tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-533387429048136622024-03-28T16:16:55.728+03:00Kiasman WorldThe world where Information merges with reality.Kiasmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768977255783085557noreply@blogger.comBlogger144125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53338742904813662.post-80745377973395080332019-12-09T09:46:00.000+03:002019-12-09T09:46:32.067+03:00THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MOON –: CHP 9 – Time moving fast! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“The only thing that would make me hate you is lying to me.”
I told Linnet. I had been lied to by Christine several times and I knew how
painful it is to be hurt by someone you love.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Linnet gave me a tight hug and told me, “I will never hurt
you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our relationship seemed to move on fast. USB did not seem to know what was
going on and so did not bother with us as I had expected.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I went ahead and introduced Linnet to some of my relatives
who were living in Nyeri town but we still had a day to visit our parents. We
visited my parents first. Linnet was a sociable woman and she blended perfectly
with my people.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My own mother began calling her “my daughter” from the very
first day. She was extremely hard working both in town and in the village. Like
the following day we were at home, it was harvesting day for potatoes and
Linnet braced the cold weather and went to the farm with my mum and a few
workers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I saw her coming home carrying a huge sack of potatoes on
her back, it was pretty much obvious she was way stronger than Christine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Wow! this is heavy, you carried this all the way?” I asked
her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, I was brought up in farmland in Nyahururu so I know
how to do some of these things.” Linnet told me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Linnet could even milk the cows, feed them and do a lot more
things! She was the perfect woman.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It did not come as a surprise when my mother called me alone
and told me, “My son, now this is the woman you should marry, not the other
town girl who came here and could barely touch some soil.” My mother told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! Really?” I asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, a woman who works hard is a blessing to her husband.”
My mother told me. Her definition of working hard was obviously different from
town people. To her, working hard was measured on farm work and nothing else.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Alright mum.” I said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“When are we going to pay dowry for her?” My mother asked. I
nearly laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Not yet.” I said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My mother fully turned to me and told me, “You are getting
late my son. All men your age even have children in lower primary school. You should
get married. This is the right woman for you. No doubt. Or are you waiting for
a sign from heaven?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No mother, I am ok with her. At least you know her too.” I said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Then make arrangements, I also would wish to hold your
children.” My mother told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We continued talking about my life but it was obvious my
mother had already fallen in love with Linnet. My parent’s approval made me
even wish to meet with her people formally and proceed with other plans.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When we went back to Nyeri town, I knew for sure that it was Linnet I wanted to
spend the rest of my life with.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Part of my family is in Nanyuki and some are in Nyahururu.”
Linnet told me when I expressed the desire to meet her people.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Where is your mother and father?” I asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“My mother parted ways with my father. My father lives in
Machakos where he bought a plot and built, married another woman. My mother is
in Nanyuki where someone can take care of her. But that is my home too so we
can as well go there and meet her.” Linnet told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Fine, I am ok with it. Do you see your father often?” I asked
her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“As long as I tell him I am going, he allows me to go and
see him.” Linnet told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ok, we shall meet your mother first.” I told her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was on a Saturday when we travelled to Nanyuki to meet
her mother. She was a young, pretty mother not like how I expected. She was
also very sociable and welcoming. I spent the afternoon there at their home in
Nanyuki where one of her sisters too was living.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On our way back, Linnet seemed to be lost in thoughts. I let
her remain silent until we got home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Your mother is too young, or is it her body?” I asked
Linnet. Despite her being well built her face was pretty young, at lest for the
children she had.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“My mother got her firstborn while she was 14 years old. I am
the thirdborn and we have 3 more children. She has been young forever. Even
some people confuse her for our sister.” Linnet said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“That was pretty young!” I told Linnet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Indeed, but she went on to finish her education. Nothing stopped
her.” Linnet said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But then again, it seems you people have a gene advantage
of looking younger than your age.” I told her. She just laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I wish my children to be like that, as in to age slowly. Look
at me here, I am barely past 30 and there are all signs that I will be balding
in the next few years if not decades.” I said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Not at all, you are not balding, your brother is the one
who will bald faster than you.” The brother she was referring to was in fact my
cousin who had visited us but we just introduced each other as brothers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But I really liked your mum.” Linnet said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“she is a nice woman.” I told her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I should get her as my mother in law very soon.” Linnet
said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“How soon?” I asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“First of all, we shall arrange to pay dowry for you, first
things first. As you know, according to our customs, this is a continuous thing
and we should get started in a few weeks’ time, probably after a fortnight, let
me check me calendar…” I told Linnet and picked my phone. I was scrolling down
the calendar when suddenly I got an incoming call from Christine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Pick it.” Linnet told me because she also saw it. I picked
it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ME: Hi.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">CHRISTINE: Hi.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ME: Tell me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">CHRISTINE: I am pregnant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ME: (silence)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">CHRISTINE: I am pregnant with your child.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ME: That is not mine, when is the last time we had sex?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">CHRISTINE: It does not matter, I only had sex with you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ME: That is a straight lie. I know you. That isn’t mine but
for your other playboy man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">CHRISTINE: I am saying the truth<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ME: I am wiser now; I cannot be tricked with small things
like that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">CHRISTINE: I am being honest with you. If you don’t believe,
let the child be born and we shall do some DNA test.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ME: Listen, stop disturbing me, I have a lot going on with
my life and the last thing I want is someone trying to mess with me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">CHRISTINE: It is ok, you can go on, I just wanted to let you
know.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ME: Listen, you know who made you pregnant and that is not
me. Even the last time you nearly tricked me into believing I made you pregnant
what makes you think I will just believe now?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">CHRISTINE: That was then, but this time, it is you and I am
so sure about it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ME: I cannot trust you. Anyway, I am engaged now, stay away
from me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">CHRISTINE: This is your pregnancy and you have to be
responsible!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ME: Haiyaaai, responsible for what? Who do you take me for?
A fool?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">CHRISTINE: Does not matter, you can get engaged, married or
whatever but you will be responsible for this too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ME: Ok, can I invite you for some ceremony?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">CHRISTINE: What ceremony?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ME: In two weeks’ time, I am going to pay dowry for my
fiancée. From there we take it to the next level and get married at a church
wedding. You are my friend, you are invited.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">CHRISTINE: I will come.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ME: Do not bring dramas or you will have to face me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">CHRISTINE: Andrew, even if you no longer need me, what about
your child?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ME: I do not have a child anywhere else. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">CHRISTINE: Ok, we shall see.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ME: Did you have something else to say? I need to do
something here.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">CHRISTINE: No, I only wanted you to know I am pregnant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ME: Ok, have a nice evening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">CHRISTINE: You too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She terminated the call.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Damn! This girl will be big trouble to me now, she is claiming
that she is pregnant for me, I know she is lying!” I said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Linnet however laughed hard and said, “Wow! congratulations,
you are going to be a father soon. Not to just one but two!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What do you mean two? Twins?” I asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, but I am also pregnant for you too…” Linnet said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kiasmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768977255783085557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53338742904813662.post-66894213088493528062018-09-01T20:26:00.003+03:002018-09-01T20:26:54.556+03:0010 WAYS TO GET DATED ON FACEBOOK <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In as much as Facebook is not a
dating site, numerous people still manage to get a date on Facebook and go on
to form a long-lasting relationship. Facebook is a huge social site with all
manners of people and it is easy to get a great person to date from the
website. Granted, people join Facebook for their own reasons which are varied,
but if you joined Facebook willing to get a date, here are some few guidelines
to ensure you get a date from someone on Facebook.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Your profile picture is the first
thing people get to see whenever they visit your profile for the first time. Even
if your profile is so private, your picture is always there for the world to
see. How about you ensure you have a great profile picture?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In this, get a clear shot. A
photo taken in a brought outdoor environment will look great. Take the photo using
a good camera. Nowadays most smartphones have great cameras so you can use one
to take a nice photo. In that photo, strike a nice pose that will bring out the
best of you. Keep your face very visible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A full photo is also great as it
gives someone a clear picture of you at first glance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #002060;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">TWO: MAKE YOUR PROFILE OUTSTANDING<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This can easily be achieved by
having a well-designed cover photo. Hire a graphic designer to do one for you
if you cannot do it on your own. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Also, your “about me” information
should be well arranged and meaningful such that it will leave someone wanting
to know you more. Your profile should evoke interest from every person who
visits it to want to associate with you or to know you more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You can also include a nice bio
about yourself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #002060;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">THREE: PUBLISH MEANINGFUL POSTS<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">People will judge you by what you
write and how you write it. To make yourself attractive, publish meaningful
posts, informative posts that brings you out as an intelligent person, someone
whose company can be enjoyed, someone interesting and someone who can make a
good company. If you publish dumb posts, people will view you as a dumb person.
If you publish funny humorous posts someone will view you as such.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Online, you are what you write.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #002060;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">FOUR: ENGAGE MORE INBOX<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Do you have someone you fancy on
Facebook? Engage that person more in your inbox. Keep the conversation flowing.
