A Post About A Forbidden Apple

Red apples are forbidden, some are forbidden by virtue that they are still attached to the tree that bore them, still unripe, but they are ripe more than every other girl.

She makes her hair with honey, she never changes it, she only has it redone. It suits her more than an old Mercedes suits an aristocrat.

Her voice is accurate, precise, you would never miss a word she says, she speaks so articulately.

Her sense of humor is refined, effortless, mature, but young like she is. If jokes could be eaten, and she served them, you would be as fat as a pig.

 She sometimes wears dresses, the loose ones that run down low, but her ass is so big, it lifts the dress from behind into a mini skirt. Some girls can wear tight things to church and yet look decent, that is their structure, she cannot however, she would look too sexy. No man should sin right there in church, even just with their minds, leave alone with their biology.
However much she tries to conceal it, her silk dresses draw her better than a sharp pencil would, the dress sinks into her curves. Up and down her booty goes, dancing in her wonderful dresses, heels to arch her body, even you would be tempted beyond comprehension, boy or girl, you would stare, cause she is stared at that way.

She is a red apple, still not ready to fall off it's tree. I have been practicing self restrain, like Kenyan are trying to with regards to taking bribes, but failing miserably. Watching her from a distance, and not being able to have her, is like being at your honey moon for four days, and for the four days she is on her periods like a waterfall. Doing her would be exactly like swimming in blood. That hotel can kiss it's white bedsheets good bye!

I had to take her number, she is the kind of girl so forbidden I couldn't take her number publicly. We couldn't be seen talking together, or is it that people didn't care but I worried too much, that's what she always told me. Talking to her openly as the world watched was as suicidal as walking on broken glasses, just imagine i thought of walking on broken glasses!
Once or twice I hugged her, a quick one, hoping no one saw, that was when I felt as brave as a hard on. Most times I didn't and therefore gave her my hand to greet.
She smiled at me, she was excited to see me, she was excited to be seen by me, she knew she had power over me, women might be looking ahead as they walk, but the have paranoiac vision. They see everything around them, she saw me drool. And when I was too far, she just turned and look sideways, did I tell you women have paranoiac vision...

Redapple: Where are you.
me: having lunch with my friends
Red apple: am here too, am alone

She was alone, having lunch alone by the pool? I have always kept my distance.

Me: who is around there?
Red apple: no one I know

I waited a few minutes, cause I didn't want to be seen, my friends would have my kneck, if they knew I was going to see her. Terrorists would have plucked my balls with pliers if they knew I was with her. I would be in so much trouble if I was ever caught. But that day my moods were elated, when you feel excited it clouds your judgment, why do you think guys always try to make women laugh? Laughter elates moods, causes people to make bad decisions, even bad business decisions. I was making a bad decision, risking my life, I was walking to the pool area.

She was having stake, it was half eaten. She was alone, under the green umbrella Alvaro must have given it to the lodge. Her book rest on the table, yes it was a Sidney Sheldon. Now you can see how easily i was attracted, it was bordering on pathetic, I had to comment about it in the conversation we had. She looked wonderful, she wore white pants, tight ones, like a second skin on her skin, she formed a curve even as she sat down. I was so impressed, my eyes ate her. I bent over to hug her, she loved the way I smelled, her face almost elated. That caused me to be elated, and you know elated people make bad decision, I dare you catch me just after I have been complemented about my blog... Which is so often, hence my elated wildness.

It was a short conversation, it is a small town, people talk, her family is well known, I am sure people were watching. But we were both young, and most people around were way older, so naturally we could exchange small talk, but that all it could be, small talk. If it was longer, people might turn their conversation to us, and it might spill over to people who shouldn't know, and then I would be in trouble.

I left, at the right time, the stares were friendly, even the waiter who made fun at me didn't do it a lot that time, he felt like I was walking too close to the pool, at the edge. I could easily slip in and drown. He smiled at me though, probably acknowledging I handled it well.

I was back at my table, away from the girl. Close to my friends. Did I tell you I felt elated.

Me: sneak out of the gate we meet, in the car, kiss, no words, then come back.
Red apple: you are crazy. Okay, you will see me as I get out.

She walked, I didn't stare at her much this time, cause I knew I would soon be able to see her without hiding. There are beautiful people we gaze at, its allowed, no questions asked, but then there are also the beautiful ones that you have to hide to the whole world, the fact that you drool at them. They are forbidden.

I put the car keys in my pocket. They were on the table. If I left immediately, they would suspect, I wouldn't let them. So I made small talk, made them laugh until they forgot I had pocketed the keys.

I excused myself from the table like every man should, then went off in the direction of the Gentlemans room.

When they were not watching, I ducked to the exit. I got into the car, by that time I was sure she had walked quite a distance out of the gate, from the gate, no one would see. It was in town, a deserted spot. She had walked quite a bit, her texted said she had been waiting.

I reversed, drove off like a bullet, but not too much to cause attention, enough to be descreet  like old men who have reached the point of self actualization, but also fast enough to out race the clock. She had been waiting.

I saw her, in her brown velvet top, that fit her wonderfully. That contrasted perfectly with her white pants, so that it felt as perfect as a chopper. I felt like I was going to fly, with no runway like a chopper does. Having in mind all that she was, was dangling and crossing the road to see me.

I opened the door to the co-drivers side, let it a gar, cause I couldn't stretch anymore seated at the drivers side, and also cause even when you are about to do bad things, you should still be a gentleman and open doors for women.

She got in. I hugged her. Even before, our lips seized each others, even her door hadn't shut yet, even before she filled the chair, we had already kissed. She does fill the chair well that girl.

She was an active kisser, her hands went round my neck faster than my hands slid down her back and grabbed her seat. Her kiss was tasteless like water, quenched my thirst like water, you know water is life don't you? Her form was firmly in position, but loose in softness. Her breasts were full. And the brown, white, other colors I don't remember on her top made me feel like a rainbow when I touched them.

We laughed. I handed her chocolate. I had rushed to get her chocolate. Turns out she only takes white chocolate, but she hurriedly suggested she would keep it as a suvernier.
She touched my phone. Touched the dials on the Telly. She played with the seat belt. She was funny, confident, she was as curious as my mind, she explored with her eyes, I could see it, I complemented her. We weren't seen, the windows were as tinted as night. But even if we were, the people who might have seen her lacked authority, or magnitude to cause us a shred, even just a shred of worry.

She walked out, I saw her arose me, with her movement, like that of jelly, firm and in position, always in position yet still jiggly, more jiggly than your average girl.

We were heading back. I was heading back to my friends, she was heading back to her steak and her novel. She told me she was going to watch the game.

I had to take the roundabout, so I took time. Besides, I was still in a state of trance, after her magical full lips.

She smiled at me as I drove in, I smiled back. It turned me on that no one knew what we had been upto, even the guards at the entrance.

Sooner than later I was seated with my friends, sooner than later she was waving at them. She stretched her hand to greet all of them, I stretched my hand to shake hers too, so that it looked like I hadn't seen her that day. But she knew that hand she shook had just been shaking her breasts. Our hand shake was longer, more electrifying. But no one noticed, but us.

As she walked away, I wished my eyesight was paranoiac, I couldn't just have enough. Like hunger, when you eat good food until you are satisfied, you still become hungry. I was hungry for her. When my friends laughed at the conversation they were having I smiled, I wasn't with them in their jokes. I was with her lips, though she was away. I was hungry now more than ever.

Quick question, are divorced women fallen off from tress?

Are You Going To Get Stood Up Again?

Please do tell me what is more annoying than being given a date on 31st September? Anyone? No one? No one. Then let me tell you folks. Sitting in a crowded pizza joint alone for four straight hours waiting for your date is worse. You play with your phone, text, put up status update, you even start physically playing with your phone spinning it between your fingers, you walk lazily to the loo, order the sixth drink, alone.
after the one, two, three four...the fifth hour of sitting there looking like a leaper since everyone is in pairs or groups, your date calls, and you cant wait to show all those people around you you are worth it, your date calls and tells you she would be doing a no-show. Thats right, stand your ass up, go home!

That's what she did to me, who knows probably the humping she was getting with another man was too good for her to leave. Or she was too sweaty and drippy she dint want to shower. I didn't know what she was doing all that time I waited for her, you to wouldn't know, but one thing is for sure, traffic jam never lasts forever, if you were in traffic and you were headed to town, you will get to town, no one turns back and goes back home. Unless you are a warthog, how dare that animal stop and start eating grass while being chased by a lion? If I was a lion I wouldn't eat such an idiot animal, if you were a lion, you probably shouldn't too, who knows probably the meat has the idiot genes, and it might affect my stomach, and my enzymes might become such idiots they might forget to digest food in my stomach like a warthog forgets it's being chased. Let's not eat warthogs, okay?Agreed. Such stupidity is to profound, and conspicuous.

