when you are cold and wipes your tears when you cry. There is a look in his eyes that you will only get if he longs for you, to pull your hair and to grab your titties. And lets face it. Our men love some jiggly bits and see it as a test of their strength if they can satisfy a thicker woman. My girls always share tips and tricks of how to be sexy and generally brush it off saying lingerie is expensive. I think whats so sexy is the tension in taking it off the bits and lace adds the thrill and the excitement.Oh ya, its okay to spend money on your relationship. Its your investment. Trust me, you will get it back multiplied.
As I lay on his bed one morning,thinking of the great things he did to me the previous night. He had to go work and said he will be back before lunch. I had told him that would not happen, and it did not. One thing i try never to moan about is his work, he loves it and I love him, so i should love his work as well. I had the day to myself and thought to my self what I must do the whole day. You see, I had told mom I had a work trip so I was stuck here the whole weekend. After cleaning and cooking I opened a bottle of wine and soon I was asleep watching the Muvhango omnibus. He woke me with a kiss on the lips and a rose brushing the side of my face. "I could come home to this everyday" he said with a chuckle. "To a snoring, ugly woman drooling on your couch?" I replied with a yawn. He smiled and kissed my nose saying I was perfect, even with my snoring. We fooled around a bit then gave him a Castle Lite and afetr the game I gave him supper and curled up next to him. Just talking about this at work, greetings from his mom etc
While he was washing the dishes and catching up with more Sports highlights *rme*. I went to the bedroom to set up for something I call, the Brooke in Me. I put on a playlist with Beyoncé 4 - Dance for you, Maxwell and Boy 2 Men etc. Took off my leggings and vest and put on a black thong with pink ribbon and matching corset with straps running in a zig zag in the middle, I bought at a Truworths sale. It wasn't proper lingerie but it will have to do till I could afford the real thing. I switched off the main lights and lit the side lamps only. Spraying perfume all over the room and put the rose he got me on the bed, I put on some eye make up. I tied my hair up and took out the bottle of Durex Play lube and placed it on the side table along with chocolate whispers... I was shitting in my pants so scared of what I was planning. How would he respond though? Probably kiss me like he normally does or shag me like he normally does. I put on his gown and went to the other room, to check if it was the right time or not. It wasn't. I poured a glass of wine for my nerves and took the tub of ice cream and started eating it slowly. Teasing him by looking at him and licking the spoon till I was horny enough to no longer wait so I went to him and sat on top of him (Ingasangitsinyi kanje iCorset ngaphansi) facing him and fed him some ice cream while kissing him. Letting the melting cream drip on him and kissing it off while touching him softly. I felt my blood rush all over my body. Don't know if it was the wine or the growing heat between us. I got off him and went to put the ice cream in the fridge. "Sengyolala Mr" and winked at him and ran into the bedroom. I took off the gown, I put on my sexy black suede boot heels (he bought these for me) and sat on the study table facing the bed crossing my legs, fixed my cleavage and pressed play on the laptop and waited...
Heart racing as I hear him switching off the TV and lights. He was coming in at any second now. He enters in the room and stops, his eyes searching for safety. He was in my kraal now. No escaping until everyone is sexed enough. "Hi there" I said as I reached up to kiss him on the lips, walking backwards, leading him to the bed. While he catches his breath I remove his clothes with poise and calmness in my motion. He touches me, my corset, running his fingers on the black lace and pink ribbon. I sit him on the bed and put the rose in his mouth, "If you dare drop this rose... " with a serious look in my eyes, he nods in a trance of the unknown. I'm sure he is thinking what is this girl doing. I turn the music up and start singing along with Alicia Keys (Fire we make) and I sing and dance slowly in front of the study table. The beat possessed my body, moving in a sexual rhythm and touching myself. Flashes of Ciara, Beyonce and Kelly Rowland came to me and (thanks to the wine) I only heard the music and the juices filling up beneath me. Closing my eyes, mourning and licking my lips till the end of the song. I walked slowly to him, sweating and desperation across his eyes. The rose firmly as I had left it. Hands clutching the bed spread. The dick, rock hard and already pre-cum accumulating on the tip. I kissed it, not deeply just for my wet warm salava to cover it with the underneath my tongue slowly down his shaft and blowing it softly going up. Ngyamthanda lobhuti, I cant help it. I enjoy him, his taste, his skin and his affection. Do not go down on a nigga if you do not enjoy it.
