“I am under no illusions that relationships play a huge part on who we are and how we conduct ourselves but no matter what, never lose your identity because of someone else. The day they leave you, rediscovering yourself will be twice as hard and almost always makes you feel pathetic as you gave up so much in the name of love!” Mike Maphoto
Women grew up being told that they must wait for the man to initiate the relationship and also sex! Many women, even the so called liberal minded ones that insult other women on twitter will never initiate a sexual encounter because their liberated minds only go as far as talking about their rights but not actually doing it. I wanted this man and I was not going for him to make the first move like I was some love sick coward waiting for my crush to notice me!
“Are you sure about this?”
He asked me between kisses and for once in our young relationship I did not want to hear his voice!
“Dude shut the fuck up!”
I said jokingly.
“Enjoy the moment!”
I told him confidently. Truth be told there is absolutely nothing dignified about sex and if it ever is then you know that you slept with a weak men who has no right to ejaculate inside you whether in a condom or not. Sex is raw, sweaty, greasy, nasty and the number of things you do together should be enough to make you wet when you think about them on a cold June night! If they don’t, again you not getting laid hard enough probably will never get an orgasm and definitely leaves you craving for more. The trick though is with the right person even if it’s this hard there is an emotional feel and sentiment to it. You not just a piece of meat that he is going to hump into oblivion but a lady who is sensual, vibrant and beautiful so that rose garden must be opened carefully, tended with care yet at the same time being jack hammered like those guys who close pot holes with that compressing machine!
“I want this! I want this so badly! I want you!”
He was whispering and being told this just sent the electricity in my body to ESKOM levels! Ok that’s a bad analogy with this entire load shedding business! I had been dying to get into these man’s arms since I met him and yes I know I had said he was married and I don’t do married men but who are we kidding, married men are the best in bed if you are not their wife! Why? Because with you they will do all that nasty stuff a madam of the house will never allow! I want a man who will fold me in two, holds be by my thighs until my knees touch my forehead, flips me around and spanks me in such a manner that Anastasia Steele can blush then bring me down like I am the softest feather on a birds breast! That’s me. Sfiso went at it like a hungry beast! He wanted me so badly and I wanted him too. His lips, how can describe them, felt hard and soft at the same time! His breath was warm and I could still get a scent of the mint he had eaten when they served dinner. He was not terribly muscular, maybe Lunga Tshabala size but when he held me it was like I could never break free!
I took a step back. I liked doing this to men.
“Take my dress off!”
I told him. He smiled like a child who has been told that he could have all the sweets he wanted.
He responded! He moved forward and opened the belt of the dress which tied its bow on my side. I did say it was a wrap round so he unwrapped his goodies and I gasped… I breathed in deeply then exhaled as his eyes devoured my body! Gym helps!
“I want you to own me!”
I hissed into his ears when I pulled closer and I am not sure if he even heard me as he was already moving down to my breasts! I am a C cup but more of a small C so my breasts are big without being too big. I know guys love them because they are shaped like oranges, full and round. He put his lips around my nipples and he migrated between sucking and nibbling. When he nibbled he did not use his teeth, but more like his lips I just can’t explain. He went in between my breasts, licked down with his tongue until he reached my belly button and just when I thought he was going to go lower, he bit me with his teeth as he went back up. I counted seven bites between my belly button and the valley between my boobs but not once did he hurt me. He was taking utmost care as he did it meaning I did not have to ask for a safe word.
Then it hit me!
I was not fully shaved!
Panic set in in. Why had I not shaved? Oh dear Lord this man is just going to think I am dirty! When you haven’t been laid in a while, you are lucky to have a landing strip down there! Don’t be fooled, most of those beautiful single women you see around you, mmmm, forest! Yeah I said it because I know I am beautiful!
“Tell him to stop!”
A little voice said to me!
“Tell him to stop goddamit!”
It screams even louder as his lips went to my ears! Jackpot! He had found my Holy Grail! Every women, some don’t even shem, has a part of their body which is more sensitive than others and if touched right you can even orgasm! Like what he had done with my breast valley he did with my neck and ears. This guy was good! I swear he could have been a male prostitute the way he knew what he was doing.
Then he stopped.
With his eyes he told me what he was going to do next?
I said suddenly.
“I am not shaved!”
I warned him. I was actually pretty embarrassed at this myself as I am often well kempt.
“Did I ask you to be shaved?”
He asked menacingly!
I whimpered into submission.
“Then stop talking!”
He said and he went down and pulled my pants down! I was wearing my sexy underwear! No Mr. Price where you buy five in one packet for r79.99 and thank heavens they didn’t have stripes. Mara poverty is bad people! Where does Mr. Price get the balls from to sell grown women panties with stripes! Imagine, 28 years old and your panty looks like it has stretch marks! That should be a human right violation against those who can’t afford right there!