History repeats itself, women are the same right, people are the same. Here I was, waiting, this time at least I was in the car. It was just about to turn completely night, the time car jackers and thieves wake up to go bake cookies in white aprons. Yeah right, that's what they do, go baking cookies... They don't carry guns and wear black. They carry puns and cooking aprons!
It was at night, with this economy, car jackers must roam the streets, and there I was, in the car, waiting for pussy, waiting hours for a babe, all in the name of love. History does repeat itself. We never learn.

I think I even grew a beard seated there waiting for her. Five hours! I had promised her I would wait, and I intended to keep my word. But even more than keeping my word, she was beautiful, I mean the beauty that comes as a whole. She got enough on the rear for me to grab when I cum, she got such a nice bod, the kind that makes you not mind foreplay but actually look forward to it. Her voice would cause beautiful singing birds low self esteem, who knows they might join tweeter and follow self-help , try to get what is left of their esteem back. Yes, the sound of her talking is that good. She is the kind of girl you would wait for for seven years like that guy in the bible who waited for a girl for like fourteen years.

I could have left, but I didn't. She could have stayed home, not sneaked out but she didn't. Her father was home, if she got caught she would lose her car, her phone and her freedom. She was willing to take the risk. I wasn't willing for her to take that risk. If car jackers were to attack me, I was ready to negotiate with them, tell them I was to have sex that night, that I had to see her. We had to be together. But I hate car jackers, i wouldnt negotiate with them, if the police gave me a gun, I would run after them spending my own money. Oh I would throw money just to get rid of those scum bags. That is one thing i wouldn't mind getting poor doing. I waited for her, for almost five hours, that's almost a quarter a day you know, luckily she showed up while I was still safe. No bullets, no car jackers, just me safe.

Sometimes it is good to show emotion, I wasn't going to pretend I liked being left waiting for five hours, patience runs out like cum does, and when cum does reality checks in, and you feel sick of how desperate you were, who the bloody hell did you just bang?

 We were both excited about where we were heading to, even you would be, but I didn't want to show it. If I did wouldn't she treat me like a door mat, making me wait next time, I was going to let her feel what I felt by letting myself show what I felt. I dint hold back a frown. But her hand went around my arm, and stayed there, as I switched gears, what can I say, I really tried to hold back a smile, but I still cared and loved her so much. I guess that's why I still made sure she was wearing her seat belt. I cared for her.

We were two lovers, on the empty road, at almost midnight, driving to a place with a chimney, with a chimney that actually works, and is used. I was driving my baby, to a place, with a bed, curtains that run from ceiling to floor, floor that is made of proper wood and is dotted with mats, that runs up to the bath tub and is stared back by a mirror, a large mirror, so large you would see both yourselves making love in the shower. We were driving to a romantic place.

It was a private club, somewhere past Bruckenhurst but before Sigona Golf Club, or is it after, I don't know. I didn't care, all I cared about were her lips. I could try to stay angry at her, or even be angry at her, but what's the use of starting a battle you know you can't win? Cupid is a kid, but is very accurate with his love arrow, run and he will shoot your leg till you fall, or miss and shoot your ass, no one likes injections on the ass, I didn't want to be shot in the leg, I gave Cupid my chest, he shot it, I let love win. I couldn't remain angry at her.

It was a members only homely spot, it's structure was old but very well maintained, it felt like a castle, only the best for princesses, right? A homely spot lets it's employers sleep, like a fat cat in a rich accountants home, the lounge was not serving, the receptionist were not at work, but they had left their contact numbers with the two guards, the guards that fired up our chimney, and our evening, we even took a photo of them. Very jolly fellas.

It was cold, before the fire achieved it's maximum potential. It was cold when I spread her on the bed, then seized her lips with kisses that matched with the candle lit room. She melted. Like candle wax does. How couldn't she? She saw my eyes, in the dim lit wall-lighting that gave the place that elegance. My eyes said I love you, her lips saw those words, her ears ate them and her breath screamed them. It was as if we were competing with the fire, chimney fires take their time to light up, I took my time to light her up, and yes she lit up, fires throw out sparks, I could feel her sparks, I am still not sure if it was what happened between the sheets that heated up the room or it was the fire.

Did I tell you that place was as old as a castle, I bet that's why their mode of heating up water for the shower was slow, it required patience, like romance, it's all about the slowness of the kiss, the tenderness of the touch, just like the heating up of the water for the shower.
But sometimes, at times, things can get violent at romantic spots like that. Like the raging fires. the blossoming of flowers. the eruption of hot water from the shower head, and warmness from head, tip, the budging of my thing, her things and the exposion of them all, as the fire sparked to passion and romantic music. Magical...

We slept, we kissed, we loved, we switched on and off the lights, the bed lights, the bedside lamps, I switched off my eyes, before she did, she disturbed me a couple of times, jealous i was peacefully asleep, women, so typical. We slept in each others arms for the few moments we were together at that place with two seats, one red rose, in one vase, next to a fire place, no tv, just fire, and love, and everything else romantic, like love.

Morning came, their were packets of rubber all over, we really didn't sleep. If she fell down she would have gotten pregnant. Breakfast was delicious. Though we felt dangerously young, with all the old white couples around us. They truly know how to live, I would give them that.
I ate her toast and her swiss rolls, man was I hungry. She laughed. We sent messages as we unfolded napkins on the table. That place was so proper, if you talked, everyone heard. The sunlight hit the windows like the coffee hit my taste buds. I saw the glow on her face, she radiated like the sun, in fact I think the sun blushed, it was bliss. Why wouldn't she radiate like she was? I dont know how it happened, but she orgasmed that night so many times, she even wasn't coy about it. I guess it's cause I turned into an animal that night, oh she was so blissful and nice, beautifully aloof, I wanted her right there in front of all those proper people.

After breakfast, she told me she felt naked, she wore no undies, that over breakfast she had wondered the whole time whether people knew about her nakedness. It was ridiculous, she was completely dressed. I laughed a good one. She let my hand around my arm as we headed to the reception desk.

There was a bell, one like the ones in castles, on the desk, you press it, and the receptionist appears, like butlers do. She appeared, the receptionist, she looked at the way babes had held me, like I was such a man,  and she smiled. At that moment, i felt as if my dic was the world and other men's were a small  province. I did the manly thing manly dudes do, got out my wallet and signed some papers.

The old white guy standing next to us was very polite, he was reading a John Grisham novel, which had me wondering whether I should write a novel. Probably it was that that made me sign 'almost-a-lawyer' on the Occupation box on the papers.
It was babes who made small talk with him, I just laughed casually when I needed too. And I imagined, if she held my hand like that, when we went for parties, church or rhino-charge wouldnt she be speaking for both of us? And if I spoke with my hand rolled around by hers, wouldn't I be speaking for both of us? That old guy assumed she was speaking for both of us. I think he is part of the Dalamere family, though he tried to down play it a lot. Very polite dude.

"my wife loves pressing that bell" he said cheerfully.
She looked at me,
"babes, you like playing with that bell too."
She said to me. I just laughed.

Papers were signed. It was time to check out, mostly cause there were other people checking in. There was a golf tournament at the adjacent club, and other helpless romantics had booked the place for the next night.
Even though the cleaners were waiting outside, we still had to have another round. We defiled the bed a little more, and caused another rubber to find it's way onto the floor.

I used her shower gel, it's extracts are from tea, which I learnt doesn't go well with my hair, she called the Desk, had an iron box brought, and creased out my shirt as I took a shower.
 I carried her bag. We found the car covered with leafs from the tree above. I guess we were not the only ones who poured that night. Even the trees shed their leaves, like she got wet until it poured. It looked so beautiful, the car. We drove off, as the flowers, petals and leafs flew off the windscreen, the air is fresher there, the hills and the valleys are all covered in green plants. Smiles flew out of our faces.

I remembered the girl that made me wait, the girls that made me wait. Then did a no-show after five hours. I found a full-proof mechanism for them, incase they pull a no-show, from up their asses. As crude as it sounds it worked.
It was a send-to-many, the texts I sent dates. With three you can never go wrong, one for lunch, the other for coffee, and the last for dinner, if the first doesn't show, just tell the second to be a little early, if the second doesnt show, tell the third to change it to a lunch date rather than coffee. Once one saturday i banged three, and i was very sincere about it. Its either cause i have a way with words or am just lucky, i think am just lucky, or no one is that lucky? Can you keep a secret? Then, so can I.
This isn't boarding school, where if one isn't in the dorm, check the dinning hall, if not in the dinning hall check class, auditorium or library, this is real life, you don't know where she is, what she is doing as she stands you up. One date, two back ups. My ego stays with me. That was then.

Now it's one date, multiple orgasm, travel, out of town, sharing shower gel, and letting her drive when am tired. I left getting stood up to the single ones, and the one-date-two-back-up rule to those yet to find love. Love changes you.
Fall in love folks, fast, but even as you do, remember it's not going to be as epic as mine and babes... Cause I gave Cupid my chest, you showed him your ass! What do you expect? And your ass isn't that pretty anyways. Don't worry even mine isn't.

