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.

Bend over queen!

Well it goes without mention that Shawn turned out to be a proper man and didn’t give in to my lustful charms. Not to worry though; there were so many out there, I just needed time to net another.  `Win some and lose some’ is a saying that sits so comfortable with me. In a short while I spotted another man who caught my fancy. Kelvin is that rare breed of Itesot who so obviously doesn’t look like one. Being a cousin of Emorimor`s people myself, it was easy to know the fellow was a byaibo dude. With a suaveness that normally melts me, I was drawn to him like a fly to a fire. His body was simply divine with its rippling muscles. His thighs were a sight to behold, if any of you remember Roberto Carlos before he took a free kick you, would feel sorry for the goalkeeper because the guy had massive thighs!  Kelvin thighs were not as prominent but just as beautiful. He walked like he was about to break into a sprint and I found all this incredibly sexy. To top it all he had such a smile it was impossible not to like him. Don’t even get me started on his ass! Damn the guy was good looking! I know it sounds like I was checking him out as if he was a prize animal at a beef market but a gal can dream. Anyway Kelvin was a piece of steak I intended to munch or rather swallow.

He asked me out on a date and I said yes. I was single, bored, and horny so I was grateful for the diversion. On the said day, he drove to my place and we went to Bamboo Nest in Bugolobi. We danced like crazy, drunk a bit too much alcohol and eventually stumbled home. I was nervous obviously but all that flew out of the window when he took off his shirt. Off my! I had never seen a chest so magnificent. It was riddled with planes and gullies so sexy it turned my taps on instantly. I could feel my self gushing like a tsunami. He held out his hand and pulled me towards him. I went willing like a little gal. He smooched me until I was dizzy with yearning, my legs turned to jelly as he ministered his brand of seduction. When we came up for air he told me to turn around which I did. Slowly I felt my skirt going up my hips until my bare arse was out. `Bend over’, he ordered. I put my hands on the wall and pushed my derriere out. I could feel the cold air brushing my womanhood like a soft whisper. At any moment then I expected to feel a slick vein enter me but was pleasantly surprised when I felt something else instead; a wet, warm tongue licking me. It flicked in out until I couldn’t take it any more. I could feel the explosion building. The spasms hit me so hard as my body quivered with pleasure! I was temporarily blinded with the force of my eruption. I collapsed in his arms as he carried me to his Mazongoto. He laid me down so gently even porcelain couldn’t be handled any better. I opened my eyes to see his face looming over mine. This was one arrow boy who was going to pierce me until I surrendered.  I linked my arms around his neck and drew him to my lips. God bless Teso!

Playing the field

I have a special fondness for rugby club. It was where I perfected my drinking skills; I smile as I remember those days of drinking until you nearly blacked out. Surprisingly I have never really gotten stone drank; I should try it one of these days before I quit. So before I completely drift off course, rugby club was the place I also kissed more guys in one night and went home with none…well that wasn’t the original plan. On this particular day I went and found one of my fcuk buddies Pete just near the entrance; I gave him a loud smoldering kiss and squeezed his gonads just to make a promise. As I was still strutting my non existent butt, I found Joel my sugar boy, with a tight squeeze and smack on his ass I promised to get back to him later but before I could get to the Nyama Choma place, I bumped into Shawn, my one and only crush. Mentally I erased the existence of all the other guys and decided it is Shawn I required.

 Wanting Shawn wasn’t a hard thing; the guy was so cultured it made me feel like I grew up in Lachanpenino! He was suave and oozed sex appeal in buckets! In fact he was one of the few males I wanted to marry then. While I was being cuddled by Shawn, Joel passes by and asks to have a word with me. Excusing myself briefly to go speak to him I end up being thoroughly ravished behind the containers! Oh those containers; I don’t know how many times hands have found their way up my skirt on a given night! This particular night I sort of suspended all my brain cells and enjoyed the attention. The really cool thing about being a bitch is that you are completely aware of it and your right to play the field. You don’t wait for things to happen but rather make them happen. After extraditing myself from Joel’s rather tight embrace, I pranced back to Shawn who was sipping Guinness like a billionaire and firmly planted my self into his arms; even I have standards and this was one fella I wanted to keep around for a while. With this zero distance it was easy to measure our body temperatures which kept on rising with all the petting involved. I would kiss him as his buddies whistled, tug on his lower lip as I watched his eyes turn to molten sugar.

