Wednesday, 21 March 2018


When evening came I prepared some nice chapatis and beef stew. The anxiety in me was sky high as I anticipated for an evening of passion with my Shamba boy who seemed so promising. I even made sure to wear provocatively so that my curves would be so evident to try to see if I would win over Ken with physical appeal.
I was seated on the coach watching some nice bongo movies when I heard a soft knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat.

Tuesday, 20 March 2018


In the evening, I cooked some nice fish and Ugali. I invited in Ken who came a bit earlier since he had planned his work well and finished early. My husband was still abroad so there was no chance I would get caught in case things got passionate.
I had cooked even some nice tea with tea masala.
So, we sat watching the movie not knowing how to let the cat out of the bag and let Ken know my desires.

Monday, 19 March 2018


That night I had an erotic dream such that when I woke up, I was completely wet and my entire body was pulsating with raw desire to have Ken in between my thighs making me feel ashamed of my own desires. I knew it was pure desire and nothing more even though it made me confused like I was falling in love once more like a teenage girl getting a crush with a handsome boy. The feeling made me feel like I was a teenage and aroused in me desires I had long thought were gone.

Sunday, 18 March 2018


I had always admired Ken, our resident Shamba boy. The man had a way better physique compared to that of my husband who was plump, with a huge pot belly and layers of fat hanging from his body while weighing almost 100 kg. it was always tiresome having sex with him. But Ken was muscular due to working hard in our farm, he would easily lift a 90 kg sack of cow feed and carry it to the store with much ease. He always wore a vest when working which made his bulging muscles even more pronounced as he walked around. Though not being the dark type as he was a little light skinned, he had a great complexion. The problem with Ken is he was uneducated and would barely speak English.

Wednesday, 14 March 2018

The Romantic Office Saga: Part Three

“Please come to my office”, boss said and hang on.
I found my boss seated looking a bit relaxed with a bottle of mineral water. I pretended not to get surprised by the fact that she was wearing a red mini-skirt and a tight-fitting pink blouse that revealed a lot of cleavage.
“What am about to tell you or rather to ask you should not leave this office, treat it with the confidentiality that it deserves.” She said. “You can count on me madam”, I replied as a matter of fact.

Tuesday, 13 March 2018

The Romantic Office Saga: Part Two

After we finished bathing we headed straight to the bedroom. I swept Sally off her feet and carried her like few feet before laying her on the bed and rolling with her as we chuckled like little babies. We kissed hungrily as if we had really waited for this moment; deep quick French kisses as we caressed each other.
Her boobs were getting harder and harder every time I touched them. Her nipples were so erect like they can pierce someone. My johnnie was rock hard pointing forward. She caressed my abdomen all the way until she touched my hard johnnie and gasped as if surprised.

Monday, 12 March 2018

The Romantic Office Saga : Part one

I was used to working alone in the office, being an IT admin, mostly am buried in a computer doing one thing or another. My office is a lonely one, rarely do people come to it unless they are in problem with their computer or anything related.
So, one Friday evening, I remained in office past working hours to do my usual back up after everyone had left.
I heard a soft knock at the door and I casually said, “come in”, expecting our watchman or gate man to come and perhaps tell me something like, “I can see you are working late, when about to leave come and alert me am closing the gate to the premises”.
But to my surprise, it was not our watchman, but Sally our tea girl.