Create interest in that person to know you more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You can always start a
conversation too with someone you fancy. The more you engage someone, the more
you create interest in that person to know you more. You can even plan a date
right there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #002060;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">FIVE: REPLY OFTEN WITH MATURITY<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In a post, make sure your replies
are always mature such that whoever reads them wishes to know you more. Ooze
intelligence and people will naturally follow you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Also, avoid as much as possible
to shorten unnecessarily e.g. replacing “you” with “u”. etc.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #002060;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">SIX: STOP NAGGING OR COMPLAINING<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If all posts you make on Facebook
are complaints or nagging, people will view you as such and start avoiding you.
No one loves complainers. We know life is difficult and there is no point of
making other people’s lives even more difficult with your own constant
complaints about everything. I know so many use Facebook to vent, it is all
right to vent once in a while but not always.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #002060;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">SEVEN: EXUDE CONFIDENCE<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All your mannerism should show
you as a confident person. In your photos for example, strike straight poses.
Look straight into the camera. When chatting with someone, hold a strong
opinion not necessarily in offensive or defensive manner.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">People are naturally attracted to
confident people.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #002060;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">EIGHT: SHOW THE BRIGHTER SIDE OF YOU<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The world is a gloomy place and
no one wants to have to spend time with a gloomy person. Show your brighter
side. Take photos of you while basking in the beach reading a novel, or
engaging in a hobby that will obviously attract someone to you to want to spend
time with you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Show to the world that someone
can enjoy being with you or can have a real nice time with you!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #002060;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">NINE: JOIN SOCIAL GROUPS<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There are groups on Facebook that
are highly interactive and people join the groups to socialize. Join them and
also be an active participant. Sooner, people will begin to notice you, begin
to like you and even will feel that they miss you the day you do not come
online or do not log in to the group. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Social groups are great for
getting someone to date!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #002060;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">TEN: BE ACTIVE<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Do not let a day end without you
posting something. Do not let a day end without you participating in that one
social group where you are a member. Let people feel your presence. Let your
crushes or secret admirers know you are there. The more active you are, the
more likeable you become to people and the higher the chances of getting a date
on Facebook.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know there are so many other
ways of getting a date on Facebook. After all, in all online social platforms
where people get to socialize, there will always be a chance that you will get
a date online if indeed you want to get a date.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Happy dating on Facebook.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kiasmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768977255783085557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53338742904813662.post-69113967453507492832018-08-05T19:15:00.002+03:002018-08-05T19:16:48.769+03:007 ways to make your story interesting.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Most people are getting into writing, not knowing that writing
is an art that needs special skills just like any other art out there. Everybody
can write, but not everybody can write a story worth reading.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">So, how do you make a story worth reading?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Below is a list of things to consider if you wish your story
to be read a very enjoyable story for people to read.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #7030a0;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">RESEARCH:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Before writing an episode, or a story, it is necessary to do
some research in order to make your story realistic and captivating. If in your
story for example you are to talk about guns trotting thugs or CIDs possessing sophisticated
instruments, it is good to write something that will make sense and sound real.
For example, in as much as a story is fiction, we know a gun cannot propel its
bullet for 30 miles, but a scud missile can!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #7030a0;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">PLAN AHEAD:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Have a certain direction which you intend to steer the
story. Make sure your scenes connect with each other smoothly not to appear
like you are jumping into random scenes from paragraph to paragraph. You can
even have a frame work of how you want the story to be. But at times, do not
feel guilty if you deviate a little from the intended plot as long as the story
is leading you to the right direction. Writing is dynamic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #7030a0;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">MAKE YOUR CHARACTERS REAL:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Unless you are writing super hero stories, stories which
people connect with are stories with real people who have real emotions, real
challenges of a normal life, they should be able to get shocked, surprised,
frightened, charmed, amused, challenged etc.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Having a hero who always win sometimes makes your story too
predictable thus not so captivating to your audience. Make your hero at times
face a challenge. Even in hero movies like RAMBO, he faces real challenges and
even gets captured! Let your characters face challenges, but overcome.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #7030a0;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">READ AND READ MORE: <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Being a writer does not mean you should never read, in fact
read more novels, story books, articles, etc. This way, you get to learn what
made that particular novel a success. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #7030a0;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">PICK A NICHE:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I know writers who can write literally about anything, but
that does not go well to upcoming writers. If you are still rising, pick a
niche. Write about stories about specific aspects of life e.g. social life,
gangsters, eroticism, campus life, etc. This way, you will continue to build
your base and increase the number of people who read your stories. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">On picking a niche, it is also best to be writing stories of
what you really know. Like personally, most of my stories are erotic in nature
but I am a sexologist so writing a story with sex comes naturally to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Note that at the same time, you will be repelling those who
hate that particular niche. But don’t worry, you cannot make everyone happy. In
fact, some people will outright tell you that your writing sucks! But it sucks
because that is what they love to read. Concentrate on your audience and ignore
the rest.</span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #7030a0;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">SHORT PARAGRAPHS:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Don’t write paragraphs spanning over and over. I often see this
mistake with so many writers. Once a paragraph hits beyond 5 sentences, most
readers start to get bored. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #7030a0;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">PAY ATTENTION TO GRAMMAR:<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Don’t mix sentence cases, don’t use dialogs where they are
not necessary, put dialogs where two people are supposed to be talking paying
attention to punctuation marks, make your story more interesting by using English
tools like metaphors, similes, etc. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">If you are not good in English, trust me, most readers will
abandon your stories given opportunity! And trust me, with so many writers out
there, the competition is obviously high.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #7030a0;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">MAKE GRAND ENTRY!<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The story should begin in a style and a fashion that will
make the reader wish to continue reading. Most people will judge your story by
the first few sentences and if the entry is captivating they will keep reading
but if the entry is boring, they will abandon it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Also put twists and turns into the story, suspense is key
and being unpredictable. A predictable story is boring. You need to show your
reader, “Hey, follow me as I tell you the story, you will enjoy the ride!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kiasmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768977255783085557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53338742904813662.post-60951713168156543392018-07-14T10:35:00.001+03:002018-07-14T10:47:58.897+03:00FIVE KEY FACTORS TO CONSIDER IF THE STORY IS WORTH FOLLOWING OR READING<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">With an upsurge of online writers
for stories all over internet, it has come with several challenges among the
readers and the major challenge is, “Which story should I read and which story
is not worth reading?” Granted, every writer has the freedom to write whatever they
wish to write, and you cannot stop or control that. However, readers must note
that all writers have specific genres or a niche upon which they anchor their
works of fiction e.g. sex, crime, thriller, social life, love, real life
experiences, fantasy, religion, humanism, etc. A writer can even choose to mix
a few of these niches in order to deliver the story perfectly. It is left upon
the writers from there to pick what they love reading and ignore what they do
not like reading as no writer can satisfy the needs of everyone in this world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">However, below is a list with
points to consider when choosing which story to read to save a reader from an obvious
confusion arising from seeing numerous writers online. As a reader, ask
yourself the following questions…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;">ONE: DOES THE STORY ADD ANY VALUE TO MY
PERSONAL LIFE?</span><span style="color: red;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This I know is a harsh question,
but very important. The value you are seeking to add to your personal life is
entirely personal and I cannot even guess what it is. Maybe you want to learn
more about sex, may be you want to learn more about money, may be you want to learn
more about crime, how they are committed and ways to avoid them, may be you
want to learn more about how to handle your spouse, may be you want to learn
more about secrets women use to cheat on their husbands or the opposite, etc. it
is left upon you to pick a story you are so sure you will get that from the
story. Personally, I cannot even exhaust the value that reading various works
of fiction have been added to my personal life from romance, technology,
intelligence etc.</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;">TWO: DOES THE STORY ENTERTAIN ME?</span><span style="color: red;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This too is highly personal on
what you consider as entertaining to you. Some people are entertained by crime,
others by sex (reason why some people watch porn; and again, it is personal to
them don’t judge them), other people are entertained by gossips (a reason why
gossip groups on Facebook have among the highest number of followers), others
politics, others combat games etc. So, pick a story which will entertain you
such that when you are reading it, you will arrive to your destination without
even knowing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Hey, I once forgot myself reading
a juicy story online until I overpassed my destination by almost 2km! and I had
no money left with me and I had to walk back home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;">THREE: DOES THE STORY HAVE A LESSON I CAN LEARN
FROM?</span><span style="color: red;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Maybe you want to learn how to
spice your marriage sexually, maybe you want to learn how to handle a difficult