His breathing had taken a new rhythm and with his inhaling I take him in deeper, enjoying the power I have in this position. I figured I should let this nut get out of the way otherwise he will be too distracted to enjoy the rest. I climbed on top of him and breathed in as I put the tip in then pressed that hard cock on my happy bean, it was so wet that it just slid in and I was swirling on him. I compressed it so that my pussy locked around him for ten seconds (Cosmo taught me this) and he sighed holding the tension and I removed the rose and kissed him passionately. I put his head in my neck and whispered "Come for me sthandwa sam" I moved harder and faster "Ngyakufuna baby... Woza... Come for me" and he let it out I felt the heat and the sweat goblets on his forehead and his skin crawling with goose bumps. I held him with his dick still inside me. He whispered how much he loved me and we kissed sweetly. I rolled over to the side of the bed, only my corset on now. Grabbing the massage lube, I put some on him and rub his back, "Tell me what you want baby" I said as I eased his stressed shoulders, and kissing him where I saw fit. he told me, he wants to make me happy.
I went to get my wine and when I came back, I leaned on the door and wait for him to catch a glimse of me. "You said something about making me happy..." he had this naughty look in his eyes and he looked at the D growing. I smiled and told him its the lube. we rubbed more on our bodies actually came in the process as he slid it in and out of my punani. I sat on him and told him to lie back. I untangled the ribbons, revealing my breast and he threw it away, reached up to grab his twins and rubbed my nipples till hard and erect. Before I gave him the power. i put some lube and turned my body (trying to do it sexy) away towards his feet. Separating his legs I put lube on his balls and massaging them sensitively, his dick stood fully erect. In my mind I wanted to put the finger in his bum but figured maybe not yet, so I ran my acrylic tips on the veins on this hard dick in front of me and let my fingers run down below the area where the dick shaft and scrotum meet and just ran it in a circle felt his penis fill hard with blood I heard him shreak in a heavy sigh, not clear if its pain or pleasure. Ngiyenzan indoda yabantu. I sucked the tip of his penis, that I knew he enjoyed, and I felt him pull me so that my bum was closer to his face. I relaxed my senses and before I knew it, I was in my first 69. Its incredible because as you provide the ultimate pleasure you also receive it.
He fucked me with his fingers, nose and tongue, I felt dizzy and all I managed to do was ensure my mouth remained around his cock... My hands were gripping the sheets so hard. I collapsed next to his dick when he blew and licked towards the bum hole. Even my fingertips had tingling spasms. He rolled me over and I gasped loudly as he penetrated me and thrusting in at a rapid pace. My back arched and my knees in a squat. he was my Lord and I was his peasant. He talked to me as he fucked me, I don't remember answering all i could say was his name. He commanded me to tell him I loved him. "I Love you!!" say it in Zulu "Ngyakthanda" there was a ruling base in his voice and a painful rhythm! "Say My name" I said it. My world spinning and my body sub-consciously fucking back. I could feel a new wave coming. He pressed his thumb on my clit and asked again..."Whats my Name" I screamed it and he hit my but and said "Ubhejwa ubani?" in a weak response I told him it was him. Then I knew there is something called good pain. He jerked my legs on his left shoulder and I thought he was going to break me. But instead he hit a new and unknown spot, I couldn't breathe, the pain, but it was so good I felt like I was about to fart... I told him not to stop. All i could hear was Destiny's Child Cater to you in the back round. I also recall him telling me He loves me. "I love you too baby" were the last words I said in a trembling voice and I felt my eyes water and he came in a co-scream of "Im coming" his body was wet and filled with goose bumps, mine was running with spasms and when he saw I was crying he wiped the tears off and asked,worried, did i hurt you baby? I just said "You are amazing" he kissed me and we fell asleep with him on top of me. My body went out like a light.
He woke me up at 6 saying its time to take my pill. My man! My boo! My Commander! We bathed and went to church and later had lunch with with his parents. I could barely pee or sit but kept up appearences. Akudlali ukuba uBrook
Monday, April 22, 2013
Dear Diary...
Dear Diary...
I figure an appropriate cause of death for any young lady should be, "Died trying a new sex position" I really would not mind that. At least I would have died trying to make myself happy. As young people we seek the happiness of our parents (home, kids, permanent job) where as we should want happiness for the here and now. If you having sex or making love, might as well enjoy it. People question me and my habits, the concept is simple: Once a man wants to build a relationship with you it simply means that he is availing his penis for you to use. He now surrenders his penis to the power of the heat between your thighs. This is now your penis. One must use one's things! So use that penis in order to reach your own extreme levels of desire. Its a waste to do it if you not prepared to receive the Ecstasy and crazy toe curling sensations running through your body.Sex is an art, I'm no Proff nor gynecologist but I know good sex and I know great sex. Our bodies become flexible and on such a high, when sexually aroused, that there is no position you cannot do. No matter your size or the size of his penis (Nose grows longer). Men and females are different. A man will undeniably and most certainly reach his climax, EVERYTIME. He will cum even if the girl is posed like a Nandos full chicken. So do not trust the male species to ensure your sexual pleasure ladies, this is your responsibility. Ladies have several hot spots for pleasure, and each time a girl cums, it doesn't feel like the previous time and she has different levels of orgasm and these are reached by different positions, different textures, rhythms and angles. You have a lifetime to explore these... I reckon you get on it.
