“Pick a target, pick a victim, do whatever but if you are asked who the father of your pregnancy is you can never ever say you don’t know! Hell no! Only a bicycle would say that it doesn’t know who rode it!” Diary of a Zulu Girl
I was not sure I had thought this through because now that I was outside his door knocking I felt stupid. This is exactly was what I did not need to do at this moment. When you date neighbours you become that woman, you know, the woman who fights in public. It can’t be helped because you are way too close to him and you have no place to go breathe when things are not going right. If he stayed far away I doubt very much I would be here knocking right now.
“Really? So late?”
He said opening the door. He was wearing track pants, the kind I hate, those black Adidas ones that nyaope guys wear with slopes and a striped t-shirt! The only thing missing on him was a sporty on his head and we would be in a movie called Straight Outta Hamaanskral!
“Yes this late there was no other time!”
I told him out of breathe!
“Did someone die because if no one died then it’s not important? We will talk tomorrow!”
He said but I pushed past him.
“I know it’s late but I could not sleep without getting this off my chest! What you did today if you are going to date me should never happen again! You can’t go around kissing people it’s fucked up!”
“You have no idea how it felt when I went to go see Esethu today and she told me that you had kissed her!”
I told him. It had to come out. I was already breathing heavily as is.
“You are right but I am not sorry!”
He said. That was confusing and certainly not what I expected.
“You fucken bastard!”
I said angrily, really? Men are dogs and will always be I seem to forget that always.
“I am leaving!”
I told him.
“For you to insult me further?”
I asked him angrily.
“No! I am not sorry because I did not kiss her. I went to see her because she asked me to come through to apologize for the tension after the dinner the other night. Next thing she stood up and kissed me. That’s literally how it happened. I didn’t kiss her back, I stood there. I did not shout at her either so won’t mislead you there! That’s how things happened!”
“You just stood there after being kissed! Why didn’t you say something earlier on though when I made a fool out of myself?”
I asked him rather embarrassed now.
“It’s because you are impulsive and I am not.”
He said folding is arms against his chest. I think he was daring me to make the next move. I was stuck where I stood. My back was to him as I had already been walking out. I felt him walk up towards me and then the next thing he held me from the back. I shivered and took a deep breath! I wanted to comment on that impulsive comment thing he had said but I got distracted very quickly when I felt his lips onto my neck. It was as though electricity hag gone through my body and all that talking was taken out of my system. He stroked me on my neck with his finger tips slowly and gentle and every place he touched he kissed.
“Mbuso that feels…”
I didn’t finish as he wet his lips and planted them again down on my neck moving from one place to the next with his mouth closed. When he opened his mouth I could feel the warm air come out of his mouth and this just drove me crazy.
“Mbuso we need to close the door!”
I told him. Remember we were standing by the door way but inside his apartment. When I had walked in I had left the door open as I was angry meaning it was wide open.
“No don’t, leave it as it is!”
He said sternly. He wanted the door open. What the hell? The problem with most women, me included, is that we believe sex should be behind closed doors, done modestly so that you can be morally right. Funny thing is the best sex you have all ever heard was in some dangerous place where you should not have been having it in the first place.
I whimpered. With him behind me, I was facing the door not him. He took off my top exposing my breasts. I had already taken off my bra because when I am resting at home I prefer my ladies to have their freedom. I could see the apartments across his door and because our door was open if anyone looked out the window they would have seen us. I was nervous. He was gently biting on my neck at this stage. My nipples were standing now and I was aroused.
“You always have something to say, can you for once stop and do more than talk!”
He whispered in my ear. He was daring me and it was turning me on. I turned around and I kissed him on the lips. My naked breasts were on his chest which was covered by his t-shirt.
“Can I help you with that?”
I asked him and he lifted his hands the way a child would so that you can take off its t-shirt. I did that. I helped him come out of his shirt. He stretched his hand and switched off the light but did not close the door. What was he doing?
“What if someone sees us?”
I asked him.
“What if they do?”
Was his response. I was too scared to ask again because it was clear I would spoil it. You only live once right. He pulled my pants down leaving me in nothing but my thongs. I know hey. When I came here I was not expecting to find myself in this position, ass out and Mbuso sending shivers through my body with every touch.
“Mbuso, what about Ntheteng? What if she wakes up?”
I asked him.
“She won’t! Stop worrying!”
Enjoy the moment.
“You have a beautiful body!”
He said as he started kissing it. I don’t think I have ever been with a man who complimented my body as we did it but I am not sure now as I could not think of too many things in the situation I was with. Thank God I had just shaved! I would have been so self conscious.
