Spin my world...

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...

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.