house help, maybe you want to learn how to commit the perfect crime or escape a
crime, or you want to learn new tricks about general life, etc. There are
numerous things to learn in this world. Just pick a story with what you wish to
learn. Apart from the stories being fictions, some have very vital lessons that
you can apply in real life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">(Personally, I learned from a
story called “THE VET” that if I want to catch a dangerous bull, I must trick
it into eating something which is inside a deep bucket, once its head is buried
inside there, it cannot see you and so I rush, hook its legs to a rope and tie
it, once its front leg is under your control, trust me, you can handle that
bull better, unlike trying to catch its legs when it can see you, it will most
likely hit you with its fury and it can be deadly!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Plus, numerous things I learn
daily from reading.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;">FOUR: DOES THE STORY HAVE A REAL-LIFE LESSON?</span><span style="color: red;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Some stories will be along the
line showing that neglecting your spouse might lead to marital problems, or
stopping to pick a complete stranger abandoned in an unfamiliar spot on the
road at night could be a trap laid by gangsters, or leaving your drink
unattended in a club could make you get drugged, or hypnotizing someone during
a steamy sex session can make that person so vulnerable as to talk whatever you
wish him/her to say (Some of the damning secrets ever revealed by people were
revealed during a steamy sex)…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">How to survive campus life, how
to handle office romance and office politics etc.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> lessons are many.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">If a story has some practical
life lesson in it, it is worth reading.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;">FIVE: DOES THE STORY STIMULATE MY IMAGINATIONS?</span><span style="color: red;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWxBXSOl4Y5oC1guc7cvksQ-soqfzxoKnwiyt5UmU0584257W0SUOgbxjaVMs_EXaAeYmOV56BnSxkN3Y4ODvaW-70YL2pxRrn3ubUPIv92JClFQxw-k5aW_d4R_osWsLPcaJyj67IT1s/s1600/mirrors2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="718" data-original-width="1000" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWxBXSOl4Y5oC1guc7cvksQ-soqfzxoKnwiyt5UmU0584257W0SUOgbxjaVMs_EXaAeYmOV56BnSxkN3Y4ODvaW-70YL2pxRrn3ubUPIv92JClFQxw-k5aW_d4R_osWsLPcaJyj67IT1s/s400/mirrors2.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A story that leaves you wanting
to know more about what happened, and that is unpredictable can be a nice story
that stimulates your imagination. Such stories make you build your analytical
skills in life and the ability to predict the future depending on the current
situation. Some stories too are like virtual travelling experience, literally. I
have read stories that took me all the way to Moscow, to Andes mountains in
South America, to China, to Australia etc. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">=======<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">All summed up, every reader has a
reason as to why they read the stories they read. Some read because they love
the writer (Like I have read all Sidney Sheldon Novels and John Kiriamiti’s
story books), some read a story because it is motivating them in some way, etc.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As a reader, you need to realize
the writers are committed to deliver the best to you in their own fashion. From
the various writers, you have the freedom to choose who to follow and who not
to for various reasons. If a writer’s genre is not your favorite, you have the
freedom not to read his works.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I know this does not exhaust all reasons
why you should read a certain story or certain stories, but the best for you as
a reader is to identify which stories are worth reading and follow them. More
so, if the story is costing you some little money, consider all above factors
and much more from your personal perspective. A fantastic story is worth every
penny, but a mediocre story is not worth even your time (harsh but true!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Beyond that, you can consider any
personal relationship you have with the writer e.g. does the writer offer any products
and/or services beyond charging for reading her/his story? Does the writer have
any other value he/she adds to the society apart from giving us stories to
read? Is the writer someone approachable? Some writers are motivational speakers,
doctors, sexologists, counsellors, entrepreneurs, technologists, etc. and will
gladly offer extra services along their line of specialty depending on agreed
terms and conditions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The key point is adding value to
your personal life as a reader.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">What more factors do you consider
when choosing what to read and from which writer?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Nice reading.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">~Article by Anthony Kerry, Saga man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kiasmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768977255783085557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53338742904813662.post-70090199002579026522018-04-03T12:08:00.001+03:002018-04-24T21:36:01.881+03:00THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: SEVENTEEN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“What was the deal all about?” I asked my husband once the
visitors had left. Alicia had also left with the sacks that came with them,
they all got loaded in her car.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“I was actually given those sacks in Nigeria. They were
sealed with instruction not to open. So, I also don’t know what is in them but
they keep telling me we can do business with them.” My husband told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Aren’t you afraid they might be fishy deals? Be careful.” I
told my husband.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Ah, provided there is money, who cares.” He told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We continued meeting at our usual club in the name of going for Chamas and
whenever I was not going, I would let Ken have his free time so that my husband
would not suspect it.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“By the way, Ken, where do you spend your time when we are
not together at the club?” I asked Ken one evening, just out of curiosity. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“I just go to watch a movie at Vietnam video show, they have
nice DJ Afro movies.” Ken told me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“I thought you have been doing some part time business.” I
told him. He looked at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Why?” he asked me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“You of late been buying for yourself nice clothes, shoes,
you even bought for yourself a mountain bike.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“But you have been paying me mid-month, remember?” Ken said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Oh! Yea, I never thought that would really afford you all
the items. Anyway, I was just curious. Nowadays young men sell even drugs to
get money, don’t get into such deals.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“No, I am honest.” Ken told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Celestine, can I ask you something?” I asked Celestine, out of concern. She
had been adding weight and she seemed moody most of the time.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Yes, ask please.” She said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“You have been adding weight of late, and you seem mood
less. Why?” I asked her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Just a few domestic issues, don’t worry.” She said trying
to evade my question.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Can’t you trust me with your issues?” I asked her. She
looked at me. She then looked at her watch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Well, I will tell you but in a more relaxed place, not
here, we can go to a club or something.” Celestine suggested.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Why not just go to our club, at least two of us we can have
a talk there. There is privacy and the place is comfortable at least.” I
suggested to Celestine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Just two of us, we won’t go with our boys.” Celestine said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In the evening, we drove ourselves to our usual club.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Oh! Welcome, nice to see you.” One of the ushers welcomed
us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Thank you. Can we use that section or is it reserved?”
Celestine asked pointing at one table secluded for two, which was in its own
enclosure sort of and guaranteed some good privacy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Tell me now, my dear.” I urged Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Celestine went on to tell me how her husband been having a
mistress who he had rented for a house in Ruiru, been paying for her all her
bills, was educating her as she was doing her masters and now the man was
literally staying at her place. The lady was around 30 years old as what
Celestine told me, was a single mother of 1 child who her husband was also
educating. But the worst part was, Celestine’s husband was not taking care of
them anymore leaving everything upon Celestine who felt she was so overwhelmed
with the duties of sustaining her family of 4 children all in boarding school,
paying all their bills etc. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Look, here is her photo, I took it from my husband’s
phone.” Celestine showed me the lady. She was a slim, medium height brown lady
with protruding hips. Comparing her and Celestine I nearly concluded why the
man really opted for her. But that was driving Celestine into neglecting
herself and her self-image so much. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“I want to hire some thugs who will eliminate her for good,
failure to I will just kill my husband.” Celestine said. In my mind, I
wondered, so Celestine was here busy cheating in her husband with some young
men, but felt so offended when the husband cheated on her with a younger lady?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Sweet heart, you don’t have to kill any of the two, trust
me. If I must be honest with you, am sure your husband would also get mad if
she ever found what we do here. I think it is about time you sat with your
husband and solved the whole quagmire. What if he also knows what you do here?
Think along that line.” I told Celestine. I thought it was too selfish of her
to think if avenging herself yet she was equally guilty. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO08CtkgSPbJw1Z1JWBVrbq6MFaVpOPp4lBFHQVxO9mliIPK_c4oIVTqLy4gfmR8hKg4PGT-nxMsrioeoXs6fSmbROwmEAi-FyyyhSOjYBzjRWzGWqUVvYVBeMsZJeUWB6LwtSYDJsk5k/s1600/FEMICARE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO08CtkgSPbJw1Z1JWBVrbq6MFaVpOPp4lBFHQVxO9mliIPK_c4oIVTqLy4gfmR8hKg4PGT-nxMsrioeoXs6fSmbROwmEAi-FyyyhSOjYBzjRWzGWqUVvYVBeMsZJeUWB6LwtSYDJsk5k/s400/FEMICARE.jpg" width="342" /></a><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I even thought about it, what would I feel if I ever found
my husband cheating on me? But I figured out that my husband pushed me into
cheating in him since he could no longer satisfy my sexual urges. The whole
thing looked so messy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“But, when our husbands fail to give us orgasms where else
do they expect we should get them?” Celestine asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I remained silent for a while.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Would you ever have fucked your shamba boy if he was taking
care of your physical needs?” Celestine asked me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Not at all, in fact if he ever gets better, I will perhaps
stop fucking Ken.” I told Celestine. I was honest but thinking about it, I knew
I was so hooked up to Ken like I was falling in love with him. I really trusted
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We talked a lot more and Celestine called out some waiter to
bring for us some wine, chicken and Ugali.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“I feel hungry already, I need to drown my anger.” Celestine
said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Wine was brought but I did not want to drink too much. I
never drank more than enough whenever my husband was around for obvious
reasons. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Celestine drowned one glass within 10 seconds!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Easy, Celestine. Go slow. You are here to enjoy yourself
not to kill yourself!” I told her. She just laughed and poured some more in her
glass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“But men are so stupid. Imagine all this and our husbands
have never thought of it? They think we go to Chamas, they see us making
progressive changes in our homes and think it is all about the money from
Chamas. It is so easy to catch a cheating man, but never easy to catch a
cheating woman.” Celestine said. I could tell she was already becoming drunk.
