I just like sex too much!

I have to admit sometimes my confident sexuality really scares me. I keep wondering whether everybody thinks I am a whore but…I just like sex too much! I got tired of the cat and mouse games where you pretend to be a virgin and yet we all know better. The other day one of my colleagues was complaining of babes who show you the green light all the way and then when the moment of coitus comes in, they start ouching in pain pretending it doesn’t fit. Hahaha…now that is so funny! With the way I love big sizes, I can’t even pretend when it’s too small. I like it when a full grow cock just fills me up and I am not going to apologise for it. I love them big…period! Back to the subject of bed games; sex for the first time is quite traumatic! Imagine you`ve been dating for quite a bit and now its time to get the deed done. You have to trust this person not to criticize your body and think the loves huddles are cute! I also have those insecurities…I mean who doesn’t but so as not to spoil the whole experience I throw myself in your face and I hope you get over my inadequacies and we get to the business of sex. Luckily for me…I don’t do regrets. I prefer to classify an experience as a lesson learned…next time better. The other day I thought of an encounter I had recently…nothing to write home about really but I learned a lot in terms of intimacy. I learned how to give a hand job, work the sensitive areas of the skin and I am sure it will be a while before he can get someone as good as I was. Sex also needs investments, you need to read on it, try and be ready to fail, emotional investment…you can skip that part ask as Mr. Booze to help. He always does a fine job. Just make sure you don’t get too drunk you don’t remember anything of the previous night. There is nothing as haunting as not remembering what you did and sniggers following you everywhere you go…don’t say I didn’t warn you.  If you are horny and you know it just honk…honk! Honk! Honk!

Cradle snatcher

Thanks to a recent wardrobe change, I am getting hit on by guys young enough to pass for my little brother. James is not so young but I am still a good 5 years older than him. Anyhow I am so completely in lust with him it’s amazing how I get any work done! He is so adorably cute and persistent. It wasn’t long before I started seeing him in a different light. He would stare at me with such soulful eyes I was constantly horny. As I sat at my desk, my eyes would wander ponderingly to his mouth. It was a wide mouth with the upper lip a little bit hooked like a spoon…not is best feature obviously but interesting never the less. His winning features were his eyes, so brown that they would get darker with emotion was just a sheer miracle I didn’t bed him there and then. Well, if something is meant to happen, it eventually takes place. I had gone out for a drink when I bumped into him at the counter. His tall, lithe frame in a tight fitting shirt was the first thing I noticed. ‘Hey’, I said casually but ended up sounding seductive. On seeing me, a slow pleased smile which went all the way to his eyes crept appeared on his face. ‘Hey’, he also answered. ‘I really hope you mean to join me’, he continued. The invitation was clear and I accepted. I perched myself on the stool next to his and the fraternizing began. Not one for excess conversation I was only too happy to let him talk as I slowly undressed mind in my mind. My fingers were itching to run down his well formed torso and the stripped shirt didn’t help any matters. My eyes followed the thin stripes from the collar to the part where they disappeared into his crotch area. His skinny jeans molded his thighs in a way only denim could. ‘Are you even listening to a word I am saying?’ he asked. ‘Honestly…no, I am rather fighting a craving to take your shirt off’, I replied frankly. ‘Really?, I thought I was the only one fighting the urge to relieve you of your clothes’, he said with a husky laugh. The air became charged with sexual tension it was amazing we hadn’t raped each other yet. ‘Let’s go home’, he said suddenly. ‘Brilliant idea, your place or mine?’ I asked obligingly. ‘The nearest’, he replied holding my hand a little too tightly while hailing a boda. On getting to his place, he opened the door while kissing me, closed it with one hand groping my ass and I tearing at his shirt. By the time we got to the bedroom , a garment trail with our intentions clearly written was strewn all over the place; shoes, trousers, skirt, bra, boxers, G-string …you don’t need a tutor to figure that out. Now who knew cradle snatching would be this fun?