I whispered. His kitchen is designed in such a way that as you enter it directly by the door. The cupboards make a barrier that forms a little passage between the wall and the kitchen. It is on that cupboard that he effortlessly lifted me up and sat me down. Sex on the kitchen counter, I have had this fantasy so many times.
“Do you want me to go down on you?”
He asked me. He was a talker this one.
I told him. Lately I have been lucky with men who like muffing. It’s a privilege this thing and if it’s offered take it.
“Whatever you do please do not scream because you are going to wake people up?”
“I have been muffed before so I will be fine!”
I told myself. I couldn’t say that to him obviously.
I responded. I spoke to soon. I don’t know what he did; there was a rush of air as his mouth touched my lady parts. What the hell was that? I jumped up immediately but he held me down.
He said. That was a sensation I had never ever felt before. What on earth had he done? You know when someone blows fresh air down there? It was that sensation only amplified.
“What did you do?”
I asked him.
“Airwaves and Halls!”
He said but I didn’t get it. Later I would learn that if you chew airwaves during oral, that burst of fresh air is what caused this effect and trust me, it’s amazing!
“Do it again please, I promise I will be ready this time!”
I told him but who was I kidding, you can never be ready for such! I held on to the sides of the kitchen cupboard as this man went savage with his tongue. I orgasmed! It happened so fast! If it was a man who had orgasmed so fast I would have dumped him. My toes curled when I did and my body stiffened. Did he say Airwaves? The gum? Wow!
“I am a bit sensitive now!”
I told him when I calmed down! That had been super awesome. He stood in front of me panting as though he was the one that had just had an orgasm.
“Please get me off the counter!”
I asked him. He smiled and lifted me up again to put my feet safely on the ground.
I started putting on my clothes. He looked at me with a confused smile and asked,
“What are you doing?”
He had his hands on his waist and through his nyaope track pants I could see his boner, this guy was ready to pop.
“I am going home sir! Where it’s safe from that anaconda there!”
I said with a smile on my face.
“But that anaconda is there because of you!”
He protested like a little boy seeing his favourite toy being taken away from him.
“I know and I like it but this is just for control. Next time ugly people try and kiss you, say no and also say you are sorry they did it!”
I said. He stood there frozen. I gave him a peck on the lips and walked to my apartment with a huge smile on my face.
“Wait, are you serious?”
He said coming after me I think to plead. I turned around and said,
“Yup, besides I am not that type of girl, you need to wine and dine me first!”
I said and I walked into my place. Poor guy must have had blue balls by now! He can use his hand though; I heard it’s safe and clean.
As I sat down I was so excited. I think I finally had a man and I had him where I wanted him. He will be back tomorrow I know. Ten minutes later I stood up from the couch where I had been gathering my thoughts and I had a sharp pain, period pains! I was not due for another week. Tell me this was not my mischievous ancestors!
*********The End **************
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
Hi Mike and Fellow Readers
I need your help. My husband and I have been married for a year now and until yesterday, I thought things were perfect. He used to go out of his way for me and treat me like a queen.
These days it seems like he has grown tired of being with me and whenever something happens and I try to let me know how it made me feel, he dismisses me, tells me point blank that “this is not how I want to spend my day”.
The final red flag came yesterday when he got back from work. He is always going out of town for business or has meetings till very late in the evening or early morning and from the time I met him, that has always been the case. He has even taken me to some of the meetings. Yesterday when he got back from work (at 3am), he told me he had run into his ex then he went straight into the bathroom to take a shower as usual and got into bed with me. He then asked me to give him a blowjob since i’m on my period and he was extremely horny. While I was going down on him, he started talking dirty to me, telling me that he wants me to suck his dick like a lolly and other stuff like that. Things that he had never said before.
After we were done, he looked at me and told me how much he loves me and that I mean the world to him but for the first time, it didnt sound genuine. it was like he was saying it just for the sake of having said it. When I asked him about work, he just said it was okay and stopped there. I asked him about his ex and he says they didnt talk, they just greeted each other. When I asked more questions, he pretended to fall asleep until I just let it go, then he told me he loved me.
In the morning, when he finally woke up, he kept criticizing every little thing I would do. And when I was getting dressed, I saw him look at my body like he wasnt satisfied with what he was seeing but he didnt see that I was looking at him. (his ex is one of those promo girls who are skinny and toned, i’m curvy). FInally, I got frustrated and I let him know how his behaviour was affecting me and he just dismissed me. We were at a restuarant having brunch and he said he didnt want to be anywhere with me when i’m being like that, he asked the waiter to put our food in take away boxes and we left.
I dont know what to think anymore. My instincts are telling me that something is wrong. I’m sorry for writing such a long letter. I just needed you guys to understand where I am coming from. Please help.