She was really talking and laughing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Have you fucked your boy and your husband same day?” I
asked Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Oh! Yes, provided I wash my pussy properly after we fuck
here, in the evening it is as fresh as new, he will come, suck it, lick it and
fuck it nicely too.” Celestine said. That was rather crazy and shocking, I had
never thought of fucking my husband same day with my lover.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Personally, if I fuck my boy today, I shall fuck my husband
2 days from today. I feel guilty to fuck both same day. In fact, one time my
husband tried to romance me after I fucked Ken, all my feelings were completely
gone. He had to abandon it.” I told Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“I used to be like that at the beginning. Guilt would
consume me until all my feelings would bow. In fact, as long as I would fuck
someone else, I would not have feelings left for my husband. At one time I
thought he would suspect me. He even made remarks suggesting that I might be
getting it elsewhere that was why I was unable to fuck him. I just had to find
ways to kill my guilt so as to give him whenever he wanted.” Celestine said and
finished her 5<sup>th</sup> glass of wine while I was still at the second.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I thought within myself, with how big Ken was and how he
really blew all my passion away during our secret moments, how on earth would I
still have feelings for another dick? May be if it was smaller I would have
some feelings left for another but Ken was like a dynamite, he would completely
blow away my desire. The thought even began to arouse me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Celestine, I know what I am talking about. With Ken, I
cannot go with another man once I am done with him. He is a stallion in bed.” I
told Celestine who was downing her 7<sup>th</sup> glass of wine and really getting
drunk, I was worried she would not be able to drive herself home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Ah! I know your boy is a stallion in bed.” Celestine said. It
made me feel proud of him but the statement took some seconds to sink into my
head and my pulse rate spiked suddenly. I looked at Celestine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“You said you know? How do you know?” I asked Celestine. She
looked at me and smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Oh! Don’t worry, I can tell by how you praise him. Forget
about it.” She said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Waiter, add another bottle please!” Celestine said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Hey, are you going to drive yourself home?” I asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Yes, but if not able to, I have someone who I will call and
will come and drive me back home.” Celestine said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The wine was making me have some funny thoughts and I wished
Ken would be there with me to give me some joy. I took my phone and dialed his
number. His phone was off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“I am calling Ken, but his phone is off, where could he be?”
I muttered on my own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Come on, we said we are not going to have our boys here
today.” Celestine said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Oh! Yes, I nearly forgot, forgive me.” I told her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Looking at my watch it was already some minutes to 8 pm. I
called Ken again to tell him not to forget to feed double portion of the new
bull which my husband bought since the bull was too big and ate like an
elephant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Let us dance for a while and go home.” I told Celestine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We went to the dance floor but I could see Celestine was
staggering a little. I pitied her. We began to dance solo at the dance floor,
while some of the ladies were dancing with their guys. Despite Celestine being
drunk she was really keeping pace with the music an indication that she still
had her balance in control.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“You thought when am drunk I cannot stand? I can. In fact, I
can still drive.” She said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Indeed, I can see, but don’t drink more please.” I urged
her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“I am pressed, need to go to relieve myself.” Celestine
suddenly said and began walking towards washrooms. She took a considerable
amount of time before coming back such that when she came back I asked her why
she took that long.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“I was vomiting. But I am ok.” She said. She did not look
ok.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Celestine, we are going home. Let me go and relieve myself
too so that we can go. And please if you cannot drive yourself, tell me, I
would rather take you home.” I told Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Don’t worry, I am a big girl. I can take care of myself!”
Celestine said and laughed it off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I walked towards washrooms slowly, got there and relieved
myself. I looked at the big bungalow and realized there were so many sections
of the house that I did not know. Like I saw a corridor with an arrow, “VIP
SUITES”. I used to think ours were the best, executive suites.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I followed it since after all I knew it would go around and
return to the bungalow restaurant. The place was so silent and really
exquisite. I even thought the following time that is where I would bring Ken. While
walking, I came across a brown very healthy cat which purred upon seeing me. I
bent down to caress it a little. It caressed back against my leg as I stood up
to continue walking. Just as I was about to go, one of the VIP SUITE’s door opened
at a corner, a little rounded such that whoever was coming out would not see me
easily. Out came Lillian Atieno, the owner of the bungalow. She looked ahead
but did not seem to see me, perhaps she never expected anyone at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Then out came a young man wearing some casual brown jeans, a
tight white T shirt and some nice army boots. I looked keenly at the man and
for a moment I thought I was dreaming or hallucinating. My heart nearly came
out through my mouth the moment I saw the man clearly!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The young man got genuinely shocked when he saw me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Robert! Is this you?!” I asked the young man. Lillian just
stared at me also surprised.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Lillian looked at Robert. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Who is she to you?” Lillian asked Robert.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“She is my aunt; her husband and my dad are brothers.”
Robert explained candidly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“So, what? Woman, mind your own business.” Lillian said,
took Robert’s hand and walked away fast with him towards the main lounge of the
bungalow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">=====</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I however knew I could not dare to say anything since I had signed some membership
forms and one of them was, whatever happened behind those walls should strictly
remain behind those walls. But that meant I should be careful, it was proving
to be a small world and being busted was easier than I thought.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I arrived home a little past 9 pm. My husband had not yet arrived
but I knew he would arrive a little before midnight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Have you seen Ken?” I asked Mercy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Yes, he was here not long time ago.” Mercy told me. As if
Ken knew I was looking for him, he came.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Ken, why did you switch off your phone?” I asked him. He
looked at me for a few seconds.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“My phone got stolen. I was charging it at one Kinyozi and
before I knew it was not there.” Ken told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Oh! I am sorry, be careful next time it is so easy to lose
a phone nowadays.” I told Ken. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I went to my bedroom where I had placed my handbag, fetched
Kshs 12,000.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Ken, get a new phone tomorrow.” I told him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“All this for a phone?” Ken asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Yes, buy a smart phone stop using these mulika mwizi, be
stylish too.” I told him smiling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Thank you so much, God bless you.” Ken told me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“If unable to set it up, bring it to me tomorrow I shall
help you set it up.” I told Ken. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Since I was feeling tired and disoriented that day, I went
to sleep early.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">>>To be continued>><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kiasmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768977255783085557noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53338742904813662.post-61544025202648304332018-04-03T12:06:00.002+03:002018-04-03T12:06:40.380+03:00THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: SIXTEEN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></h1>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a text; it was from my
neighbor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ken, we have to go home right away.” I told Ken who seemed
surprised. But he did not question anything. I had told Mercy I would not be
home up to around 9 pm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We drove fast until we got close to my compound.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ken, I am packing my car a distance from home then I will
tell you what to do.” I told Ken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why not pack it at Karumaindo Garage? It is safer there.”