“I don’t see any hair!”
He said snapping me out of my thoughts! Well when I said I had not shaved I did not mean I had a forest just that it was like a little savannah! I ignored.
Thank God I had showered first because he went down on me. Ladies if a man does not go down on you then you should know he does value you enough. A man should be able to be click all those difficult Xhosa words with his tongue on your clit without taking his mouth off. If he can’t you must teach him. I don’t know what they were reaching him there in England but yah neh, the man had a tongue. I orgasm, squeezing my thighs together involuntarily, so fast he had to jump out of the way I could have broken his neck shem! It felt like electricity was sparking all over my body! Forgotten was the fact that he was a married half dress whilst I was already naked!
“Are you ok?”
He asked me smiling, his face still shining from…well, you get the picture!
I mumbled, deeply embarrassed by how my body had betrayed me. I had just helped a man to cheat on his wife yet it was the best feeling ever. We hadn’t even gotten to him. He started to remove his belt and I said,
“No let me… It’s the least I can do!”
I said and we both laughed. Ok that was a geeky thing to say. He was rock hard! I mean it, he was rock hard! His manhood was pointing up like the hand of that dumbest kid in class when he is the only one who actually knows the answer! You know that one, who will be shouting,
“Me, me, me… Yes teacher… Me!”
That was it. It was not too big, and yes I like it that! I don’t want to be maimed and walk funny tomorrow at work. Big dicks are for Friday and Saturday nights when you know there is no work tomorrow otherwise it could be embarrassing. He gave me the condom and said,
“Put it on me!”
He told me! He was menacing in how he spoke yet he was gentle in his demeanour! I was powerless! I wanted to taste it! Yes, he had made me orgasm with his mouth and I know with a guy it means something totally different but I wanted to taste this yellow bone milky bar! As I put my lips and engulfed his manhood, he gasped, breathed in deeply and sighed. I used my hand and my mouth simultaneously. It was working. His breathing immediately started increasing rapidly! Pshhh who said smart girls can’t bring a man to his knees too? I was in control! He did not try holding my head like my ex used to do nor try thrusting. No, I moved my head appropriately.
“Stop stop, you going to make me cum!”
He pleaded with me and I obliged. I did not want him to before he actually entered me! Why would I? I finally followed his instruction and put the condom on him! I was ready!
He aimed his colleague onto my garden entrance and he thrust. He was gentle meaning I could feel every sensation as he opened bit by bit. There is this feeling of fullness that you get and it just feels right! That was me. He was slow in his strokes and not once did he lose control! I could tell he was trying to make it last as long as possible which was something I really appreciated. Most men are selfish! They do it so fast to scratch their itch and forget that you are also in need!
As I orgasmed I felt my toes curling for a second time in a matter of minutes. My body tensed up and it was fireworks all over again. Pins and needles even in my garden but all so heavenly. He was huffing and puffing like a fat guy coming from jogging because he had indeed worked hard. I wanted to feel his colleague inside me longer so I locked him in with my legs around his butt and my hands pulling him so he could not just pull out.
That was when the phone rang!
“This is your beautiful pregnant wife calling!”
“This is your beautiful pregnant wife calling!
“This is your beautiful pregnant wife calling!”
His ringtone actually said that in what was probably her real voice!
She was pregnant!
What the fuck was wrong with this guy?
I have never felt so dirty in my life!
Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)
I enjoy you books so much, thank you. To the readers, thank you for all the comments, I have laughed so hard at times and cried too with you in the sad letters.
I am 32 years old and I am a pastor. I read the letter from the Christian girl who had started having sex yet being born again. Being Born Again does not mean stop living; being born again means do better and set a clear path in your relationship with God. If you did not commit sin then frankly speaking the Church will be out of business. It’s like a country where people do not get sick, why would it need Hospitals, Doctors, and Nurses? It’s understandable that the sex was not what you had expected and guilt comes with the territory and for me that’s a good thing because it means you still know what your mission and purpose is. Do not let the detractors make you feel any less for having beliefs that hold you and you value. They too have a belief system and we too must respect that.
Bra Mike I also have a problem. I was not a good person growing up and one of the things I vowed to do was apologize to everyone I hurt growing up (especially in my early 20s). I found an ex-girlfriend who is married now but is being beaten up by the husband. The husband is a police officer and all the reports I have even from her is that he is volatile. I would like to ask from you and your readers how best to approach this, him and her without seeming like a meddling ex-boyfriend. The day I saw her she had a swollen lip and it’s not a nice sight on anyone.