I have realised that I actually have a fetish with abnormal sex. As winter is sneaking in, one thinks about sex more and more. I am always sexually aroused and keen on doing something new. I did some research on the internet (not porn) to discover new positions and the anatomy of the penis. I was gaining more confidence with initiating new things and he was reaping the benefits, so there, its all a win win. After reading that the male G spot lies 1.5 cm inside his anus, I wanted to do this for him. Oh but I know he will not respond keenly to that. I thought about ways to trick him into bending over for me. Hahaha. Then I downloaded some animations and sent the 69 pic to my boyfriend one lazy night, he was at a braai with his friends. His response was that he was coming to fetch me right at that moment. I stay at home, so I told him I can sneak out but I'll have to be back in a few hours before my mom wakes up. I don't even think he read that message because in less than 15 minutes he called to say he is outside. Ncoah when he gets a Boner he just has this different texture in his voice, a certain huskiness. I managed to freshen up, grab some wet wipes and take off my panties, put some perfume lotion on, put on a denim mini and a vest for the braai (Where I thought we were going). I had not shaved in a while, ahh well indoda yam of years and he will just have to deal with the consequences unexpected sex opportunities. As I sneaked out of home, I could feel the adrenalin kicking in and circulating my body... I hope to get at least three rounds. The thought of playing Wifey to his friends and their girlfriends just bored me at this stage.
As I get onto the car he greets me with a sweet smile and a brush on my cheek. I still melt after being with this man for years but my heart still skips a beat. He takes my hand as always, and we drive. I immediately start talking about my day, this and that about my cute nephew. I softly tap his bulge, and poor thing was hard. I laugh softly and tease him about the girls at the braai. He just laughed saying his dick listens to one voice and that's mine. "Hahaha I told you that's my penis" and we laugh heading towards his place. What braai? As soon as it was confirmed that we going to his place I felt my punani dance up and down for joy. We were gonna get it :)
Arrived at his place and before even closing the door behind me, he hugged me for a few seconds, breathing in my neck and I grabbed his face and kissed him deeply and smoothly and asked him if everything was okay. He nodded then placed a few kisses on my lips and took my hand and led me to the bathroom. He ran a bath and some bath salts and soaps I'd bought for him a long time ago, it was normally just decoration (Yes we that black). I looked at him and we laughed because the bottle was ancient. While listening to the running water he let me unzip his pants and he did the same with my denim mini, while he stretched up to take off his t-shirt I went on my knees, facing a fully aroused circumcised dick curled up in front of me. I kissed the tip slightly and he let out a mumble about his mom. I took off his socks and pants by the ankles then took off my vest and bra. My titties were brushing his thighs and I could feel his hands shake as he grabbed my neck and directed my mouth to his manhood. I just took a deep breath and sucked it slowly up and down and finally deep throating so hard I gagged. Letting it go to the back of my soft, squishy and warm tonsils, his scream gave me the chills. I ran my hand up his legs and separating them, so that I had enough space to work on this man. I left his penis and started kissing his testies, he was having weird spasms so I gently put one in my mouth. In my mind I was trying to be so sensitive then wen I sucked the other one he begged me to let him cum. I didn't reply and reached my head further into the depths of his body, at this weird position all I could do was reach my wet tongue slightly brushing just below the balls. At this point he screamed in a language I didn't know and gripped my shoulders so hard, then I felt droops of a hot creamy liquid land on my back. Ncoah. He collapsed next to me, saying this is meant to be my treat, I kissed him and told him "Its because I love you" then went into the bath and sat there in the warm water.
When he got the strength he stood up and joined me. Sat behind me. Now I'm no small girl so I thought about doing it right there than thought rather not... Until he started kissing my back and playing with my wet breast and now erect nipples. He was singing along with Maxwell's Bad Habits that was playing in the other room. Something about the water, about the warms and slipperyness made all nerves to be responsive and be on point, my muscles to ease at the mercy of this man. He reached down to my girlie and rubbed my clit so softly I gasped loudly as my body shook at this burning sensation and I pushed against him and lifted up my leg so that he would have more access. he continued to kiss me and caress all the bits of my body. Splishing and splashing water everywhere he grabbed me by the hips and lifted me slightly and I felt him enter me. Oh My! I did not expect that! We moved together in a slurry of vanilla scented water and cum and passion. We screamed together in a language induced by the feelings we ripped open together and in the heat he stood up and whispered something I was too dizzy to hear.