Ken suggested. I heeded his suggestion.</span></div>
<a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We walked home and opened the gate silently. It was around 7
pm. There was some light from the kitchen but on going there, there was no one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I unlocked the main door and walked into the dark house. I
went silently up to Mercy’s bedroom’s door and stood there listening. I clearly
heard a male voice inside who I could not tell who it was. Ken was at the table
room. I stood there and waited.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I texted my neighbor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Are you saw a man enter my house?” I asked her over the
text. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I saw him, just enter into the house you will see I am not
wrong.” She replied. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I suddenly banged the door and shouted, “Open this door
right away or I break it.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3jis9syKrx03Tkpz8VMPXkeekFde6vlUDEY5brqoaAMW5IoeLSi9puJWEoUniZRIdr4PvxZ32wL1v17pkiAA_FxKaAYXZRqeDMS2xHfknznUoNyKTrgbzvT24sX_UNnenmXV55eipqM/s1600/SUPERLADY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3jis9syKrx03Tkpz8VMPXkeekFde6vlUDEY5brqoaAMW5IoeLSi9puJWEoUniZRIdr4PvxZ32wL1v17pkiAA_FxKaAYXZRqeDMS2xHfknznUoNyKTrgbzvT24sX_UNnenmXV55eipqM/s400/SUPERLADY.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Immediately I said that, I heard some commotion inside, then
silence followed. My neighbor had told
me that she suspected that my maid was sneaking in a man into my house at night
and whenever I was not around so I wanted to be sure of it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When it got apparent that no one would be opening that door,
I called Ken to come and help me break the door.</span></div>
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Madam, please forgive me, I will open the door.” Mercy said
from inside the room. Slowly she opened the door and I got inside the room. I
got the surprise of my life. The man inside was a young man, who was our
neighbor sort of. His name was Ivan Njoroge.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> “Ivan! But why?” I
asked him. He was too ashamed to look at me. Mercy sat on the bed with her
hands on her face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ken did not bother coming in the room he just sat at the
table room, for whatever reasons.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“How long have you been doing this?” I asked not to any of
the two in particular.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> “So, you waited for
me to go so that you can come behind my back to screw my house girl?” I asked
the man who remained silent all along.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was a funny sight all the same. I did not think Ivan, who
was almost graduating with a BCOM would stoop that low to fuck a house girl, an
illiterate house girl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPypS0IOuFb6vRJBwqHcN93Qj-X-t55KwSRZ8solmVqdhR9LaKse_TDom8mGYCqz6_LCUy9VjwpPO5alQw25N2j2dYyWGEk2O8UwFDWSSksO2iAJA1KnKEzF8s9f7NxLF7s7X0AzP5gk/s1600/mavita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1200" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPypS0IOuFb6vRJBwqHcN93Qj-X-t55KwSRZ8solmVqdhR9LaKse_TDom8mGYCqz6_LCUy9VjwpPO5alQw25N2j2dYyWGEk2O8UwFDWSSksO2iAJA1KnKEzF8s9f7NxLF7s7X0AzP5gk/s400/mavita.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ivan, get out of my house right now!” I told the man who
without hesitating stood up and headed towards the table room. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Grace, that is the man I was chasing at night the other
day.” Ken told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Are you sure?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I am so sure!” Ken told me. That could only mean one thing,
the man been sneaking into our house at night to fuck Mercy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But isn’t that Ivan the son of Kang’ethe? I thought that
night I did not see properly but today I just saw his face clearly.” Ken said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO08CtkgSPbJw1Z1JWBVrbq6MFaVpOPp4lBFHQVxO9mliIPK_c4oIVTqLy4gfmR8hKg4PGT-nxMsrioeoXs6fSmbROwmEAi-FyyyhSOjYBzjRWzGWqUVvYVBeMsZJeUWB6LwtSYDJsk5k/s1600/FEMICARE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO08CtkgSPbJw1Z1JWBVrbq6MFaVpOPp4lBFHQVxO9mliIPK_c4oIVTqLy4gfmR8hKg4PGT-nxMsrioeoXs6fSmbROwmEAi-FyyyhSOjYBzjRWzGWqUVvYVBeMsZJeUWB6LwtSYDJsk5k/s400/FEMICARE.jpg" width="342" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I am surprised. Why would he lower his dignity that much as
to fuck a maid yet he is about to graduate at a prestigious university? He
could get a better girl there, a girl his class.” I asked. Immediately I
regretted asking that. I figured out for me too to fuck my shamba boy I was in
similar situation but what was strange was how Ivan would be so daring as to
come into our house at night to fuck our maid.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I began laughing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What is funny?” Ken asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Forget it, let us eat some supper and watch some movies.” I
told Ken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Mercy! Come out, serve us with some chocolate drink please
and something to eat.” I told Mercy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mercy came out slowly, went to the kitchen. I followed her
to the kitchen. She was not looking at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Mercy, I will not hold this against you, but don’t sneak
men into my house again. Am I clear?” I asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, Madam. It won’t happen again.” Mercy told me. I went
back to the sitting room. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I figured out no wonder our dogs never barked whenever Ivan
came sneaking at night, after all, they knew him properly!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">======</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Imagine it was Ivan sneaking into my house to screw our house girl. “I told
Celestine when I met her the following day on Church.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What? Couldn’t he take her to his place at least. What a
shame! Anyway, he is still young and hot blood.” Celestine remarked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Anyway, she is a lady too, remember. At least she was not
screwing my husband. Someone had told me she is fucking my husband and I
thought it was him.” I told Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But your husband travelled.” Celestine said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, and he is coming in 2 days’ time.” I told Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Make use of that time well.” Celestine told me and winked.
I knew what she meant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Later in the afternoon, it was drizzling and I just sat
there watching a movie at home. Mercy had gone to the market to buy some items
and Ken was outside doing his usual job. I texted him to come. He came and we
sat there. He was smelling some chicken feed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I want it right now.” I told him. He looked at me
surprised.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What if…What if Mercy finds us?” He asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“She has gone to the market, she will be back in 2 hours
since today is market day.” I told Ken. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, I think the best is to go to our usual place.” Ken
protested but before he could say anything else, I was on top of him where he
was seated. I caressed him while seated on him. I began to kiss him. He held me
by my buttocks and pulled me hard towards him. I unzipped his trousers and
brought out his semi erect penis which I caressed until it got very much erect.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I removed my underpants fast and threw it on the carpet
before I positioned myself properly on top of him so that I would ride him. I
was already wet with desire. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I held his penis and directed it onto my labia majora,
caressed myself a little more with it, smeared it with my vaginal fluids and
used it to stimulate my clitoris. Suddenly, I pushed it into my moist vagina
and pushed myself hard onto him and with one swift move, all of it was inside
me. I moaned with ecstasy. I began to move up and down as he helped me with his
strong hands to ride him. I sat on him hard such that my clitoris was being
pressed by his pubic bone and I could hear my orgasmic waves begin to sweep
across my body and I knew an orgasm was imminent. I accelerated my tempo and
rhythm on top of him to finish the quickie faster. Suddenly, I erupted so hard
while on top of him until I lost my balance but luckily, he held me from
falling down. I could see him trembling after a few seconds and he moaned; I
knew he also ejaculated inside me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That instant, I disengaged myself and some semen landed
squarely on his trousers. He however smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Let me wipe it.” I told him. I took my handkerchief and
used it to clean him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Within minutes, we had resumed to our normalcy as if nothing
happened. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was going about my duties, folding our clothes in our
bedroom when suddenly Mercy knocked in my bedroom. I knew it was her since I
had mastered how she used to knock softly. I opened slowly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Madam, I found this under the coach. I think it is yours.”
She told me. She was holding my underpants! I was shocked and equally ashamed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Thank you.” I told her, took it from her and she went away.
I was left wondering whether that was enough for her to suspect anything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">=======</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My husband was to come back on Monday evening and he told me he would be coming
with some business friends and one of his cousins so I should prepare some
dinner for his friends and cousin. I knew I had to prepare them myself since I
did not really trust Mercy would be a better cook. But Mercy was so kind as to
offer to assist.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We began talking jokingly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“So, Mercy, are you in love with Ivan?” I asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“He told me he will marry me.” Mercy said. I sensed
confidence in her voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But be careful not to get pregnant. Most of these young men
will make you pregnant and disappear once you tell them.” I told her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I am careful.” She told me. She was sounding so mature than
I had thought. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“So, you want to be married to a Kikuyu man?” I asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes. My friends used to tell me bad things about Kikuyu
men. Like…” She paused.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Like what? Tell me Mercy, we are talking woman to woman.
Don’t be afraid of telling me.” I persuaded her. She smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But, Madam, don’t think bad of me.” She told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I promise.” I told her, I smiled to put her at ease.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“My friends used to tell me that Kikuyu men have small dicks
and are weak in bed. But I am finding that to be a lie. Ivan is big and strong,
he made me cry of pain the first day we did it.” Mercy told me candidly and
openly, with the trust of a little girl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Was it your first time? Was he your first boyfriend?” I
asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, he is my, hmmm let me count…hmmm…he is my 36th
boyfriend.” Mercy said. I nearly exclaimed out loudly in shock. So, this girl
has fucked a total of 36 men! Was she even sure of what she was talking about?!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“How old are you?” I asked Mercy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I am 21 years old.” Mercy replied. I did not want to arouse
suspicion in her as to think I was genuinely surprised. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Do you use condom whenever you have sex?” I asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I don’t know how to use them. I thought the men are the
ones supposed to use them.” Mercy said. She was so naïve about it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wasn’t she afraid if getting HIV or something! This was
crazy!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">=======</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After preparing supper we arranged everything in the dining room. My husband
was near with his visitors.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At around 8 pm, Sunday evening, my husband arrived. He was
accompanied by 5 men and I thought one of them could be his cousin he was
talking about. After introductions it was apparent none was his cousin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I thought you said you were coming with one of your cousins
too. Where is he?” I asked Douglas.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“She is on the way coming. She got held up somewhere but
soon she will be here. I have come with some items, where is Ken to assist me
to offload them?” My husband asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mercy called Ken and together they went to offload some
items from one of the cars.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What are they?” I asked my husband after seeing how sealed
they were. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Don’t worry, just some business items. I shall take them
tomorrow to their destination.” My husband told me. He did not want me to know,
obviously. But based on how Ken was lifting them, they were not quite heavy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We sat at the table room talking when suddenly my husband
announced to the men, “Oh! She is here. She can make a good business partner
remember, so play your cards nicely.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, my husband stood up to go to welcome the lady, who was
his cousin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was at the kitchen when my husband came back to the house.
I could hear them talking excitedly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I went to the table room to be with the visitor but
immediately I saw the said lady who my husband was saying was her cousin, I closed
my eyes, opened them to be sure I was seeing right.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“My dear, meet my cousin. Don’t you remember her? She was at
our wedding. Don’t you remember her? My cousin from Australia? And right here
is her husband.” My husband told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The lady was none other than the lady who was keenly looking
at me at our secret club in Kabete! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! Nice to meet you!” I told her after greeting her. Her
name, as she reminded me, was Alicia Nyokabi.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Nice to meet you too!” She said excitedly. I looked at her
husband’s face just to be sure if he was the man who I saw with at the club but
he wasn’t the one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After some minutes, my husband told us to excuse them as
they had some business they wanted to discuss. So, me and Alicia’s husband went
to the main living room and left the rest at the dining table. Before the
business meeting commenced, Alicia excused herself. She motioned me to follow
her outside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After we got outside she looked at me in the eyes and
smiled. “Please, I beseech you in the name of Gikuyu and Mumbi, do not tell Jackson
where you saw me and with who. If he ever gets to know, he will kill me.