To be or not to be

At the risk sounding like a love sick puppy I will proceed to yell…I THINK I AM IN LIKE! Yes even the town slut does fall in like. For the last few days…and weeks it has been trips down memory lane to keep self pity at bay. My life has turned into one boring routine without excitement…work, home, work and home some more and then work again! It’s a tough existence I assure you! I have always admired women who are not afraid to fall in love. I was listening to my gal friend spill on her latest affair. She is deeply involved with a fat older man with an even fatter wallet and a wife. The question was whether being a mistress is such a bad thing. ‘In this day and age, if you want a good life, then being a mistress is the way to go’, she lamented. ‘I am not willing to forsake this life of luxury in the name of loving a poor man and being number one. As long he caters to my needs, I see no reason why I can’t be number 99’, she added indifferently. I used to frown upon women who had the audacity to even think about fleecing other women`s gologo. A bite was fine but the whole meal and regularly was a little too much! I know what you are thinking but I am not going to defend myself…but being a sex fiend doesn’t meaning I don’t harbor dreams of walking down the aisle! Sometimes when my good angel visits, I dream of a big white dress, beautiful cake and an equally handsome groom to compliment the whole picture but seriously…second wife! I cringe when I think of my significant other trapped in someone else`s nether regions. Which brings me to the story I am actually trying to tell; there is a man, he is rich, attractive and good company but he is involved with someone who is currently out of the country. I won’t deny I have stolen the occasional shagmate here and there but I didn’t keep them. Problem is that I want this one for myself. I am not willing to taste and let go. Untidy mess it is my people…but he is the one person who has makes me want the domestic feeling of being in a monogamous relationship. He makes want to care for him, do things for him and you know; just be his little gal. I think the universe is finally punishing me for my large appetite! So I ask anybody out there to help me with this one or I just might hang up my tools in the name of like. Otherwise until then…a little fun here and there surely won’t hurt.

Kiss kiss bang bang

There other day I was Looking through a local daily was accosted by graphic images of a really horrible kiss. I could tell it was horrible because the face of the recipient of this rather disgusting suction process was unnaturally contorted!  The poor lady looked like she was in pain as the fellow literally shoved a six foot tongue down her throat! The things we do for love I mused as I continued perusing through the Daily Onion. I found myself traveling down memory lane to the time when I got the practical illustration of a fabulous kiss.  I was still fairly young and naive when I met Jonah, very bookish and sort of didn’t fit the bill of a fun guy but interesting none the less. He won me over with his quirky conversation and knowledgeable mind. Back then I still lived with my parents and hadn’t quite taken on my current street cred. We would met in the evenings after I had done my chores and take long walks around our modest suburbs of Namuwongo after Kisugu. One day our walk ended early so he walked me back home and I invited him in to look at my stone collection and wacky secondary school pictures. I have no idea when the mood suddenly changed from light banter and teasing to sexual tension. I was seated on the floor engrossed in showing him my favorite stones when he placed his hands on my shoulders. ‘Stand up’, he said.  As if hypnotized by his gaze, I stood up without breaking it. ‘You have such kissable lips’, he said. ‘So I have been told’, I replied huskily. He traced his finger on the outline of my bottom lip as he cradled the side of my nape. Slowly his lips lowered to mine. Oh my God! Nothing prepared me for sensations that ran through me! I was hot all over and my knees were weak from that onslaught of feeling. Jonah`s lips were so soft and moist. It was the right kind of pressure and moisture…neither to dry nor too wet…just perfect.

Hot steamy shower

Single life has its advantages, some of them not so obvious but there none the less. Like not having to share your dressing table with anyone, sleeping like an X if it suited you and some others I won’t care to mention. Anyway this weekend I woke up with laziness that comes from good loving and enough sleep but unfortunately I had only had one half of that fabulous combination; good sleep. Drowsily I slipped into a light dress and headed to the shower. I had a pile of laundry to do and I was wondering how to go about it. As I sorted my clothes in auto mode, my mind kept drifting back to my ex and the simple pleasures we used to enjoy, the Saturday mornings of cartoons and slow lovemaking, playful lunch dates and long nights of hot steamy sex after missing each other over the week. I have never met a man who was so anxious to please me like Jerry was. Unlike most men who are put off by suggestions in bed, Jerry had an almost childlike enthusiasm in following suit. I found my self smiling with the memory of the sizzling make outs we had in the bathroom. For example on this particular Friday I had gone over for a weekend but we ended up working till late and by the time we went home we were so tired and cranky. In fact this was the perfect recipe for no sex. On reaching home, we went through our usual routines of getting undressed and then deciding on what to eat…but in addition to that was the impending shower. ‘Baby let’s go and take a shower’, Jerry told me. Not thinking much of the suggestion, I got naked and went into the shower. It started out innocently enough with us scrubbing each other to remove the grime. `Turn round and I do you back’, he said which I did. Slowly he scrubbed my back as foamy soap trickled down my body. He turned me round and treated my boobs to the same tender loving care. It was so softly erotic I became turned on immediately. His tool which was previously deflated had risen to the occasion. Without saying a word he brought me closer to him and slipped into me. It was so deliciously sweet I remember holding myself against the slippery wall in ecstasy.  I clawed at the slippery wall until I had to clutch his back so tightly more to stop myself from falling but ended get the humping of my life! Just as suddenly as it started it ended. This was the kind of shagging that came from people with pent up emotions. Pity it didn’t work out but its one moment I will always remember.