Smiles few off our faces, like the leafs and flowers flew off the windscreen, I was sure of our love. I could see it as clearly as the road ahead. And when I wondered whether she felt the same, she poured a kiss on my cheek, rolled her hand around mine and mashed it with her boobs. She was going to stay there no matter what gear I drove in.

I put in a faster gear and promised her Aberdare lodges next.

Hurt By Trust But Caged

I was sore. And I removed it, I looked at my skin, it was red, It was almost forming a wound. But not yet. I was worried. I should have worn socks. He looked at me, "why didn't you wear socks?"

It was at 7pm. The streets were starting to turn dark. I had enough money to almost pay half-rent someone's rent. At that time on the streets, when everyone is rushing home. There are people who sell things. They put them out on display, so that as you walk down the streets, the darkening street after a days work, you spend your money on them. They don't open shop very early in the morning. People work at that time, they open shop late at night, when lust is high, they open shop at night after people are tired of the toil from work. They open shop on weekends, when people want to enjoy. I was walking down the streets, heading to do something, i cant remember. But I had enough money to pay half someone's rent though, and didn't know what to spend it on anyways.

There they were, most of them brown like light, some were chocolate like pleasure. Others were completely black but beautiful like some Sudanese. Some you could see their strings hanging off. Some did not have strings. Some were open, almost open. Some were covered. Most of them were beautiful, most of them were on display. At that corner of the street all of them were on display actually. Yours for the taking. So long as you got out your wallet. Whatever size you wanted, big small whatever suited you. Some you could wear without socks, some you could wear with. Depending on how much you were willing to spend. 

There are different corners of the streets I hear, some where you can get new ones, young ones. Even some no one has ever worn. Even the ones that have never been worn, you could get at a price, to break into them. All you would need to do is ask one of the men who worked there at such streets to get you ones that are young, new, without any blemish on the skin, you had to pay more though for them. Cause they come from behind, they aren't the ones usually on display. You request for them. The ones on display sometimes you would find they have been worn, just to fit a few times. 
But there is another end of the street where you find ones so used they smell. Some are infect too old to wear. You have to buy soap to clean them before you wear them. Dare you wear them without socks! It is all good cause everyone has priorities, they prioritize. It depended how much you wanted to spend, and what you wanted out of the place.

I was enticed by the first shop. The first shop I got into looked lovely. They had very nice brown ones especially, all of them were new, they smelled fresh.  They had their own sort of perfume, but not perfume really. I didn't want to pick any of them from there though, cause I knew there was another shop ahead, with better lighting, where they even sell socks as they sell them.

I walked into the second shop. I was almost greeted with a smile. But I guess smiles are hard to buy when staff are paid minimum wage. He took me around, showing me around. I felt embarrassed. It is not a good thing to be seen walking in such a place for too long, especially if you are a man. I went round the shops looking. Then I zeroed down on two, the softest. I knew they were a bit pricey, they would be but it never hurts to buy experience. Even when it cost half someone's rent.

"Should I take brown one or the black one?" I asked the shop attendant. I held one, they wouldn't charge me to squeeze. I touched it everywhere, even inside, to feel how soft they were. How well they could absorb my fluids. I didn't care for such things. Things I bought. My aim was to use them. Pour my things into them.  And leave them. I can use either this two without socks. I can wear them raw. I obviously couldn't touch all parts inside them. There was no time. Besides whatever glitters is gold isn't it?

I paid up. And I left. I paid as if I was paying to half-rent for an apartment reasonably priced out of town. What was I doing? I asked myself! Am a man! I already have enough! What was I doing here in the night on the streets picking up things on display ? What were people thinking of me as I walked the streets? They all knew I had bought. It had it's price written all over, they knew it. I rushed to get to the car.

I put myself in it. It felt nice. I put it in raw. I got turned on by the fact that I was ruining them. With my sweat. With my fluids. They would almost smell after I am done with it. Then I would rest and let myself air.  

But then I started to feel pain. My skin was sore. How could they? I had gone to a reputable place, they pride themselves in variety, back then when I was in high school and primary school. I used to almost all the time buy my shoes from Bata. Then they didn't have variety. Now they do. Probably they should have just stuck to school shoes, leave the big league shoes to designers. They have loafer and sandals. They have boots and heels. They have sketchers probably even wedges. I dont know how those last ones look, it's girls who wear them. But I suspect they are there. They even have plastic shoes. 

I am not a girl. I don't get to a shop and fit both sides of the shoes. Walk around the shop with my girlfriends to test them. I just pick the ones that look nice. Yes I touch and squeeze them a bit. But I don't get both shoes out, if the first ones fit. Then the second one must also fit. The second one fitted yes, but it didn't fit well. After I wore it at home. It pressed me. It hurt me. Bata had made one shoe tighter than the other. There was bad workmanship inside it. So my left let was mashed. As I walked. I got a sore. A red one almost like a blister. Even when I wore socks it was the same.

It had been two weeks since I had bought them. Am a guy so I unwrap my shoes after a week or two after I buy them. I don't buy shoes and the first thing I do is go dance or cat walk confront of a mirror; the day I buy them. Trying to look at what matches with what, in my wardrobe. It was after two weeks that I wore them, when I discovered the soreness. 

I was having lunch with a girl. Yes, I take my mother for dates sometimes. We were having lunch. The restaurant had nice floors, just like I like. I got off my shoes so that I can let them touch the floor. It's a bad habit I have. The floor always feels nicer when my feet are bare. No one wants you to remove socks in a restaurant. So don't wear socks. The floor wasn't cold, so it was perfect. From enjoying soft raw padded shoes inside, to enjoying the earth, the floor, the wood underneath, everything raw is natural. Natural things even like pearls feel nice. Why should I wear socks when I wear such shoes? They feel so nice without them. Besides, it was Saturday, the day where you stop wearing the soft shiny leather shoes, that dictate you wear socks otherwise you would create, global warming in the office, like the smelly global warming in China or is it India? 

On Saturday, you start wearing leather shoes that absorb. That do not use polish but evapourating suede to clean them. Soft. They are also leathered you know. But the kind that can let water on when you get into a pond. Therefore can absorb sweat in like a towel. I get turned on by spoiling such lovely pairs of shoes. 

I let my shoes out. I felt nice on my left feet when I took it out. I was no longer a bitch. The food tasted better even. It was like my removing the shoe caused me to feel better. I looked at my feet and saw a red spot. It was like I had a thorn in my leg the whole time. So that was where my bad mood was from. How would I know? Bata is excellent. They always make the best. They are a class of their own, and very reasonably priced I must say. I kept putting on that left shoe and walking around the restaurant. There must be a mistake! After all those pairs, even the guys there knew me. After all those pairs of comfortability and perfection. I looked into the shoe. Trying to find the part that hurt me, I found it. 

"Can I have some money?" I asked the lady seated next to me. My pockets were empty. I rushed to the shop anger driving me mostly, than anything else. Don't you love mothers? They always put your interest first? I left her there. We weren't going to have lunch before I had picked my bone with Bata Shoe Company. When you are angry, you take down giants. 
 
When anger drives you also, you don't realize it is raining. I got to the shop, and I got smiles. I was back. They must have been assuming I was going to spoil myself with another pair. Sometimes I am embarrassed about the number of shoes I buy. Walking in the streets with a bag with Bata written all over it. Everyone knows I have been buying shoes. And am a guy, dammit! But if I feel nice who cares.

I wasn't feeling nice. And I let the whole shop know that. They sent the manager to me. When the other staff could not handle me. How dare he tell me to stuff the shoes with papers? I buy a pair of shoes to stuff with papers so that they expand. Even the manager pissed me off. I bought socks, such shops sell socks with shoes. I wore them there. And still screamed they hurt me. I touched other shoes, the black ones I had left. I wore them and they were different. They were comfortable. Mine were the same size as those, the exact same pair. But different cause mine hurt me. 

What do you mean my feet arent the same size? What do you mean they will expand? After hurting me that much? What do you mean you can only replace them when you see a visible tear? What if the whole structure is wrong? I wanted to buy another pair of the same. But they were out of stock.

You see I am not foolish, I know that even though I stop buying a pair from them, and they have really nice pieces. They will still live. The company will not die. In fact I will buy more of their shoes. But I will try buy even more shoes at a different store. But when I go to Bata, I will not show them I am happy. I will not hide my anger and hate for them. I was hurt. And I will hit it where it hurts most, I will bitch and bitch until those bustards know their place. Their place is up there with good customer service. But that day their customer service was mixed up on the floor with poop and bad smells. Everyplace with poop and bad smells causes you to be angry, irritable to be exact. Bata is like that to me now, the irritableness that is caused by a thorn in a shoe that spoils your mood so much you do forget to say hi to people. Bata is a bad day to me now. Just rush in angry, get what you want. Walk around the shop since you dont trust them anymore, them rush out. Escape.

Maybe I will stop shopping there one day. Besides there are better shops that sell Clarks from England, on the same streets. Maybe I will shop At those places more often.