Remember he is a KDF officer!” Alicia told me. I breathed a sigh of relief.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Sure, you also saw me, but we can keep it between us.” I
reassured her. At least I was sure of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Alicia handed me her business card and we walked back into
the house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I wanted her to show me cows, she has some nice cows, great
farmer. I should borrow some tips from her.” Alicia told Jackson. Jackson
smiled and told her, “It is ok, but who will stay with them? You have a lot of
work.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I will hire a shamba boy.” Alicia said, looked at me and
smiled, and proceeded to the table where they had their meeting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I remained with Jackson on the table room who began to tell
me of his exploits as a KDF officer in various missions outside Kenya.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">>>To be continued>><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Narrated by Anthony Kerry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kiasmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768977255783085557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53338742904813662.post-64049443428917248192018-04-03T12:05:00.000+03:002018-04-03T12:05:01.131+03:00THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: FIVETEEN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I never used to think a time shall come when I shall admire
a man younger than me.” I told Celestine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Then you have to accept it now.” Celestine told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">********========********</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Time passed, days passed and weeks passed.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I continued to train Ken towards being a more presentable
man at least to my peers. I even bought him 4 nice Italian suits to be wearing.
Even though my husband never agreed to increase his salary, I opted to be
paying him mid-month with my own money.</span></div>
<a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3jis9syKrx03Tkpz8VMPXkeekFde6vlUDEY5brqoaAMW5IoeLSi9puJWEoUniZRIdr4PvxZ32wL1v17pkiAA_FxKaAYXZRqeDMS2xHfknznUoNyKTrgbzvT24sX_UNnenmXV55eipqM/s1600/SUPERLADY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3jis9syKrx03Tkpz8VMPXkeekFde6vlUDEY5brqoaAMW5IoeLSi9puJWEoUniZRIdr4PvxZ32wL1v17pkiAA_FxKaAYXZRqeDMS2xHfknznUoNyKTrgbzvT24sX_UNnenmXV55eipqM/s320/SUPERLADY.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The tricky bit was to get time with him in the evening more
so whenever my husband was around. I told him to tell my husband that he has
gotten a membership in some club that trains people on how to feed cows as to
yield more milk and that he has to create time to be attending the meetings in
the evening, twice per week. Not to make it too obvious, I ensured that at
times he is away from home and I am home. So, at times, Ken would just go in
the evening and I did not care where to while I would be at home with house
girl or with my husband too.</span></div>
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ken even adopted new hair styles, began to wear nicely,
applied perfumes on himself and that made him look even more handsome. It
really enhanced his confidence with himself too. His mannerism also drastically
changed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This made me conclude one thing, some of these lowly people
on the society are not dumb, they just lack opportunities since you would never
think Ken would get that smart and attractive. But I began to feel too old for
Ken such that I also joined a gym to be working out to remain in shape or to at
least improve my self-image. I would attend in the evening 3 days per week to
dance Zumba or do some aerobics and cardio exercises. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Nowadays you have really changed.” My husband commented one evening after
noting that I was getting more into shape.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, I told you I joined the gym. Why won’t you join too?”
I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“That is a waste of money, I am fit the way I am.” He said
with some pride caressing his pot belly. I wished he knew how much I wished he
would lose some weight. I felt disgusted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Can’t you see how much fat you have become?!” I asked him
with annoyance in my voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He looked at me for some seconds. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“So, do you want me to look thin?” He asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No. At least you become a little fit. My dear you are now
around 110 kg. You are overweight. Do something. Being fat makes someone lazy,
you can get diseases like blood pressure.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hey, Grace! Gym is for idlers. You have too much free time
to waste it in the gym. Within that 2 hours of being in the gym jumping up and
down, someone somewhere will have made a lot of money. Besides, some people are
small because of the nature of their work. Look at someone like Ken our shamba
boy. His work is physical all day that is why he is smaller than me. But my
work is a lot of sitting. How will I be lean with my nature of work?” He asked
me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO08CtkgSPbJw1Z1JWBVrbq6MFaVpOPp4lBFHQVxO9mliIPK_c4oIVTqLy4gfmR8hKg4PGT-nxMsrioeoXs6fSmbROwmEAi-FyyyhSOjYBzjRWzGWqUVvYVBeMsZJeUWB6LwtSYDJsk5k/s1600/FEMICARE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO08CtkgSPbJw1Z1JWBVrbq6MFaVpOPp4lBFHQVxO9mliIPK_c4oIVTqLy4gfmR8hKg4PGT-nxMsrioeoXs6fSmbROwmEAi-FyyyhSOjYBzjRWzGWqUVvYVBeMsZJeUWB6LwtSYDJsk5k/s320/FEMICARE.jpg" width="274" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Douglas my dear, can’t you even see this has affected our
sex life. We can no longer enjoy like before. Your weight is a hindrance. You
have gotten too fat until your something is disappearing.” I told him. I knew
that would offend him but I wanted to see if anything would trigger him to
going to the gym at least. I was even ashamed of walking with him on the road.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He suddenly gave me an angry stare that made me feel some
fear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Idiot! Don’t you also realize that your pussy has gotten
bigger such that whenever I am inside I even wonder whether I am inside you. It
is not my thing that is disappearing it is your hole getting larger.” He said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I felt my blood suddenly boil. We have had our arguments but
this was getting worse. I felt seriously offended. I remained silent for a
while. A lot of thoughts crossed my mind but one that dominated was, could it
be perhaps that Ken’s big penis has made my vagina bigger over time?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All right, let us end this discussion.” I told my husband.
He stood up and walked away outside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I went to the kitchen where Mercy was and found her busy
scrubbing the floor. I looked at her and noticed that she had gotten larger
hips since she came to work with us. However, she never wore any provocative
clothes and that made me feel secure with her. Also, her respect was big for
everyone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hello, Madam. How may I help you?” She stood up to ask me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ah, nothing. Was just passing by. I can see the kitchen is
shining, good work.” I told her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Thank you, Madam.” She said and continued with her work.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I walked outside. I found my husband looking at our cattle.
I did not bother going to where he was. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ken was busy cutting some grass into small pieces and
packing them inside large sacks to be used later. I wished my husband was not
around and I would go to talk to Ken who normally took time to appreciate my
body. He always made me feel like a woman.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">======</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My husband’s trip to Nigeria came and he travelled on a Friday evening. I took
him with my car up to airport and then went back home. When I got home, Ken was
not around.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Where is Ken?” I asked Mercy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I don’t know, he just told me he is going to the shop.”
Mercy told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I called Ken’s number but he was not picking. So, I just
kept myself busy that evening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I slept early that night since I was feeling a little
stressed and tired. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">During the night, I however felt some movements outside. I
woke up to look outside through the window but would not see anyone. Fear
engulfed me and I did not come out of my bedroom. Suddenly, I heard commotion
outside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Stop right there or I will kill you.” That was Ken shouting
at someone or something. I head steps like someone running. Ken was chasing
someone outside the building.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I heard someone knock our gate hard, then, silence followed.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ken then knocked on our main door and I went to open.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What is going on?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“There was a man outside. I just came back and found him
standing outside that window. “Ken pointed at the window where our house girl
slept. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Did you catch him?” I asked Ken. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, he ran away. He opened the gate so fast and ran away.”
Ken said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why didn’t our dogs chase after him?” I asked Ken.
Suddenly, Ken looked puzzled. There was no sign of our dogs outside. Ken
whistled to call our dogs but none responded. That was really strange.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All right, you can go to sleep. Make sure the gate is
locked.” I told Ken as I began to go back to the house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">However, I did not sleep well until the following morning. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Did you hear someone at your window at night?” I asked
Mercy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, I am a heavy sleeper.” Mercy said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“There was someone outside your window at night. Ken chased
him away.” I told Mercy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Damn! Did he steal anything?” Mercy asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, he was just peeping, nothing else.” I told Mercy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I ate my breakfast and went to work half day since it was on
a Saturday. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I told Celestine of the man who broke into our compound at
night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But at least you have dogs.” Celestine said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Imagine none of our dogs was around that night, so strange.
They all came in the morning.” I told Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! When there is a female dog that wants males, all males
go chasing after it. Not a wonder. You need to have a female dog in your
compound.” Celestine told me. It made sense.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Today, are you going to our club?” I asked Celestine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, today is on a weekend. I need more time with my boy.
What about you?” Celestine asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, I already told Ken and we will go. I will pick him up
at around 3 pm as we head there.” I told Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3 pm came and as we had agreed, I picked Ken at the shopping center. I drove
towards the direction of our club.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I wish I knew how to drive, I would assist you.” Ken told
me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I can teach you how to drive, it is not difficult.” I told
Ken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I would like to know.” Ken said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All right, let us take that route without much cars and I
will show you.” I told Ken as I took some earth road which didn’t have much
cars.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I told Ken to take the wheel and follow my instructions. He
was a good learner but I told him to be very slow so as we would not land in a
ditch or cause some accident. The car was engaging smoothly since it had just
been taken for servicing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Don’t you know I could also become your personal driver?”
