I want to debunk the myth right now that Venda men are the only blessed ones in this country. I want to debunk it because I am a Xhosa man and when I stand tall I know that I am counted. With that said the more dancing she did the more things got worse. It was like my manhood was the Hulk and the angrier it got the harder it became! She was wearing very thin pyjamas and this was like rubbing on her skin. Much as I felt this dancing thing was a bad idea I was really enjoying all the rubbing. There was a tent in front of my pants which I doubt even with the marquee\tent they used at Qunu I could hide. Who says only Limpopians are blessed! Please! Must give Trevor Noah a call because that man has made our women start to disrespect us thinking that other man are more manly. As fate would have it, MtvBase as this was the channel we were on, played three slow songs in a row, all which were, ‘her song’ and by the time the third song played I decided to make my move. It had to happen at some point!
I was not as drunk or rather typsy as her I must acknowledge but I was in the buzz. Ok ladies pay attention because this is how most guys read the signals. I started by rubbing her ass. Often when you are in a club or dancing, if you want to see how far a girl would take you we start by the ass. Why? She can’t sue you for rubbing because you can always say your hand slipped with all the movement of the dance! I rubbed her ass gently and eventually allow my hand to rest there. That’s phase two because I knew I was in. If the hand does not get slapped away like a green housefly keep going. I gently pushed my upper body away to go in for the kill. The kill being the kiss. You can’t wait too long because you will lose the moment. I started by kissing her on the neck and rose to her ears. Slowly, patiently not hurried like a teenager about to lose his virginity. She was responding and even her breath was starting to become rapid. Forgotten was my wife at home and my almost mistress! Eventually I hit jackpot. I planted my lips on hers and I am certain my body vibrated because somehow my body had wanted this so long. This trip was a bad a idea.
I took off her top and underneath she was not wearing a bra. A lot of smaller boobed women do that when they get back from work. They say its for comfort when relaxing so I guess its not unusual. If you have big boobs its kind of hard to let them be flying all over the place I guess. I am a boobs man, ass man etc you name it. Nothing more beautiful nor softer than that skin on the bottom of her boob and I also know how it reacts to touch! The moment I laid my lips there her body was have spasms. Every man has his secrets so I stop there. I am a gentleman after all. I pulling down he pj bottoms and it was so
“What are you doing? You and me cannot happen! I told you ever since that man broke my heart I don’t do men anymore! I am lesbian, no bi but more lesbian!”
She said! Wow this woman can hold a grudge! She was so angry at a man who came back for her after he made a mistake that she quit men all together.
“I don’t allow men to penetrate me but you can muff me if you want and I will give you a hand job?”
It was the way she looked at me pleadingly that I realized that this woman had just made her play. This is what she wanted all along! She never wanted sex. She just wanted fufilment. I could not help but laugh in my head that I had just been negotiated down in sex.
I was not about to do this. I told her that I was fine. I was too old for a handjob. So there was no way I would go down on her without her returning the favor. She sounded like the type that would make you go down on her first then change her mind when her turn comes. She could not believe I had turned her down but the terms on the table where not good enough for me. It was already awkward. She did not beg me per se but she tried to convince me but I was not interested. I told her I was going to bed. Yes I was pouting but don’t all men. Refuse your hubby sex and see how he will sulk like a child who has been denied his playtimes. She followed me to my room and apologized and said she could not do it. I don’t know how it happened but eventually we ended up in the same bed and talked till we slept. She was actually a very funny person and we were laughing till I don’t know when. There was no sex of any kind but we did cuddle!
In the morning the hotel phone rang for a long time. I tried everything I could do to ignore it but it was relentless. Eventually I got up and went to pick up. It was 930am already. Sleeping in feels good but I actually had a hangover. Drinking is bad.
The call was from reception. The receptionist,
“I am sorry to bother you sir but we have your wife here. She just flew in from Cape Town to surprise you and hotel policy is that we don’t allow anyone upstairs without the guest accepting. Can we send her up?”
I was still groggy but did she say, my wife?
O crap, Lindiwe was sleeping in my bed!!!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
I am a Nigerian woman living in Jhb. I have full citizenship and have been staying here since I was 7. My father has been a doctor here at Bara since 2002. He also runs a free clinic in Spruitview for all nationalities. I don’t even speak Nigerian languages fluently. I can speak Zulu. I am more South African than Nigerian as I have actually not been to Nigeria since 2006 for a visit. With that said I started dating a Tsonga guy in 2011. I am an accountant by the way. We decided to get married and when he took me to his home they chased me out like I was a rat! The father was so angry that he had brought a kwerekwere home and he did not even hide his resentment. My fiance now has been banned from coming home as a result of this until he gets rid of me. Now we are pregnant and I can see its killing him. I don’t know what to do.