I went back to the restaurant with the thorn in the left foot still on my leg. I found my mother missing and got really mad. It is the shoes I reminded myself. They are the pain. I called her. She didn't pick up. It was the shoe, I reminded myself. It started to rain as I walked back to the car, I got mad. Mad at the weather? It was the shoe not the rain. The hotel staff who escorted me with the umbrella let a little rain pour on me by mistake as I got into the car. I reminded myself, it was the shoe not the umbrella, at least I was largely dry.

I drove home and just when I was about to write my heart out I remembered I had left my iPad in the restaurant. My mother must have it. Instead of thinking of how sweet it was for her to have had my food packed, I felt angry that she had sausages packed instead of molo chops. I felt angry I didn't have my iPad to write my anger away, therapy. It was the shoes, she was just trying to be the best mother in the world. When I kicked of the shoes and pulled out the shocks I was still red. When I touched the red spot I felt pain. Dirty hands on a bruise always feels pain. My hand had been touching Bata shoes... They were dirty, it was the shoes. It was Bata.

Someone get me out of this bad relationship I have with Bata, it's like the bad relationship I have with Safaricom? Or is it the shoes not safaricom? Always going back even when they hurt me? Which bad relationship are you trapped in? Or is it the thorn in my shoe that is making me see everything negatively? Is it Kenya Power And Lighting or the Bata shoes. What bad relationship are you trapped in? Or is it the Bata shoe that makes me look at everything negatively?

When Love Was Pure Adventure And Not Pricey Coffee

I was holding her hand. Her long hair was loosely jumping up and down. They should design bras for running. On second thought they shouldn't. We were out of the gate, running away together. If we got caught... We had to run.

My day started like a typical sixteen year olds should start. As horny as teenage hood. With movies like the Girl Next Door. Remember it? She was the girl next door by the way. What more could a sixteen year old ask for, except for no pimples on the face and a girl next door who wore lingery that were stringed?

Sixteen year old. On holiday. The house is empty. Except for the house help. But she doesn't count. House helps don't count to me, you can't do without them but you got to have them.  They give keys to thieves. But you keep them cause you can't cook for yourselves. The house was empty.

I was sixteen. They had just invented mobile phones some years before. And did I love them. Just like that I could text her in the morning. And after the cars cleared away from the garage. She would ring the door bell. Straight to my room.

She was a year older. The girl next door. I was a year or two younger. She was more experienced. Probably it would be more accurate to say she was most exposed.

She ate things I didnt know could be eaten. I learnt what it was called after I was eaten. I closed the curtains to my room, all the time cause I was young. I was shy. You would have been to. She did things to me I was so embarrassed about I wished we would do them in more privacy that a locked room and closed curtain. I almost attempted to tell her we do it in the closet. I think we once did it there.

She had visited me the whole week. It was Friday. She visited me then too. We spent the whole day in my room. The only time I got out was when the house help flashed my phone. It was her way of telling me lunch is ready. Lunch for both of us was ready. I would leave her in my bed. Go get fries. It was fries everyday. And lots of water or juice.

Things were simple. Music. Bedsheets. I would walk her home. No drive license. Just simple black umbrellas with white polka dots and simple. Sleepers sometimes. Simple old shorts. T shirts. No watch on my arm. Just her simple lip gloss. Her phone. And her hair band which she wore on her hand. We exchanged movies. She knelt down in empty fields. And simply went down on me right there in the open.

When it rained. We splashed at each other water. From the muddy pot holes. We laughed. And made fun of people on the road. As I walked her home in the evening. We were afraid of mothers, you can tell a mother when you see one. They always complained we were indecent. With their eyes most of the time. She was a little older. Once I teased her a bit on how big her ass was. It was the most beautiful. She was beautiful upset. Decided to walk on the other end of the road. Parallel to me. She threw something at me. I held it. Then folded it into my arm before it was seen. It was to late. They pedestrians were shocked more than I was shocked. She was laughing. See I cared what people thought of me. She did not. I was sure the whole neighboorhood would gossip. 'eh... She threw at him a bra. From one end of the road. That kid is very immoral'

That Friday time flew. The house help flashed my phone. She wasn't giving me lunch, she was telling us good bye. She blow me for days everyday. That day she blew me for a century. It was evening already. Twenty more minutes I promised myself. The I will let the girl go home, cause soon my mum will be home.
She spoilt me.

I heard a hoot at the gate. She was in the house. Naked. The room smelled like pussy. You could almost feel the thickness of the air in your face. We were sweaty. I was sweaty. It must be my mum at the gate o thought. She was looking for the other half piece of her thong. Her thongs were the kind that allowed me to pull a string, then they would fall in two pieces. I knew one day we would be caught. I knew I was at the strings end. The car hooted continuously. That was odd.

I wasn't going to open for my own mother. How could I? I had a girl in the house. I went to the gate to peep. That time we had no cctvs. We had just discovered mobiles, didn't I tell you that? 

"is there a problem?"
"no, no there is no problem!"
He didn't know how much I meant those words. Mother's car was grey and hot. A sports car. The one outside the gate was blue and a pick up. Written G4S all over. 

I pressed the remote so that the gate would open. They wanted space to turn their pick up. So the gate lay open. As they turned. A grey sports car showed up. And I wanted to die.  Our gate is a snail. It locks up in slow motion. Her car would already be in by the time it shut. Her car was already in. 

"hi..."
"help me with the bags"
I acted normal. Like there was no girl in the house. We got into the house together. 
"why are the curtains closed so early?"
She was pulling them open. The sitting room was dark. I was heading to my bedroom. Where my naked girl was. I would hide her there, or sneak her out.

"scream"
The bags I had dropped. I found myself holding her hand. Pulling her out through the door. We ran. When we were out of the gate. We still ran. Laughing. Shaking. Why didn't she stay in the living room? Poor mother she must have screamed her lungs off; I would if I met myself leaning trying to open the curtains. And finding a stranger sitted on my sofa.

When we got to her gate. She hugged me good bye. Then suddenly I felt afraid of going back home. I had run away. With a girl. And now I had to go back. I wasn't going back.
"when are you coming home. Mob love mum."
I stared at my phone. Maybe she did understand, or she didn't?
There was only one way to find out, I was going back home.