Ken asked jokingly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, baba boy would suspect us too fast. But I can be giving
you to drive me to the club.” I told him. He moved on slowly engaging a low
gear so as to maintain some balance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“it is not difficult to drive after all.” Ken said picking
speed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hey, not so fast. Stop accelerating. Wait until you are
used to.” I told Ken who slowed down instantly. As he tried to engage another
gear, the car suddenly stopped. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Now what?” Ken asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Let me take over from here.” I told Ken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I took the wheel, disengaged the gear after restarting the
car and we proceeded towards our club. We got to the club at around 4 pm and we
went straight to the restaurant to have something to eat. There were various
ladies with their guys too. I could see some new faces. There were some music
playing and I could see some ladies going to the dance floor to dance with
their partners. Some ladies were too fat to dance with the younger guys and
sometimes would leave the dance floor to go and sit while leaving the guys to
dance alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ken, can you dance?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He smiled at me. “I am not good at dancing but can try.” Ken
said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We got to the dance floor. Ken held me close and we began to
sway to the rhythm of the songs. I was resting my head on his shoulders as we
danced. We danced for about 20 minutes until I began to feel aroused and wanted
Ken there and then.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I gently pulled Ken to go and sit down with me for a while
before going on to our room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While seated there, I noticed a certain lady keenly looking
at me, for whatever reason. I did not pay much attention to her. She was in
company of a tall, lanky young man. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her face looked familiar but could not remember where I saw
that face last. That did not bother me as after all, most ladies there were not
in company of their husbands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“That woman been looking at you since we came here.” Ken
told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Well, maybe she knows me, but I cannot remember her.” I
told Ken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">>>To be continued>><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Narrated by Anthony Kerry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
I could see some ladies giggling there. Almost immediately,
one of the restaurant patrons came and picked the pieces. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
I could feel Ken was uncomfortable being there so I
suggested we go to our room. We got inside and locked ourselves while Ken went
and sat on the big king-sized bed.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Is this where we shall be meeting?” Ken asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Yes.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
There was a big flat screen TV which I switched on and
flipped the channels until I got a channel with some music. There was also a
large bathroom with transparent door.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Ken, I want us to bathe together.” I suggested to him. He
smiled and looked at me. I went to where he sat and slowly led him to stand up
as I began to undress him. He followed my lead and we got undressed until we
were both naked. His penis was still flaccid when we walked to the bathroom and
began showering together.</div>
<a name='more'></a> <o:p></o:p><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“This place is so nice!” Ken said.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Yes, we can enjoy ourselves here privately and safely.” I
told him. I wish he knew that we paid each one of us some membership fee of
Kshs 25,000 per month as what is termed as maintenance fee. I knew if I told
him that, he would suggest we find a cheaper place and I give him the rest. But
all the same, I was still thinking of how to make him adapt to that life fast
to avoid further embarrassments.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3jis9syKrx03Tkpz8VMPXkeekFde6vlUDEY5brqoaAMW5IoeLSi9puJWEoUniZRIdr4PvxZ32wL1v17pkiAA_FxKaAYXZRqeDMS2xHfknznUoNyKTrgbzvT24sX_UNnenmXV55eipqM/s1600/SUPERLADY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3jis9syKrx03Tkpz8VMPXkeekFde6vlUDEY5brqoaAMW5IoeLSi9puJWEoUniZRIdr4PvxZ32wL1v17pkiAA_FxKaAYXZRqeDMS2xHfknznUoNyKTrgbzvT24sX_UNnenmXV55eipqM/s400/SUPERLADY.jpg" width="400" /></a>I began to caress his penis which remained limp for quiet
some time before it began to get hard slowly. He too began to caress my body
taking time to smear some soap on me. I could feel my desire going up as we did
that.</div>
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“Will we do inside here?” He asked me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Why not?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“We might slip and fall; the floor is slippery.” He meant
the tiled bathroom floor. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“All right, let us go to the bed.” I told him and we rinsed
ourselves, walked slowly to the bed where we continued kissing each other.
Suddenly he disengaged his mouth from mine and began to kiss my neck. It really
felt nice since he had never kissed my neck. Slowly he began to suck my breasts
pulling my nipples with his lips. Then slowly he traced a line with his tongue
along my abdomen making me have some wild passionate imaginations.<o:p></o:p></div>
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As if he was trying how it would go, he slowly traced his
way with his tongue until the tip of his tongue rested on the tip of my
clitoris sending spasms of pleasure all over my body until I found myself
holding my breath, I really wished he would do more. He just licked the tip of
my clitoris for some seconds before suddenly moving upwards to continue sucking
my nipples.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The surroundings perhaps were so comfortable to inspire some
adventure on him as he kept trying new things he had never done to me albeit a
little awkwardly at times. I wanted to inspire him and so I told him to lie
under me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I began to suck his penis which got so hard. He was groaning
softly as I also caressed his balls while teasing the tip of his penis with my
tongue all the time. I was also feeling so lusty that evening. I could even
feel like passion was flowing in my veins. I suddenly felt the urge to taste
his cum and I continued to suck his hard penis with much more vigor.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He seemed to know he was about to ejaculate since he
suddenly held my head about to yank me away from his penis but I pushed his
hands away, held fast onto his penis and suddenly I felt some of his semen
shoot into my tongue, I sucked harder and he went ahead and erupted so hard
into my mouth until he trembled fiercely as to make the bed shake.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He suddenly looked at me and seemed disgusted. He completely
never expected that. I smiled at him. I made as if to kiss him but he backed
off fast away from me making me laugh.<o:p></o:p></div>
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to suck my clitoris with so much vigor making me completely lose control over
myself. I began to moan so loudly while my legs just swayed from left to right
at times folding his back. He sucked my clitoris for sometime and then slowly
he ran his tongue over my labia minora while making his tongue so stiff making
me feel ecstatic. He began to suck my labia majora while finger fucking me.
Without warning his finger pushed my upper vaginal wall where the GSA was and I
have never felt such pleasure all my life. I began to tremble, experienced
rapid muscular spasms all over my body and I found myself screaming his name.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Without warning, a sudden gush of fluids escaped from deep
under my body as I shook all over and totally lost control I found myself
crying, writhing, my head rocking from left to right, throwing legs all over
while I totally washed his face with my orgasmic explosion. He seemed so
surprised such that he backed off and just knelt there watching me lose
control.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“KEN! KEN! KEN, I am dying, I am finished, oooh Ken!” I
found myself saying.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Without a warning, he suddenly lunged forward and before I
knew what he was up to, his hard penis was so deep in my wet vagina as he
furiously fucked me to pieces! He kept rocking himself inside me, holding me by
my hips literally making my buttocks float over the bed as he rocked himself so
hard upon me until I was trembling with my breasts rocking back and forth over
my chest. He then suddenly flipped me over such that I faced away from him. He
entered me from behind and fucked me harder than I have ever been fucked. All
noise I could here were our moans as he moaned loudly, and our bodies slapping
each other as he rocked me so hard with his hands pulling and pushing me
against himself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He could have fucked me for about 20 minutes but it felt
like he had been inside me forever when he suddenly slapped my butt, squeezed
me so hard with his hands and trembled so hard and I knew he was cumming inside
me. This triggered my orgasm and I found myself sprawling my legs all over the
bed as orgasmic waves rocked me like a reed in a thunderstorm.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I held the pillow under me and screamed my lungs out so hard
for a few seconds. Then I suddenly saw darkness.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Grace! Grace! Grace! You are scaring me, wake up!” That was Ken, who was
shaking my shoulders hard.</div>
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I must have passed out due to pleasure. I was feeling so
weak but so relaxed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What is the time?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It is 10 pm. We need to go home.” He told me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“What?” I forced myself to sit on the bed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It is too late, let us go.” Ken told me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We each took turns to bathe in the bathroom and dressed up
ready to leave.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I made the bed neatly as Ken dressed up.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Soon after, we went to the bungalow’s restaurant and took
some fruit juices and some cakes. There was no one else except the restaurant
attendants.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Suddenly, we heard some commotion. <o:p></o:p></div>
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A rather furious young man came out screaming.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Stupid whore! We agreed you are going to pay me tonight and
all you are doing is telling me to keep sucking your cunt!” The young man said.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A middle-aged lady followed him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Stop shouting, you are shaming me, come back to the room we
will agree.” The lady said.<o:p></o:p></div>
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However, the young man got even more furious and slapped the
woman so hard such that she fell backwards. Ken wanted to intervene but I told
him not to. Suddenly some very muscular guys came and lifted up the young man
like a sack of potatoes and disappeared with him outside as he continued to
spew more insults.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Time to go.” I told Ken and we went to our car, reversed
and within minutes we were out of there.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Does that mean some ladies pay to be fucked?” Ken asked. I smiled.</div>
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“Yes.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“But why?” He asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, some women have money, even have great husbands like
me but the only thing they are missing is great sex so they use their money to
get what they are missing in their lives.” I explained to him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ken looked at me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I don’t think I can charge anyone to fuck her.” He said.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Neither would I pay.” I told him. But I sure would have
wanted to find ways to reward him for making me feel like a woman once more.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We got home at around 11:30 pm. No sooner had I gotten into my bedroom than I
fell deep asleep until I was woken up the following morning by our dogs barking
outside at around 4 am. I heard some foot steps outside but looking through the
window I could not see anyone or anything except hear our dogs barking. I felt
some fear. I picked my phone, tried to call Ken but his phone was off. But as
long as the doors were locked, I felt a little secure.</div>
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“You must have had a great time, I left you there.” Celestine told me smiling.</div>
<o:p></o:p><br />
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“Sure. Celestine, you also have a young boy who services
you?” I teasingly asked her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh! Yes. The old men have no energy, so I need a young man
to make me feel like a school girl. Right now, my muscles are aching thanks to
yesterday’s fucking session. My boy is 22, still in college.” Celestine told
me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Damn! All right. Do you pay him?” I asked her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I just give him pocket money and that is all.” Celestine
told me. I did not bother asking how much that was.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“But sure thing, young men rocks!” I told Celestine as I
remembered my previous night until I passed out.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“The tragedy of life, my dear.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Young men have energy, have time, but have no money to
pamper women.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Middle aged men have energy, have money, but have no time to
be with women.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Old men have money, have time but have no energy to fuck
women. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Finding the balance is what is driving us this insane
chasing after young boys. What a life?” Celestine told me as if lamenting.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“But I think the worst is, most women due to sexual
awareness, confidence with their bodies and having settled, our libido shoots
upwards in our thirties. I don’t know why, but I feel hotter than I was when I
was a younger woman.” I told Celestine. She looked at me and laughed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“What is funny?” I asked her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Isn’t it about time the society accepted the fact that
women admire younger men just as the same as men admire younger ladies?”