Involuntary Celibacy

I am suffering from a lull. I haven’t been able to get some in a really long while. It is making me mental and I seriously need to get laid! Being a super horny babe doesn’t mean that I get laid all the time. In fact there are times when I go months without getting `any’ until my flower just ends up shrinking and wilting away. Okay maybe that’s too much of an exaggeration but I am a busy woman and that means I work 7 to 9pm, by the time I get home I am so freaking tired! Take for example yesterday; I got a call from this one dude I have been lusting over for quite a bit now. He has his own company and need I mention really intelligent? yes he is and we all know my weakness for the grey matter...in between the ears of course.  He has twinkling eyes and an infectious laugh. Don’t even get me started on his `phone voice’. It is so deep it just makes me want to be in his arms immediately.

I was in a taxi travelling back to my really remote based ka-room when he called. ` Hey, where are you?’ he asked softly. ` I am in at taxi heading home’ I replied. ` Come to Ntinda…please’, he beseeched. ` I am so tired I will be totally useless to you’, I said throatily with enough success to avoid choking. `Its okay, I just need somebody to celebrate my good fortune with’, he continued.  In the minutes it took the taxi to drive from the Vision Printers; I had gotten to know of how he is about to sign a multi-million dollar contract and the excitement was giving him a serious horn. I quite understood how he was feeling because it happens to me all the time. There are those days when you hit the jackpot and all that excitement just tends to travel down south turning the taps on instantly. Someone ought to explain to me how that comes about and please find a way to fix it. Honestly, you can’t be cracking a deal everyday and getting horny at the same time! Imagine what your business associates would think if they found out.

Of late I have been dreaming about `big size’. I wake up all wet from the visions of him doing things to me that only he can. This usually happens when business goes well for me and the thought of the eminent money is as good as an aphrodisiac. It makes me want to have mad passionate sex until I am all sore. Did I mention I am in love with power? Talking to millionaire boy just made feel like that. But for now I will settle with imagining what his deft finger can do to me.

Madly in love with peckers

I now understand why I have been so besotted with a certain individual. There is nothing particularly stunning about him except that he has fabulous taste in clothes and a really nice ass! His butt cheeks are like two best friends squeezed into a tight space. He moves with a confident swag which seems almost arrogant but not quite. The man had such confidence it made me wonder where it all stemmed from. He was intelligent, smooth and gifted at glib but he took all that for granted as if there was something else too. Well being the busy person that I am, I brooded on it but not for long. There were other things to do, guys to shag; that kind of thing.

My days crawled as it got towards the weekend until low and behold Saturday arrived. I went out with a few of my friends and as the evening progressed, I spied him near the counter. I noticed he was alone and so I sauntered over to him. `Hey’, I said huskily. It was a skill I had learned longtime ago. It normally came in handy. `fancy meeting you here’, I continued mysteriously. `Hey…I know. Small world’, he finished. He turned to face me squarely. Deep brown eyes were the first thing I noticed. My eyes travelled to his month; very strong mouth that was, with a clearly defined jaw line. I will be kissing that later, I mused. ‘Did I grow a second nose?’ he asked mischievously. Snapped out of my reverie I looked up to meet his twinkling eyes. Shit, dude was teasing me! I smiled my most innocent smile and took his hand and put it on my cheek. `No’ I said embarrassed. `I know a place where we can continue this observation without any interruption’, he said reading my mind. `Well that is an idea I can work with, what did you have in mind?’ I asked. `My place’, he replied without hesitation. I searched his face for any form of uncertainty and there was none. I walked over to my gal friends and faked a headache. I gave my apologies and miserably walked out of the place. In no time we had reached his place, he offered me a seat and followed it up with a drink. On sensing no hurry, I relaxed and decided to enjoy myself. I was still musing on the absurdities of life when he strode into the living room, naked as the light of day! I didn’t know whether to be shocked or not. The guy packed quite a punch! He was beautiful! It now dawned on me why the guy was so confident. He was really big, in fact scratch that, huge! To make matters worse the bloody thing had saluted like a flag pole! I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his arsenal even if I wanted to. It was so glorious and majestic…okay maybe the fact that its owner didn’t have even an inch of fat on his body helped. Whatever the reason, I liked what I saw and fully intended to find what exactly it can do. Can it rise when touched? If I tickled the base can it sing and spit like a cobra? Better yet if I put my mouth onto it, would it throb and pulsate? All those possibilities kept bouncing back and forth in my mind. Honestly; your guess is as good as mine. Not to worry though; we shall soon be finding out.