The Photo Before Campus Life Is Over

Girl these other girls are diamonds,
They are rubies and all stones precious,
But girl you are a pearl,
Like the earrings you dress your ears in,
I wouldn't be wasting time heating your oven,
Taking time to prepare for a hot climax,
Other girls I would throw on my bed,
Like you throw fast food in a micro wave,
You baby I will pluck out the pearls off your ears,
With my lips,
Then drop them on the carpet next to my bed,
The ones next to your black heels with a red sole.
You will feel like you feel shopping for a new pair of heels,
When my lips pearl out your ears,
And my fingers slowly climb up and down your hills.
I wouldn't skip foreplay with you like a microwave skips cooking,
I will endlessly circle climb your two hills till their peaks,
Till they peak,
And prick.
Baby,
You are a pearl,
Pearls are not mined from the dirty ground,
They naturally are collected in natural shells and not branded boxes.
They take time to grow,
Like I take time with you until you turn into a bulgy juicy strawberry.
One day we will break the distance girl,
And we will not have to travel miles to kiss,
I will let your pearls rest next to my watch,
In the bowl where I sink my rings.
One day we will break the distance,
I will make my apartment as white as pure love,
From the bedsheets to the bed to the many pillows,
I know you like comfort so half the bed will be dotted with pillows,
We will spread them on the bed as we spread our bed,
A minute after we will spread them on the floor as we unspread the bed,
Spread your legs we unspread the sheets.
As the large walls are shouting white,
the curtains will be screaming red,
And there will always be a bunch of fresh scented red roses,
By the window,
So that they mix with the crispy fresh breeze from outside,
Making a cocktail of the aroma of romantic love.
Some petals will drop on the pure white surfaces,
So that they will match with the red carpet.
And on the wall we will have a big Photo of me and you,
So large we will bring it in a Pick Up,
And in the back ground will be the white sands,
An ocean with a peaceful relaxing sunset,
Me in cream white shorts with no shirt on,
You in a swimming bra,
And red stringed up undies,
A half drunk bottle of red wine in my right hand,
And the top of your ass in my left hand,
Your red lips on my beard cheeks,
And your white woolen shuka halfway falling off your shoulder,
Part of it touching the sand,
And it will be your camera that will have taken that photo,
Somewhere at a beach where we require a passport to be in,
As we walk bare foot in the sand,
We will meet the most beautiful sunset,
Some random kid will take that photo of us.
Back sun bathing in the hotel rooms balcony,
"baby, baby, look baby, baby look"
"oh my, that kid took such a lovely photo"
"oh my, look at the sandals in your hand and the sunset"
And when we fly back home,
The first thing I would do is to blow up that picture into a million times bigger,
Cage it in as a humongous frame as a seized memory,
Underneath that photo where the photographer signs,
We will have Cupids name,
"I wish we asked that Tanzanian kid his name"
My baby will say,
"I think he was Cupid..."
"he was too young to take such a lovely photo"
"leave alone hold a camera"
Then I would say,
"told you babes, he is Cupid".
Every time you feel,
I am not filling the inboxes as fast as you think I should,
Every time you feel I am a bit distracted from you,
Know that you are my pearl,
Not the cliche diamonds trying to be forced on ever one,
Sometimes they are just stones,
You on the other hand are growth,
Life like where a pearl is from,
Pearls have been there since princesses,
Diamonds haven't.
There is always something that they lack,
That you have,
Pearl doesn't cut through metal like diamond,
Pearl is naturing and soft muted colored like a massage,
Not screaming and reflecting light like a disco to get attention!
It draws attention in sublime elegant ways like a grand piano does,
It doesn't scream to draw attention but talks with humor and grace instead.
It doesn't need antics theories like Diamond Monopoly Corporation does,
"The less they are around people the more valuable they are..."
The more you are around the more I love you more,
You are confident to be around me excessively cause you know your worth,
Not like diamonds that feels worthless until they create,
Artificial scarceness like fuel prices.
I am not sure I want you to have my kid,
But the idea thrills me a lot,
And right now the idea is the evidence I have for you,
Don't let me give you a kid,
But make me believe that you would want to have my kid,
I see the world as a one night stand,
I see the world as diamonds,
But you I see as a pearl,
As beautiful as pregnancy.
But today we are young and irresponsible,
today we fuck,
Make love,
You take photos,
I write,
We travel,
Red is love,
White is purity,
Our room is our world,
Our love is to die for like red blood,
And as white as the symbol of peace on our flag!
There is the world out there where we walk into in blue,
Where we club in black grey blue and pink,
Sometimes green like growth,
However complicated the world is out there,
Remember white and red.
Remember home.
Our world in this world,
My apartments bed room doesn't look like that today,
You are miles away but see the white bedsheets that much cum,
See the velvet deep red curtains that match your lips,
See the very red soft carpet that matches your very soft red lips,
See the red petals dropped from the white flower vase soiling the white table red,
Aren't you allowed to leave red lipstick on the bed sheets?
"babes, I soiled your white pillows, maybe I should sleep on the red ones"
And I would throw a white pillow instead of red at you.
"I asked for the red ones honey!"
You would say with you hands akimbo.
"I know"
I would say back.
Aren't I allowed to spill some cum on the red carpet?
As the red petals kiss the white tables,
Let your red lips kiss my white...
My apartment doesn't look like that yet today,
we will break the distance one day,
The world is a cruel complicated place,
But our world is simple.
Hold onto your red lipstick no matter what,
I will hold onto your white pearls no matter what,
until we break the distance!
Until we break the distance!
Until we break the distance.
Like we broke other thing.
That left part of my white shorts red.

Coco Butter And Sex

Was she serious? She was going to let me. I moved to the seat she was on. She smiled. It was dark. Was she serious? A smile? I moved closer to her. Was she serious? She was smiling even harder. I put my hand around her arm. She giggled. Seriously? A giggle. She was still happy. I was the one getting surprised. I question why I am a writer sometimes. This wasn't one of those times.

We had met. Not like lovers meet. At least not the ones with a good story. We had met. Not at a bar like bold people meet. We met. In the dark. I met her in my room. It was late in the night. The lights were as off as a bad joke. I pulled down my pants. I was not going to wear pajamas that night. I didn't know she was in my bed. Here I was undressing getting ready to get into my bed. Just about to be shocked out of my skin. I pulled my blanket open. Slid in.  Placed my hand under my pillow. And I felt something. She was there. In my phone. She had sent me an inbox. That's how we met that night, On Facebook.

She made my little man become big. I was in my room but I felt shy regardless. I blushed so much I almost sweated red make up on my cheeks. The way to a mans heart is through his stomach. The way to a girls heart is complicated. The way to my heart is through the attention  she gave my blog. She is my biggest fan. She had my attention. She then had my dic. And she wasn't there. I needed a fan. She excited me to horny sweats. Nothing is as gripping as naughty Facebook inboxes at night. Even bras don't grab boobs as well as her words grabbed my eyes that night.

When you sleep horny. You wake up very composed. Sometimes very filthy, especially when you used to wet dream. This age and time, even women wet dream. They are so empowered. I had been so desperate that night. She made me desperate. Then made me believe she could quench me. She had total power over me. I did what she said.

I couldn't believe myself. She had reduced me to picking her up from a bar. When you drive all the way to pick a girl from a bar, a stranger, someone who you only inbox, know you have a problem. I had a problem.
My windows were as tinted as night. It was day though. But you couldn't see through them. She hadn't told me how she looks. Though I had seen her on her photos. But you know blind dates are still blind dates even when you exchange photos.

I waited in the car next to where she told me I was to find her. She looked tall. Slender. Wore a jacket that fitted her perfectly. The light jackets. I can't remember exactly what she wore. But she could stand next to a super model from a Telly show. And you wouldn't be able to pick which one of the two was on Telly. Her photos never did her justice. Funny thing she knew the car. Scary thing she knew the car.

She opened the door. Said hi. Thew her bags on the back seat. So she was traveling. She's from traveling. She got in the car. Sat. Almost put her seat belt on. I was still staring at her. Was she assuming we had known each other from before? I was at the drivers seat, at the steering wheel, and I didnt know where we were going! She looked like she knew!

"nice to meet you"
"nice to meet you too"
Her's came of with a lot of attitude.
"do you model?"
I just had to ask. She used to. Then she stopped. She dates tv presenters. Probably that's where the confidence came from. I liked it.

The next time we were to meet. She stood me up. I bitched. She apologized.

The second time she had planned to stand me up, she did not. Power was out. My house was dark.
 "I am coming. But I am literally in pajamas, I was at my friends place."
The guards let her in. She ran away from the dogs. The dogs ran after her. My dogs are lovable. You can run, you can hide, but you can't escape their love. I looked at her ran to the door. The guard saved her from the friendly dogs. If she didn't ran they wouldn't chase her.

We hugged. She was not in pajamas. She was in worse. She looked comfortable though. Socks sandals, the works. She looked heavier this time. I hugged her. I felt her boobs. Her boobs are different. Underneath all those sweaters she wore. I still felt them prominently. The darkness. Her boobs. An empty house. I was horny.

I sat next to her. She smiled. She giggled. My heart started to race. I might have sex. And man had I been starved. I touched her boob. Just a bit, and I swear she wanted to bend over already. I was horny because of kplc and her boobs. But the fact she wanted me so badly. Made me hornier.If my horniness was a hyena. It would be like Godzilla. She lie down for me. I barely knew her. She was a stranger to me. But she lay there for me. Ready to be taken by me. I felt so nice I wanted to just run around the house like a crazy person. I decided to be cool about it.

I swear I tore her stockings trying to get them off. I kissed her lips. Just her lip. She smelled nice. I was so excited, I anticipated pleasure, my hands were even shaking as I tried to helmet my Jimmy. He had to have a helmet. Cause he was about to have the ride of his life. Head on collusion. I grabbed her neck. Her walls opened up. I slid in. It was dark, I was holding her neck like it was food. But treating it as if it was icecream only warm like a volcano.

Every time I held her, different ways, squeezing this and that. I felt her get warmer. It was getting into an oven down there. I was right at the heart of it.
I could see it in her eyes. She didn't intend things to go that far. But had I decided to pull out. She would have punched my face inside. When I squeezed her boob, it was as if I was squeezing a bunch of grapes. She dripped. I thought I would float from all her wetness. I moved up and down, in circles, down and up. Rotated. It was beautiful. She must have been cuming all that time. I know this cause when we changed position, and she held up her skirt for me. Bent over. So that I could have her the way I wanted. she was wet. But not like the first time. The first time, she held my hand. The same way she held it on the second round. But the first time, somehow, instinctively, I knew she meant, right there baby. The second time she touched me, in the same way as the first, I knew somehow. She meant. Let's sit down and almost cuddle. I slept on her lap. Then we discussed how it was uncool to have disposed off used rubber in that Coco Butter tin I found at the sink. What if someone found it?

That's when my lips felt what kissing a girl who smokes feels like. She knew my car. You would almost believe she is a stalker. Am I now sleeping with my stalkers? She knew everything about me. I knew nothing about her. Besides that her boobs feel like boobs should feel. I bet her bras get horny by just cupping them. I wouldn't be surprised to here they snap and unclutch, swearing they have had enough. That they want the real deal, they want her sex.
 "Too bad Bra I have had sex with her, you can snap all you want."
 And, men is she sweet. And warm. She is a magician that girl. She looks different every time I see her. And I taste her after I have stopped tasting her.

She had quenched my thirst. But no matter how well you do sex. You have to do it again. Too bad I fell in love.

 I guess we were never meant to fill the Coco Butter.

