He asked himself as he tried to jot down a few sentences because life had taught him that you talk to women in sentences and paragraphs and not lines.
He had kept her just long enough to forget the one he truly loves. Njeri felt like Mutuku was a funnel that had sifted the finest pieces of her heart and left it paralyzed and she wondered if she would ever feel it beat again.
He unhooked Talia’s bra and behold the “two beautiful airbags” were staring right at him. He kissed them passionately as he suckled them delicately while Talia gave out soft moans.
The guilt was mostly because she had been so good to him and all he could think of was ripping clothes from her body.
I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are gently rubbing your scalp and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I possibly can as I kiss you as deeply as possible and think about how much you are mine and only mine.
The guy seemed to be struggling to keep his hands off the young lady and given the opportunity he would probably do some very naughty and nasty things to her.
She yearned for his touch and presence but she could not bring herself to walk towards him. Lets just say, every time he glanced at her, her cheeks turned red.
She started feeling dead yet she was alive and healthy. The life in her eyes was no longer there. Her refreshing smile had become as rare as a comet.
His face could tell the story of a very miserable man. Where would he get ksh. 20 million to pay for the damages?
He worked his magical tongue down from my neck to my hard nipples then the “forbidden fruit.”