The music was getting louder and fading in the background at the same time. He had been eyeing her for a whole minute from the bar stool and could not hold it in much longer. One shove and the guy she was dancing with was sprawling on the ground. He had this smirk on his face while dancing with her as if he was only doing it to make Kim go green about it. She immediately tagged at him by his hand before it turned into a brawl only the bouncers could split. He tried to act sober but his legs were too heavy to lift off the ground and his speech was all slurry and incoherent. Continue reading “Achille’s Heel”
You are smelling great by the way.
Nothing. Keep listening.
No, you said something, say it again.
It is at this point that he faced forward and rolled his tongue in his mouth and smacked his lips against it. She was daring him to kiss her right there and then but he knew there was no good that would come of it. He had heard her anyway but only in the passing. One more affirmation is all he needed. Continue reading “Honey Drop”
Peggy lay there on her back with one of her legs folded up swinging from side to side as if to let her lady parts breath. Danson rolled out of the bed and she made a lazy effort to reach out to him but he was already gone. The light through the door revealed his little man bum with the dimples on the sides of both cheeks. He walked like he had something up his ass and she almost wished she had carried her plug and made him try to walk in it. He didn’t work out much but his body was well toned from carrying his own weight. She wasn’t complaining. She was glad he was serving some fire dick. Continue reading “Megarider”
Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
I did not err; there does a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night,
And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.
– John Milton
Her yellow thighs glistened in the Nairobi afternoon sun. The traffic moved slowly as she nodded to Chris Brown’s album, Heartbreak on a Full Moon. Pills & Automobiles came on and her eyes lit up. She turned the volume up looked back out to take in the lull street scenery. I could tell her mind was too far when she didn’t complain about my driving. It was just after Kempinski and the traffic towards town had come to a standstill along Waiyaki way and into Uhuru highway. It was no good opening the windows for some cool air so the air conditioner did just fine. Continue reading “Rush Hour”
I think it was the way she bites the side of her lips every time she looks at me that has me tripping. For good reason, I just couldn’t stop kissing her every chance I got. Lips always glossy, soft and very inviting. I’d kiss her for days and be content with just that. Her eyes had a way to flatter the heart and prompt you into bad decisions. I can honestly hope that no one ever ends up with someone who they can’t kiss randomly for no apparent reason. There is something it does to your soul especially if done between slow strokes as she rides you or when her lips turn all pink under the hot shower. Continue reading “Kissed by a Rose”
This did not feel right. He could feel it in his bones and even in the limp boner he got to serve her every once in a while when she got the chance to get on top. He was busy on his laptop and could tell it was her on the stairwell through her nonchalant steps and a pause after every landing. He got up to greet her at the door. There was a long pause and right before she could catch her breath from the climb, his tongue was too far down her throat and his palm was hi-fiving her butt cheek into a slow grab. More like low-fiving but that is besides the point. Continue reading “Mea Culpa”
As she walked on the narrow flyover staircase, I imagined everyone thought about how she parts her long, beautiful legs for the man she trusts not to fuck her over. At most literally in this case. How her hips swayed and the gyration after every step might have had most guys blinded to her deepest insecurities and heartache. Her swaying hips and her aura of confidence as she was on the steps were always a constant reminder of what she needed to get ahead in life. There was something about her legs that most guys couldn’t just yet wrap around their heads, pun intended. This is simply because of how she carried herself. She was comfortable in her skin and it’s for sure that nothing is as easy as loving someone who already loves themselves. Continue reading “Broken Promises”
It was one of those slow weekends through which he hangs around in his pyjamas all day with half a wood in his pants for most of it. This was no worry anyway since he lived alone and hadn’t seen himself living with someone for the next year or two to come. He had dozed on the couch again. He opened his eyes just enough to see that she had been trying to reach him on the phone for the last hour with no success. It just hit him that it was her birthday and they were supposed to meet later on in the day. His phone was at an arm’s length so he just stretched in a long yawn and picked in the groggiest voice. Apparently, she had been at the gate all along and the watchman was nowhere to be seen to open for her. Continue reading “Birthday Gift”
Her pillow had soaked up most of her tears, and she sat up and hugged the other pillow and hoped the pain would flow down and out of her through the tears but no. Every time she pictured what she has been through for him just to up and leave the chest pains came calling. A sharp pain on the left side of her chest that made her feel like her heart stopped beating for a second. Her pain led her to call him subconsciously and for a moment there he had to listen to her sob bitterly on the other side. Leaving him speechless and surprised at these turn of events. Continue reading “Cold Feet”
The day was generally dark even with the curtains on. The bracket lights on the wall didn’t do much to improve the situation anyway. His glass of whisky rested on the armchair from which he wrote all his work. From that vantage point, he could not only easily see the comings and goings in the house but also a clear portal through the window that ran all the way down from the ceiling. A clear view of the neighbouring houses and their dirty linen on the hanging lines you’d see every night when they argued, made up or passed out. Continue reading “Perfect Imperfection”
He blankly stared at his computer after a whole hour of looking for a proper massage cream or oil. It was their third anniversary and he wanted it to be more than just that routine they did every year. Ibiza was always full around that time of the year and since they were tight on finances, the cost of travel would have been very high also considering there was a baby on the way, Ellen would not be in her best shape to travel. The current market bear run was just but second on the list of the excuses. Continue reading “Royal Rub”
Mornings were never easy for her. Waking up every morning was a chore by itself. She was a sworn night owl and she actually thought of taking nights but the boyfriend would have never agreed. Working nights can nip a young relationship in the bud before it even tastes the sunshine. She somehow had to wake up because well, the only people that earn their bread in bed stayed in brothels. Continue reading “Seasoning”
The phone call came in a bit too late into the night. Or should I say in the wee hours of the morning. She needed to sleep after a long night with a soaked pillow and she could use a listening ear. Jacob never missed a call. The many times she called he was always there to answer. Always there to talk her through it all whenever it got tough. The pain today however, was more than she could handle. The house had become too small and cold for her and it did nothing but make the pain worse. Continue reading “Pillow Talk”
The attraction, the pull is so strong
Why did I have to be in the wrong?
It’s like she had her own gravitational pull
And I, just but her blinded, stupefied fool.
The sex was good. Nothing short of the same old humping and nutting. He however felt like with every spurt, he emptied himself even more. For most guys sex is just sex but there was something about this one. He felt something was lacking from deep within him although he couldn’t place a finger on it.