Three Times A Lover

It was already Friday, And my phone had three messages, From three different people, See these weekend even from the start, Had a thing with the number three, The three messages, All had three question in common, Earth dance? Rugby? Blankets and wine? It was definitely rugby,The technicalities of traveling, Last weekend, Were impossible, But you know life,
It has the perfect twist of events, If you are reading a story you end up liking so much, You must be reading about someone's life, So real, Or the guy is really good.

The technicalities of traveling were impossible. That's what I thought, Until I was on the staring wheel on Saturday morning, And I passed Delamare like I didn't care about it. When the destination is too promising. Hunger has it's way of taking the back seat, It was at Sarit Center where I meet her. There has been something fake about Sarit since Westgate, But it still has its awesomeness, Especially where that guy at Wimpy gives free icecream,
For everyone who buys food from there, Perhaps that's the fakeness of it all. It's like they are trying to hard, I wondered if I was trying too hard, Here I was in the washrooms, Which looks too good for Sarit Center now, Staring at the mirror. I almost felt like a girl, Staring at myself that much,
Making sure I looked so perfect, She will run to the loos aroused when she saw me.

She didn't run to the loo wet, We met at the counter, Uchumi supermarket that is, I don't still know what is super about it!  Her eyes flew up and down at me, And she looked not impressed. She wasn't running to the loos for sure. At least not cause my sight made her wet, Probably because she wanted to throw up.

I knew the chocolates would make her feel better, That's why I had got them,
Everything was a miss, From the way she hugged me, To the guy at the counter making a mistake, And charging the guy before for the chocolates I had bought, I don't see such things as luck...
I asked him to charge me anyways. And she held my arm and leaned on me, Then asked me if she should bitch about the poor Customer Service. The fact that she leaned on me and held me the way she did, Was the injection of hope I needed, To recover from the bad hugs, Her bad mood. There would be better ahead, I was sure. I had planned it myself, Not in detail, But I had quite a number of options, In the end of them all they included candles and wine. We left the mall.

It was dark, The road was empty, The six CD changer was absolutely useless, Cause out of it all three to four songs were playing, They were so much on reply, We felt the words of those rock songs.
"babes you weren't as excited to see me as I was you"
She looked shocked, I made the car swerve, I was an inch to slamming the road petitioner, Why do they have that thing only around Kikuyu Road?
"don't kill us babes"
She was concerned I was driving too fast, But I was a bit mad, She crushed my left hand in a hug, So that it was soft against her boobs, She was leaning more on the driver's seat, Than on her seat, Her peacoat kept her warm, My scarf kept me warm, But it was her cuddling up around my arm, That let me leave my old mood, To the present mood,
The mood of a Rock song about love, It is so simple like a tshirt and wine,
Not like the R&B songs with Shiny wheels, sorry Meant shiny merry-go-round rims, Credit cards and Gucci.

The mood of a Rock song about love, Like a tshirt, love and kisses,
I was in the mood with her,
"babes I had a bad headache earlier that's why"
I let my foot touch the pedal, And not force it. The drive was more stable. She had given me attention, Like Paramore's 'where the lines overlap',
And when the rock band in the speakers sang
"no one has it luckier than us"
We hum sang along, She sang the same cause I asked her too, But I sang it cause I knew for sure,
"no one is luck as us,"
Cause what I planned for that night...

There was laughter, We were getting closer, To where I was going to take her, And as we got closer,
"I got a feeling if you sang this loud enough..."
"you would sing it back to me"
And that part we screamed sang it to each other, Inside use we knew we wear screaming I love you, But we just scream sang the lines that were on the song, At each other, Competing with the speakers.

She was my GPRS, She pointed me to the direction, And when the road started making sense, I found my way, I passed Kileleshwa police station, So fast, Cause if there was a chance a police man, Any police man, Could read minds, And read my plans for that night, He would lock me up, And throw away the key. 
We were finally there, It's a shame the swimming pool was locked, It was either cause it was at night, Or cause the construction wasn't thoroughly over. Power wasn't connected yet. The apartment was breathtaking, You would think it being a pent house, It would be as dark as the night is supposed to be, But the windows on that thing ran from the floor to the roof, And the fence was spoilt with so much light, They shown right through the rooms, Like a romantic moon would shine into a lovers bedroom,
"it looks lovely..."
And I pinned her on the empty master bedroom, And kissed her brains out. Then leaned her over at the balcony, And kissed her till my dic grew,
I swear my love for her grew as large too. I was on the floor. She knew she could scream her whole heart out, The whole place was virtually empty. 

Did they tell you love is blind? Love is also lame too. My knees got so weak when my hands ran into her jeans, I squeezed her until we fell together. She looked beautiful. Particularly her eyes, In that almost dark room, I immediately knew what to make love was, And what to have sex was, And they were so different, The line that overlapped the two, Wasn't there anymore.
The button that over lapped on my pants, Turn wide open, My zip went down, And she went down, And I went up, I was there with the moon, We were buddies with it, And the stars were under me, She gave me the moon,
And I gave her something that didn't taste like the moon.
I lie there satisfied, We had to use my handkerchief, Since everything we had left in the car. 

She was upset I was going to leave her wet, But we were to head for EarthDance That night. We would be back, And the second time we would be back in that bed-less empty house, We will have a sleeping bag, or Blankets and Wine, a bottle of red wine, As red as valentines, And two wine glasses like two lovers, And we would toast to the red love we had, Our bodies would toast on each other like wine glasses, And like two lovers sip red wine at the same time, We would orgasm at the same time, One sip of orgasm after another, Until we black out. But we can only black out after Earthdance.
I tried to tell her, But she was still upset I was going to leave her wet.

What she doesn't know is that I made her wet, She stamped her feet louder as we walked down the stairs, We had left my handkerchief on the window seal,
That might have been the reason why there was a micro smile, On her face that she tried to wipe out Every time I looked at her. But she was holding my hand, She wasn't as mad I knew, She was happy, I am sure she has never been happier.
I teased her about something related to why, I didn't kiss her immediately I came back from the moon, She giggled in silence then acted more mad,
We were down stairs and she was walking in front of me. She had left my hand, She had left me laughing, I pressed the key, And the car lit up. The lights inside and outside went on, I also lit up inside and outside, Not cause I like such nice cars, But because in addition to looking beautiful, She got mad beautifully, I pulled my door shut, She pulled her door shut, We pulled out the distance between us, And our lips met with another kiss.
I engaged the engine,
The night had just began...

Loudly singing.
I got a feeling if I sang this loud enough,
You will sing it back to me...
in my heart I am singing,
I love you.

I really wish I just felt that for one woman,
And not three!

Push Him A Little So That He Knows He Is In Love

And she hit my inbox. She is in a complete dilemma, Cause her boyfriend is flying out, So I will be her boyfriend for now,She said if I picked her from work,She would rape me in the car, She was that horny that day. She hit my inbox just a moment ago, Her tone was already sad, She wanted answers,As if I am dr. Love or something.Just because I have a dic like her boyfriend, I wouldn't know what her boyfriend was thinking. When women are disappointed a man, suddenly we are a group, not a man, men! And we all think alike. Where do you think the phrase;'all men think a like came from'But I am giving her the benefit of doubt, I will assume all men think the same, Just to solve her problem tonight, Mostly cause she said she would rape me, That statement conduces me by the way, I am still unsure of how to respond to it. Anyways they have been doing their thing since day one. I am sure she is the kind of girl, Who would drag a guys hand, And walk into Hilton, Not the reception or the restaurant, Probably the bar but mostly the washroom. And the guy would protest, His wallet would protest too,In it's pocket,And his credit card might want to run out, Of Hilton, Like his feet would. But this girl is the kind of girl to say,
"everything is on me this time baby"
"come in inside"
And the guy would get more thorough in the spanking, In the slamming,And he would cum, After the girl screams quietly,
"everything's on me baby"
"cum in"
And the guy wouldn't mind walking out of the ladies washroom, Like he was chicken about walking into them. But now both the girl and the boy would have cum, Their is nothing anyone can tell them... And they would walk out of Hilton, The guys wallet only deprived of a condom, And the girls purse deprived of only a comb, Which she will leave on the sink doing her hair. In all the confusion. That's love, her hand in his is evidence, physical evidence, the joy on their faces is evidence that what is in their heart is love though can't be seen.

So that's besides the point here. She told me she was unsure what they had between them both, They have been doing everything a boyfriend does to a girl friend, What a girl friend does to a boy friend,She was wondering whether the guy felt the same. I told her that the guy must feel the same, Since we think a like by virtue that we both have dics! But she needs to be selfish,To stop thinking about what the guy feels, And starts to think of what she wants. Come on the guy has been banging your pussy for six months!
He is as fine as fuck!