Watching all this desire was such a powerful turn on I thought I was going to melt right there and then. This was flirting at its best because my eyes over his shoulders would be checking out another perfectly muscled butt in the right jeans! Anyway this night ended with me in my bed alone but not before I had slept across five guys in the back seat of a car as we headed to Steak Out. I won’t elaborate on all those pairs of hands and hard-ons I felt at once! Fortunately, it was Shawn I wanted and I was saving him for last. This wasn’t a meal to be hurried. I intended to enjoy it like a full 7 course dinner but I guess that will be a story for another day.

My first sugar papa

After the rape of my innocence…literally, I made that decision to do things my way. The humiliation I felt was so absolute it transcended pain. It was more like an acute ache that went into supernova and then instantly became dull; but life had to go on. I met Richie through a mutual friend (his galfriend); he was an artist, dreadlocked and could speak very good English. With a fetish for people gifted in glib; it was easy to fall for him. Well, it goes without mention that he was the older guy, very experienced and thanks to his artistic temperament also fascinating. It was a joy to be in his company but of course he was dating my friend okey maybe friend is an exaggeration but she was an acquaintance so it put her in that weird category of people you know but don’t give a sh*t about. To add salt to injury she acted as if she didn’t want him and I did, subconsciously I decided to steal him; use my feminine wiles to take him for myself. I mean he had everything I wanted and we made a sizzling couple…and boy did we out bring that sizzle to boil? The sneaking around was like an aphrodisiac we got high on. Every chance we got we touched, kissed and gazed lustfully at each other. It was a match made in heaven! Put like it this, we wanted the company, the sex but no strings attached. Remember I was a tender 18 years old and carousing with a very grown 30 something old man.

The teasing came to a point where we just had to do it. The day soon presented itself and I have to admit I was very scared! The teasing had been fun but now I was actually faced with the possibility of having to swallow this man whole and believe me I was frightened. All my supposed experience flew out the window when he started to drop his pants. The evidence of his need was right there struggling like a fish caught in a net! I choked when he finally freed his male. Like a soldier on spying its superior it sprang to attention rearing it`s head like a wounded cobra! Clearly it intended to bite and I seemed to be the only person around…besides its owner of course. Noticing my fright, Richie held me by the hand and slowly guided me to bed like a reluctant child. His large calloused hands started caressing me and stoking fires I didn’t even know existed. For the first time I was being shown how to accommodate, admit and master my desire. I could feel my nether regions getting wetter by the minute. `Richie’, I moaned `maybe we shouldn’t’, I continued in a mixture of strangled desire and pleasure. `Why shouldn’t we?’ he asked `is this not what you have been asking for all this while?’ he continued as his fingers searched my depths. Okey game over, I needed to create a diversion but how I asked myself. Going down on my needs I took his saluting arsenal into my hands and caressed it like a well loved child. There was no way this thing was going to fit into my little pum pum I thought. Closing my eyes seductively, I slowly started to lick and inch by inch I took him into my mouth. Pushing the mental picture of throwing up to the very back of my mind I gave him the best blow job he had ever had. My journey to whoredom had been launched and there was no turning back.

My lessons started early

My introduction to sex came early in life. In fact I don’t even remember exactly when and how I lost my goat but from then on wards it has been a tumbling journey from one bed to another. For most times I didn’t even know I was having sex. It was like an out of body experience and I was watching some man do things to me as he panted like an animal. It was oddly disorienting as his breathe quickened and soon he came with a hoarse roar and collapsed on my chest! When it was done I would swear never to let a man near my pump um again but it happened…again. My real pleasurable experience with sex came much later when I had learned to convince myself that a man can actually look good naked. But before that I found the male anatomy very disgusting; a flat muscled bottom with a black dangly thing in between the limbs and spindly legs…yuck!

My earliest memory of carnal relationships was way back in nursery school. We were playing hide and seek and this one fellow called Derrick told me to go and hide with him in the near by bushes. ` Do you know how to play mummy and daddy’, he asked. `No’, I replied innocently. ` For me at home I usually play the shop keeper or the baby’, I continued. `That is okey, today I am going to show you how to play mummy and daddy’, he told me reassuringly. He told me to remove my panties so that we could play the game very well. With the innocence of childhood I took off my panties and let him have his way with me. To be honest I didn`t feel a thing until we got caught. The teacher took us to the front of the class and told everybody how we have been doing bad manners. It was so embarrassing I never wanted to play bad manners again. I cried so much and Derrick wasn’t any consolation either. He was sulking defiantly as if it was his right to play bad manners and the teacher had no reason to stop him.

This exposure to  shame soon began my obsession with the forbidden. From that day onwards I got spanked for playing bad manners until I was too old to get caught or spanked. The bad manners graduated to sex for love that eventually got stripped to its basic purpose…fanning the fires of lust. It has been discovery after discovery of why these pleasures are forbidden…