I found him fixing us drinks and we just spoke ekhishini naked. He had brought me meat from the braai. We were laughing and I kept looking at his penis hoping it would be ready soon. I was still horny and still had to sneak home. I rose from my chair and went to change the music and put Beyoncé 4. I led him to the couch and started moving smoothly to the beats and told him to just watch. I went to sit on the kitchen bar stool and gave him a perfect view as I sang along and ooh and aah touching my self. I was horny as hell and his penis was not responding fast enough. I chose to finger myself till I came my eyes locked on him I could see his hands gripping the sofa so I decided to up the intensity by taking a dish cloth and tying his hands behind his head and I climbed on him, his dick just touching my pussy, I took a sip of my drink, looking straight into his eyes and once I put it down on the coffee table I kissed him solid and I bent backwards till my weave touched the floor and I licked my fingers and played with my clitoris and he has the perfect view. He was begging for it at this stage and as I was feeling like I'm about to cum again, I felt his strong hands touch me and his fingers fuck me and I was loving it too much to remember that we were role playing. I gave him the power. His dick was hard now and my pussy hot and wet, my clitoris vibrating, my head in wonder as I was upside down and still sitting on him. His hands clutched my feet and he put the tip of his penis in and slowly raising my feet while simultaneously putting more and more of his strong dick inside. Until finally my legs were in a squat, my head still upside down but our organs of pleasure in unity. This position gives him the view of power and an angle for his penis to rub against the G Spot and mine to just enjoy while he thrushes inside me. He lifted me up so that we could face each other and I came instantly as he was still inside me.
He looked at me asking, "What do you want?" I screamed "You" and he gave it to me! We kiss as we move, him yelling my name and fucking harder, me begging him to go deeper and faster. Ahh he grabs my buttocks and opens them, to accommodate a new position. He pushed me to the side, put one leg over his leg and trushed in. My face was inbedded in the couch all I could feel was this man inside me and it felt so good. I don't know what I should name this new position scissors or the crab. Now we just talking dirty and I keep releasing hot juices all over him. He was shaking and ijaqamba was killing me but the price of an orgasm is high. Sweating and humping for a few more minutes in a rhythm now, when he pulls my other leg so that I fall on my stomach and he grabs my hips and puts it in from the back. Yaz there is just something about doogy style that sends spasms to all my muscles. I tighten my vagina (Kegel Exercise-girls should always do this) and i know he loves this and soon cums and his hot sweaty body lies on top of my back. We lay there, hot and breathing heavily fr a few minutes, listening to the last tracks of Beyoncé 4. He kissed my neck and told me I gotta go home before we get in trouble noMkhwekazi. This was true. The ride home was sweet as he bought a milkshake for me on the way.
Oh! I also got a beautiful pair of boots from Foschini teh next day. But thats another story....
Love Ane
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Master of my being
Usondela eduze kwam kuqhaqhazele wonke umzimba wam!
Thembisa uyohlez useduze nam!
Ngik'Hlebezela izimfihlo zam ngezenzo nobuthaka bam!
Kade ngihamba ngomqondo_ngingaz ukuth umqhele ngiwuthwele ngokuthanda wena!
Imizwa nokujula kwam_kulele emithanjen yenhliziyo yakho!
Mina ngingowakho_ njalo njalo!
Mengimemeza ithemba lam lihaya ukubonga ukungipha umphefumulo.
Uchathazela amathonsi amanzi enjabulo neynqandu phesheya kwamehlo.
Mina nawe! Incoko elixoxwa umdali uqobo!
Thembisa uyohlez useduze nam!
Ngik'Hlebezela izimfihlo zam ngezenzo nobuthaka bam!
Kade ngihamba ngomqondo_ngingaz ukuth umqhele ngiwuthwele ngokuthanda wena!
Imizwa nokujula kwam_kulele emithanjen yenhliziyo yakho!
Mina ngingowakho_ njalo njalo!
Mengimemeza ithemba lam lihaya ukubonga ukungipha umphefumulo.
Uchathazela amathonsi amanzi enjabulo neynqandu phesheya kwamehlo.
Mina nawe! Incoko elixoxwa umdali uqobo!
Just Remember now...
Play it safe kids! And keep it clean.
Wrap it up guys... Please hey. Condoms can be very interesting. Who better to experiment with than your own boo! :*
This is the worst thing you do to your vagina ladies. Pussies ae meant to be dirty and actually are self cleansing. Do not use soap or such harmful chemicals on it. You will kill all the microflora that is meant to be there.
Rather use GynaGuard! I mean if you only fuck ngeSkoon... then use this. It helps you keep your kookie clean and smell free. Don't worry about discharge, if it doesn't smell then you are okay.
Bengisho nje....
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