This has to be one of the oldest stories in the book, 99% of the time, no, 99.9% of the time when a woman has a relationship with a much older man she will cheat on him. It’s as true as snow is white! It’s like these old farts never learn that yes his money, house, cars, holidays can keep her warm, they will never ever replace the pleasures a young man can give her. Some women have the nerve to say that the money will keep her warm and she will buy toys if not satisfied by the old madala in her bed but who is she kidding, a toy won’t lift her up and fuck her like she wants! It won’t lick her until she screams nor will it penetrate her until she moans. An old man will not spank that ass, bend her over doggystyle, ride her like she should be ridden nor will he have the energy for round two where he will be more sensual tender and slow. At that stage he is probably sleeping shem, exhausted and trying to calm down to prevent a heart attack! I honestly don’t know how these girls do it really. They deserve a medal for dating our grandfather’s shem! Ok, I am a lady let me not be so crude but I was fascinated in knowing, could she really be? Aurelia wow! She had it all, a sugardaddy to maintain her and his son to satisfy her!
As I walked to my taxi I had so many questions in my head and weird enough it was turning me on. Think about how much sex she was getting and the fact that I was getting zero. She had two men and what’s worse, one with lots of money worshipping her honeypot. Most of us girls are stuck with broke ass wanna be’s who to compound this can’t even satisfy a woman. See, I did not say all younger men are good in bed. Some are a disaster. That’s the reality of most women no wonder why we cheat. Men think that we don’t crave sex too like they do? Well we do! That’s why we always looking for husbands because with the love we have to give and the sex he has to share we can make magic. The taxi driver, typical men, saw that I was in a good mood and asked me why? If only I could tell him that I was fantasising about getting some from my bosses son, no I mean Tidimalo! Eish, not sure anymore! These thoughts were making me wet and I was uncomfortable. How was I going to work with a guy who turned me on to the point where my boiled with anger but my honeypot was left dripping with desire! I squeezed my legs together right there in the taxi tightly to prevent anything from dripping down but that only made it worse! This was not working. Why couldn’t I just get out of the taxi? What had gotten into me? I was not some horny little teenager but here I was in a taxi of all places having these dirty thoughts over someone I had already concluded I hated and was potentially screwing my friend.
The more I fought it the more it overcame me. I could feel this good tension from my head to my toes, very exciting feeling. My eyes were wide open and thankfully the taxi was not full because had anyone touched me I would have exploded. I try to think safe thoughts, you know thought about the weather, pictured Bhut’ Khapela with his shirt off just to get my mind off things but Lunga kept on creeping back in somehow. I looked outside the windscreen but the thoughts of this guy. I had never done this before. It was overwhelming and I even felt light headed. At some point my vision blurred I don’t know but thank the sweet heavens I arrived at my destination. I was home, well not home but on my road. I was so embarrassed and as I walked out the taxi I thought for sure my skirt was wet at the back. Don’t ask if you don’t know why but most girls know exactly what that wetness is. I needed to get laid badly and I didn’t even have options. Was I that ugly an woman not to have options? Wow. The last time I had had sex was when I was still with Mudenda. I genuinely felt like a virgin again the way it feels like it had been so long. During pregnancy I was always horny so imagine what I went through when I was dumped! Sex is not addictive per se but when you miss it your miss ir. That’s just it.
When I entered the house I found my sister sleeping with Amo. They did not even hear me come in. After all the dramas of the previous day I don’t blame them for the exhaustion. I was tired myself but still had so much to do. I had to start cooking for one because like I said, my sister doesn’t cook. My mother was out so it was just us. First things first though I had to cool off. I need that cold shower, ok fine maybe not cold but luke warm. I also had this paper work to complete so my day was far from over.
Thirty minutes later I was feeling much better and quite embarrassed by myself. It was a temporary moment of weakness on my part which should never happen again if I was going to work with this guy. I could not and should never entertain thoughts about this guy again. I knew how I was going to do it too, every time I thought of Lunga I would just put Mudenda’s face on him. That should work easily. I laughed. How could I have possibly loved this guy at some point?
As I was cooking I had my papers on the table. I had to multi task and finish before Amo woke up.There was someone at the door! It was Tidimalo! He was acting shady but he said he would not be entering, not today anyway.
“There is something I need to tell you. I am in love with you and I know you know. I have been fighting it now for a bit but it’s not a winning battle. Please think about what I am saying!”
He said looking foolish standing in the door way like that. I asked him to come in and he said no he had to go. Why did he like doing this though?
I watched him drive off and I could not bring myself to say anything about what he had just said. Every girl knows, when you have just had a baby it’s hard to just jump into something. I was no exception. Imagine we dated then we broke up and I lost him too my one true male friend who I won’t lie I had feelings for. This was the second time he had told me his feelings and twice I had not reciprocated.
When I walked into the house I had received a text message from Mudenda. What did this fool want now.
“Meladi and I broke up! Please can I talk to you! I know you don’t want to see me but tonight am coming to your house regardless!”
My heart skipped a bit!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
I love your blog, just discovered it and have been glued since. I need some help. I am a big girl (my weight fluctuates between 90-100kgs and I’m relatively short 1.63m, most of my weight is in my hips), but I genuinely think I am beautiful, flaws and all, and love myself and am comfortable in my own skin. I however find it difficult to believe any guy finds me attractive because I am not delusional and very aware that I do not fit the mould of what beauty is today if that makes sense. Despite loving and accepting my flaws: acne scars, imperfect skin tone, saggy boobs from losing and gaining weight even though I am only in my early 20s, I can’t imagine why any guy would. I dress well and focus on accentuating my good bits, always have my hair done and my make-up on point. Men and women do compliment me on my looks. Guys do hit on me a lot but I think that they are insincere or think I might have a low self esteem, be grateful for any attention and be a quick and easy lay. Consequently I am always shocked why on earth they would and am not willing to believe them or date them. I met a guy online who I have developed deep feelings for. He is overseas and due to come visit me in about a month (I know his family as he is South African and we come from the same neighbourhood and he is the sweetest person on this earth but very attractive and has dated some of the most beautiful women I have ever seen – met his ex a gorgeous blonde blue eyed beauty who would give Giselle a run for her money). He is out of my league given how gorgeous some of the girls he has dated are. He is extremely popular down here, quite well off, really fit and girls love him but he is so serious about me which baffles me.
I have been honest about my appearance, sent him nudes (yes without my face, please don’t judge) showing me in all my jiggly glory lol and he still seems keen, which has me flabbergasted. Does it make sense that I can find myself beautiful but be not believe others who do, because I am very aware that I do not conform to the ideal of what society has labelled beautiful at this point in time. I think my insecurity stems from a previous 5 year relationship where my boyfriend dumped me for being too fat after I lost about 35kgs but he had no complaints when I was bigger. Are they any men who genuinely find big girls attractive? I know I am a catch on paper, I have an engineering degree, am highly intelligent, love to have fun but always in moderation, despite my weight I lead a very active lifestyle, I am a true lady in the street, chef in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom (extremely open minded and willing to do anything to please a man who handles me right), but I weirdly cannot understand why any guy would want me. I do want to be with a man who wants to show me off to the world. I seem to come across them but can’t believe they are real and genuine. I am more comfortable to be a guy’s dirty secret because I feel like he is being honest about not wanting me to embarrass him with my weight. Guys do any of you genuinely find bigger women like me attractive? And why on earth would you when you can have your pick of any girl out there?