So I advised  her how to force a relationship out of the bustard. He must love her but can't admit it. You know men hate commitment more than they hate relationships without sex. My advice to her was cocaine. Not to take cocaine. But to be cocaine! Make the guy so happy, Out of his mind,Out of your mind, Go out there to the world, And find how to make a guy so happy.
Melt him with perfume, so that when he flies out and finds another girl, the other girl would compliment her on the perfume and he will remember you. Melt him with Hugs, Lunches when he is hungry in the office. Then get thirty of your girlfriends, Find out how each one of them pleases their men,Then please yours like thirty women would please one man. For a week, Notice what he smiles at and talks mostly about, Get him as addicted to you,
Like cocaine, For a week. Then boom!
Withdraw,
Let the bustard go, let him fly for that business trip or whatever. He will come back with a ring in his finger. No one can resist good, No one can resist love,
You can never do something that will hurt you, You hurt yourself for good, Or a screwed up definition of what is good. Let the bustards go. Only if you know you have given him the best, And the most rare things. That if he were to search the world, Under all the skirts in the world, And the under the bra and under the most awesome boobs, he wouldn't find a heart like yours in someone else. He will only find a house. But not a home, Cause you are his home. Everyone goes back home after a business trip, but if its only just a house he is coming back to, he might just have flown out for good. Let him get money out of the wallet you bought him trying to pay for another girls coffee. And let him feel guilty about it before he does it. But this will back fire so loudly in your face,If you let him go, And he finds someone out there who loves him more than you do,
Someone who walks him into Hilton and tells him...
"don't worry baby, everything's one me"
"cum inside"
But if that's happens, don't worry. You are stuck fantasizing about raping me, Hope my princess doesn't get you with such thought. She will run over you, She is not afraid of running into things, It's not been a month since she ran into another car from behind. I am glad she is okay though. Honey, Drive safely!
That's all.
The end!

P.s I still remember that update you put about hilton! You are crazy.

From your,
Boyfriend
Boy-friend!

Not A Normal Day

The best way to ask for something,
Is not to ask for that thing at all,
Or to declare you don't want it in totality,
But this was not going to be a normal day,
So the rules of a normal day did not apply,
The best way to ask for something...
That day I outrightly asked for something,
And I was given,
It all started with a conversation,
A conversation between me and one girl,
And soon the conversation over flowed with laughter,
So much excitement that it poured on another girl,
And the second girl was in the conversation,
If you stop in the street and look into the sky,
Someone will stop to and stare into the sky with you,
And soon enough you will have a crowd,
Our conversation had turned into a crowd,
And there were beautiful girls standing there,
Giggling together,
Listening to me,
And swallowing up my ideas,
And my suggestion,
It is not the only thing they would be swallowing up at the days end,
I asked for something,
Thinking it was a normal day where,
The rules of a normal day apply...
I was there seated on that foreign sofa,
I had never sat on before,
And they were their staring at me,
And as the bottle got drained to three quarter,
They got more friendly,
Their minds ran empty,
And their impulses took over,
And their buttons went lower,
Suddenly everyone was dancing,
But I remained seated,
Being a man,
Being a visual creature,
The room got darker,
But no one wanted to switch on the light,
It was as if we wanted to hide from each other,
Though we saw each other,
Probably we were lying to ourselves,
That the darkness will disguise us,
It worked!
We lied to ourselves,
You could see how wild we got,
The bottle was half empty now,
And strip poker was used,
As a scape goat to the barbaric behaviors that followed,
Their was a point I wanted to run away,
you think women are not strong,
But wait until they are two of them,
And the third one is guarding the door,
Their was a moment things got so wild,
I felt I didn't belong,
It was to much,
The pleasure of it all,
Up to a point it felt,
Almost unnatural,
And the bottle was just halfway drunk,
I swore I would have left,
But I kept on telling myself,
To wait a minute longer,
And when the minute came,
I wanted to wait five minute longer,
Sometime in the procrastination of my departure,
I gave myself a whole full hour,
And within that hour things were getting out of control,
The bottle was quarter way over,
And the girl that swallowed the last liters,
Was the girl that set everything in motion,
The girl that swallowed me the first,
Alive,
That encouraged the rest,
In action and in words,
And I was their listening,
You know I am a man,
An animal,
I almost ran out of my skin,
My body shook like a life,
The details still seem like a dream to me,
Somethings happened and other things did not,
Most things did not but some did happen,
And those that happened happened in abundance,
In excess,
I have never has such an excess of things happening,
You have never had an excess of such things happening,
So you can't quite relate,
Don't worry I don't think I can relate too,
And the funny thing is that I was there,
It was an over flow,
No man is that lucky,
Pinch yourself,
It must have been a dream,
No man is that lucky,
But who has the guts to inquire whether it was a dream?
Hey,
Random pretty girl?
Did we have a threesome?
Wait...
Three girls one guy,
That's not a threesome even,
I guess I will never know,
That definitely was not a normal day,
And the rules of a normal day did not a apply,
The best way to ask for something,
Is to declare you completely do not want it,
Or not ask for that something at all,
But what days does that apply to?

Will Love Tame My Ways?

Here I am,
Almost in love with a girl,
Don't you understand?
This isn't easy for me?
Don't trivialize what I go through,
I am almost in love with a girl,
But look at me now,
Seated in another girl's house,
on her sofa,
As a movie runs on her screen,
Without anyone's attention,
All my attention is on this girl,
Who is on me,
Dressed but my lips are on her raw,
I am almost in love with a girl,
And here I am with another,
In her house with my hands in her skirt,
Her window curtains completely shut from the world,
My fingers fetching for her bra,
How stupid and confused can a heart be?
I know who I want,
I know what I want,
Can't I just grab it,
What am I doing?
I am almost in love with a girl,
I feel soar but I am greedy,
will love give me direction?
Will it give me guidance?
Will it be strong enough to make me keep my hands to myself?
My heart is weak to everything it loves,
As I think feel and write this off my chest,
My eyes almost want to shut at the sweetness,
Of the track playing in my head phones,
Be still,
Be still weak shaky heart of mine,
Be more focused in what you love,
There are beautiful things in this world,
Endless opportunity,
Almost too much opportunity,
And sometimes too much opportunity can be poison,
Too much opportunity can make you lose your way,
Too much of something is poison,
With too much opportunity around,
I feel I am losing my direction,
What am I doing now?
And I can feel it in me thoroughly,
That I am almost in love,
My weak confusing heart,
Capable of love and pleasure so easily,
By everything that can melt my dear heart,
My poor heart I wish you were stronger to resist,
You are on another girl's sofa,
At least you haven't undressed her already,
But your hand is deep in her skirt grabbing so greedily,
And you are almost in love with someone else,
But be true to yourself this time around,
Thats what I remind myself,
Let things fall into place,
Don't rush sending relationship-request on Facebook,
Don't rush trying to stop kissing someone,
Instead,
Be unable to not send a relationship-request on Facebook,
Be unable to kiss anyone else but the one you cannot not kiss,
I must remember not to force myself,
Just let things flow naturally,
As naturally as pregnancy,
Bundles of joy comes after it,
So naturally,
Don't you understand?
This is not easy for me?
But this confusion,
This guilt,
Must mean something,
I will go with truth to the end,
I hope this is not an excuse to be a bad boy,
I know it is supposed to be;
Girl and boy,
Not in there plural forms;
Girls boys,
One girl one boy,
It will be,
Maybe one day,
Soon,
But right now what we have,
Is sweeter than the photos we take together,
And you know how sweet those are,
Moments captured,
Emotions seized,
I almost love you princess,
Will love give me guidance?
Here I am,
Will love tame my ways?
Here I am,
Completely unmasked,
Here I am,
Nakedly true,
Here I am,
Punish me with your anger, 
Or heal me with your love,
Am on my knee,
Will love tame my ways?

Why I Didn't Go Out Last Weekend

The gate slid open,
The guards stood at attention,
In their very neat uniform,
Their perfectly blue and white logo,
Very white white,
They should, cause the invoice they send,
They should not just wash their uniform,
But dry clean them,
And even I don't dry clean my clothes,
At least not all of them,
I think it has red too,
The logo I mean,
Red white blue and white,
Neat,
All in all it was safe,
That's how we live now,
Always prepared to fight,
But that is here nor there,
The house was empty,
And my blood was flowing,
Not upwards where my intellect is,
But downwards where my pleasure nerves are,
I locked the door,
And almost silenced my phone,
The curtains were closed,
The sofas were missing,
At least some of them,
We took some to another place,
The curtains were still as red as the carpet,
And were all velvet just like the light from the chandelier,
That reflects that golden bulb ray like diamonds,
But more calm cause that's how elegant sitting rooms are,
She spread a kiss on my lip,
It was a bit short though,
Mostly cause she has a boyfriend,
But I wasn't the one cheating right?
I try to convince myself,
There is something about a hot girl,
On her knees between your legs,
That makes you squeeze the pillows,
To the seats you seat on as she does her thing,
That thing that makes her hair jump up and down,
And when she stares at you holding what she holds,
While it is wet, slidy and slimy,
She pushed me on the sofa,
And she sat on me,
So that her bosom banged my face,
And I didn't mind seeing all of her,
Jump up and down in almost a scream,
Until I grabbed her ass,
Squeezed it tighter than usual,
Sunk my face in her bosom,
I felt it naked though she was clothed,
At that point I knew I would,
And is was then I grabbed her,
In sort of a body language,
To assure her it was enough,
I was there,
I was splashing like a fire fighting pipe,
With that much force,
That is the only way I could shut down the fire,
That burned in me,
My muscle relaxed,
And I moaned,
And she was proud,
I could see her eyes,
I did some other things,
That were not related to her,
Those things required me to have my belt tied,
My trousers up,
And my face straight,
I came back,
After I was done,
Doing those things I can't talk about,
Found her with her head phones on,
Dancing in nothing but her shirt,
Her very stylish shirt,
With my favorite bottom for her on,
Nothing,
Hehe,
I was just a man about it,
Belt down,
Which man could resist that scene,
As if my day was done,
I found myself somewhere else,
Somewhere not exactly in town,
But I was in town yes,
And it rained like luck,
Heavily I am sure farmers were out dancing,
Only that the rain might have hurt them,
They had those small ice cube rocks,
I don't know their name so well,
But they come from the skies,
Hail stones I think,
Its like the indicator went on by itself,
It told me to stop,
Right there in town,
And like a good motorist,
I followed the direction of my indicator,
Cause the indicator in my shorts,
Also wanted me to stop,
After half a bottle of black ice,
Indicators go on by themselves,
The car's and the one in my shorts,
She was laughing,
giggling,
She wasn't drank though,
But the things she did later,
You would think she was as high as jonny,
Yes jonny walker,
That guy is always on alcohol,
She kept on screaming,
'it is in town! It is in town...'
And I let the wiper drive of water,
From the wind screen so that it was clear,
But it wasn't,
In such rain all you can see is rain,
She went with another line,
After I had convinced her,
We were as hidden as treasure deep in water,
Deep in an ocean,
She looked for another excuse,
An escape of lollipop,
'you are crazy... You are crazy...'
She laughed and giggled,
And I placed a kiss on her lips,
A closed mouth one,
Like I had at the hotel we had had a drink at,
Which has the most awesome samosas,
Besides it was the second day we meet,
So closed lips please we agreed,
Without saying it loud,
It never happened in town,
The indicator in my shorts went off,
And the indicator in the car went on,
But it was to the left to the left,
Like beyounces old hit song,
Back on the road,
Trying to make the heater point towards my heart,
To heat it up,
Though the hand she had let,
Go through her thighs though,
She was in her jeans,
Made me recover from my wounded ego,
My ego fully recovered,
When I found myself out of town,
In the proper country,
Where there were more plantations than houses,
Oh that almost doctor lives far,
It was my first time to watch a girl pee,
It was almost disgusting except for,
I could see the thrill in her eyes,
And that thrill was thrill larger than,
A funny laughter which is always contagious,
And that she had a nice curvy ass helped,
That is why and how I didn't get disgusted,
My ego completely recovered,
When I felt myself care no more,
Of the cars that were passing by,
Close to the bush we had parked at,
Her legs were up and her jeans were half sagged,
She told me if it didn't reach shauri yangu,
We would have to do it another day,
I have never been proud of my biology,
I felt like the sun feels,
When it is about to set,
Soft rays,
Like the soft ass she has,
I grabbed softly,
And cum softly,
I have never cum softly,
Have you ever cum softly and completely?
But maybe it's cause she is a doctor,
An almost doctor,
She knows what she did,
To make me feel like that,
After the after glow wore off,
The fuel gauge went on,
On that road as deserted as a diseased man,
That cut through hills and curved and circled,
With hills and valleys every where,
I was worried,
I needed to fuel,
But their were more plantations than man made structure,
The closest I could get to a fueling station was a river,
I was over a hundred minutes from home,
And she was home,
I had cum,
But it was getting dark,
And the motorbikes that roamed the roads,
At that time,
Looked like the kind,
That made a career out of,
Fighting the neatly-dresses-guards with large invoices,
I fueled at a place,
That could have been a river anyways,
I could almost use a blue-band tin,
To fetch petrol,
And pour it into the car tank,
The shop attendant looked like a civilian anyways,
With a white rain coat,
I guess it was just incase it rains,
In that roof-less petrol station,
As I dropped her off,
I asked her for the name of the station,
And we both laughed,
Cause it was a laughable place,
If my fuel gauge didn't look encouraging,
After fetching fuel from that place,
I would have sworn it was dream,
We would have sworn it was a dream,
I hugged her goodbye,
And prayed I wouldn't hug my life goodbye,
I was in the wilderness,
And I was to drive back alone,
On a deserted road,
With a history of brave car jackers,
I tried to drive fast,
Seeing her fade away in the rare mirror,
So that I was alone,
With a very long road to eat up,
And in my process of eating it up,
I anticipated a road block with nails,
That would puncture my tires,
Like nails hidden in a ham burger,
That you eat up blindly in haste,
Only to puncture your tongue,
And cause you to bleed to death,
Dead before you know it,
I knew there was that possibility,
As I ate up the road in haste,
It got darker,
Therefore scarier,
And I knew something bad would happen,
But I didn't know what yet,
If you were friends with my blackberry you would know,
It eats up it's battery like it does airtime,
I let lil waynes song play,
Motivation,
I needed the company,
Even though I knew,
I was wasting my battery,
The last sticks of charge on my phone,
That I would need to use to call emergency,
On that sound track,
Instead of using it,
To save my life,
Cause paranoia had set in,
Like the darkness had wholly set on,
I could see matatus flash lights at me,
Parked at the road side,
As if to warn me,
That we should travel together,
Cause that road is unsafe,
Or rather to tell me,
That they had stopped where they were,
To wait for sun rise,
Before they travelled,
Either way,
I knew I had to run,
So I pushed down the fuel gauge,
With such pressure,
I could swear I fueled the engine with my heart,
It was also as if I could feel the paddle shake,
Not like in a rackety car,
But in a well composed car,
With a bass sound for the engine,
And turbo that sounded like a plane,
I felt the paddle vibrate on my foot,
I can swear it is from the way,
The fuel released rushed to the engine,
As unstoppable as cum,
Only option would be to withdraw the pedal,
For the car to stop,
Like withdrawal happens,
For those who decide it bad to use latex,
Like you can trust anyone this days,
I was on the road,
And I couldn't trust the road with my life,
Like I don't trust not to wear a Jimmy hat,
I knew the road was smooth,
So I could glide as fast as a vampire,
But I knew some parts had big potholes,
Almost as deep as wells,
Right in the middle of the road,
So as I drove there was the possibility,
That at the speed I was I would get a tire burst,
And then I would be in the wilderness,
Alone for thieves to feed on,
Alone in the cold trying to change a wheel,
Which I still do not know how to do,
The moon light was off anyways,
And my battery was dying as the song played,
So the screen wouldn't torch light on the wheel,
I would have to change if I continued to drive at that speed,
So I slowed down down low,
Like my hopes of getting hopes did,
Like to match the slow motion of a tragedy,
I couldn't see the road well,
My eyes couldn't see a future for me,
My eyes couldn't see the road well,
I should have gotten new contact lenses fitted,
I started to think of how and end to me shall be,
They would find me in an abandoned car perhaps,
With a lot of used rubber in my bag,
This time I didn't drop it on the high way,
Like I did on the post 'let it weekend',
The thugs might steal my I pad,
And the phones in the bag that were off,
And evidence would show I had woman fluids on my pants,
And the whole world would know,
I haven't been such a good boy,
I wished for this blog not to be so famous,
But just famous enough,
Every writer is exposed,
That's why you can never reveal too much,
And continue to tell the world,
That all this might be fiction,
I anticipated something bad would happen,
Until I saw a police car,
Overtake me at neck break speed,
And a pick up track chased after it,
And I felt safe,
I would follow it like men follow big asses,
Till the end,
Till I was home and safe,
So I followed,
I kept up easily,
At least I didn't have to look at the road,
If there was a pot hole the car ahead would break-light,
if there were nails on the road,
The police car tires ahead will use them,
We moved fast,
Curving right and left on the curvy road,
The break lights went on and off,
I even meet a car on the road,
That was so old,
It was confused,
Every time the guy pressed the break,
The red lights went all off,
Except for the number plate illumination bulb,
Then the red lights went on after he accelerated away,
I swear I am not imagining things,
It was as real as the roof-less gas station before,
And when I got home,
In finality,
I was happy,
I was safe,
It was raining,
I leaned on the rained wet car,
To wet the white on my zip area,
So that it would dissolve,
And I could walk into the house,
Like I was just from the club,
With my tennis instructor,
I am glad that the worst thing,
That happened,
That night,
Was that I got a dent on the wheel,
Which didn't mature into a tire burst,
I must replace my contact lenses,
But I am glad,
Those two girls,
Made my day,
I must say,
I am the luckiest guy alive,
And I almost love one,
or rather almost loved one,
Or once loved one,
But that is a secret,
I will never tell,
And that is why I didn't go out,
Last weekend,
I was too tired to,
As you can tell!