Celestine said.<o:p></o:p></div>
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>>To be continued>><o:p></o:p></div>
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Narrated by Anthony Kerry.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Kiasmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768977255783085557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53338742904813662.post-9485765060205500082018-04-03T11:54:00.002+03:002018-04-03T11:54:34.450+03:00THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: THIRTEEN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I did not want to over imagine as I walked slowly towards
table room but Ken remained in the bedroom. The door was still locked. I
switched on the lights, there was no sign of anyone in the house, which really
puzzled me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I looked at all door and they were still locked. I went to
my bedroom door and motioned Ken to come out. He was already fully dressed. He
tiptoed slowly and walked out as I locked the door behind him and went to sleep
having made sure that every door was locked. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3jis9syKrx03Tkpz8VMPXkeekFde6vlUDEY5brqoaAMW5IoeLSi9puJWEoUniZRIdr4PvxZ32wL1v17pkiAA_FxKaAYXZRqeDMS2xHfknznUoNyKTrgbzvT24sX_UNnenmXV55eipqM/s1600/SUPERLADY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3jis9syKrx03Tkpz8VMPXkeekFde6vlUDEY5brqoaAMW5IoeLSi9puJWEoUniZRIdr4PvxZ32wL1v17pkiAA_FxKaAYXZRqeDMS2xHfknznUoNyKTrgbzvT24sX_UNnenmXV55eipqM/s320/SUPERLADY.jpg" width="320" /></a>Ken agreed to kiss me, he was so nice at it. I caressed his hard-erect penis
while admiring it. He also sucked my nipples too sending my desire to sky high.
He then placed his penis on my labia majora and began to press sending spasms
of pleasure all over my body. I pushed myself onto his hard muscles with my
warm body. Slowly, I mounted Ken and began to pump up and down. He pushed
himself so deep into my hot wet vagina making me hold my breath. He began to
play with the tip of my clitoris making me feel like I would explode with
pleasure. My eyes were closed as my senses felt the pleasure of a lifetime when
suddenly my bedroom door opened and right at the entrance stood my husband
still holding his safari briefcase!<br />
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I suddenly woke up to realize it was a dream, I was dreaming having been caught
red handed by my husband. But the dream really troubled me as in the previous
evening I had thought perhaps my husband had not travelled but had come back
abruptly without warning me. I even looked at the door just to be sure I was
alone in the bedroom. Looking at my watch it was around 5 am, I did not go back
to sleep.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPypS0IOuFb6vRJBwqHcN93Qj-X-t55KwSRZ8solmVqdhR9LaKse_TDom8mGYCqz6_LCUy9VjwpPO5alQw25N2j2dYyWGEk2O8UwFDWSSksO2iAJA1KnKEzF8s9f7NxLF7s7X0AzP5gk/s1600/mavita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1200" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPypS0IOuFb6vRJBwqHcN93Qj-X-t55KwSRZ8solmVqdhR9LaKse_TDom8mGYCqz6_LCUy9VjwpPO5alQw25N2j2dYyWGEk2O8UwFDWSSksO2iAJA1KnKEzF8s9f7NxLF7s7X0AzP5gk/s400/mavita.jpg" width="400" /></a>I could hear some movements in the kitchen but I knew it was
my house girl preparing breakfast for us. I went to the kitchen and found her
busy at work. When she saw me, she smiled and greeted me, “Shikamoo”, a
greeting by the Coastal people which depicts respect the elders. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Marahabaa.” I replied feeling awkward. She was so lively
that morning and was working with a lot of energy and enthusiasm. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“You seem so fresh this morning.” I told her.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Yes, I slept soundly at night and woke up feeling fresh.”
She replied as she continued with her work.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I prepared myself and went to work.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Grace, it is dangerous fucking your lover in your house. You might get caught.
Find another place.” Celestine advices me after I told her about the previous
night scare.</div>
<o:p></o:p><br />
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“Then how will I be getting time to fuck him?” I asked her.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Don’t worry. Trust me. I will show you in the evening, just
cooperate.” Celestine told me and winked. I knew her as a schemer even at our
work place.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Come that evening, Celestine told me to follow her with her
car as we drove fast towards Kabete in Kiambu. We came to a gated compound where
we were ushered in by a strikingly handsome young man who seemed of Indian
origin.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO08CtkgSPbJw1Z1JWBVrbq6MFaVpOPp4lBFHQVxO9mliIPK_c4oIVTqLy4gfmR8hKg4PGT-nxMsrioeoXs6fSmbROwmEAi-FyyyhSOjYBzjRWzGWqUVvYVBeMsZJeUWB6LwtSYDJsk5k/s1600/FEMICARE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO08CtkgSPbJw1Z1JWBVrbq6MFaVpOPp4lBFHQVxO9mliIPK_c4oIVTqLy4gfmR8hKg4PGT-nxMsrioeoXs6fSmbROwmEAi-FyyyhSOjYBzjRWzGWqUVvYVBeMsZJeUWB6LwtSYDJsk5k/s400/FEMICARE.jpg" width="342" /></a>We came to the living room. I was just following Celestine
with so much trust like a little child. Inside we met 3 more ladies, 4 young
men who I could clearly tell were in their twenties. They were smartly dressed.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“So, what is this place?” I asked Celestine after a few
introductions.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Grace, we women have to be wise. When we want to fuck with
our secret lovers. We come with them here. We made arrangements and rented this
bungalow. So when we come we come in the name of a business meeting or chama
meeting in the evening or weekends but in reality we are coming with our young
men. All you have to do is join us as a member, we shall give you the
protocols. Then you will introduce Ken to this place. Teach him some manners so
as he becomes refined, we do not want naïve men here. Teach him to dress
nicely, how to be a gentleman not a bush boy that he is, then when you want to
have him, he will be coming here, your work is to come and meet him here, get
one executive room, have all the pleasure that you want and go home feeling
like a winner. Your husband will never suspect anything.” Celestine told me. I
was awed by that arrangement and the sheer effort put by women to cheat on their
husbands and never be caught.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After sometime we were joined by a middle-aged lady by the
name Lillian Atieno.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Good afternoon.” She greeted me with a smile on her face.
She was tall, with big broad hips that shook as she moved, chocolate colored
and pretty face.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Good afternoon.” I replied back.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
She looked at Celestine.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“So, this is our new member?” Lillian asked Celestine who
replied, “yes.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
My heart was beating as I was so anxious of whatever reasons
took me there.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
We later held what was being referred to as a business
meeting but after sometime, Celestine excused us saying that we wished to go
and come back later. I was however briefed on everything that was relevant to
know.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
The challenge however remained how to convince Ken to be going there and above
that, to teach her some mannerism that befitted going there. I could see the
young men we met there were so refined, eating with forks and knives only, and
behaved like real gentlemen. They wore nice business suits to convince anyone
that whatever was going on there was a business meeting. I was even told some
had real businesses going on while some were in campus. Celestine thought it
would be a good idea to brief Ken and what was expected of him.</div>
<o:p></o:p><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
After I got home, I told Ken I wanted to discuss something
with him.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“I want us to discuss some work with you.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Madam, I told you that I need to replace the wheelbarrow, I
need a new rake this one is worn out, also I needed some more groves…” Ken was
telling me everything related to the shamba work but I cut him short.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“I know all that, I want us to discuss more.” I told him. He
looked at me and said, “Ok.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
We sat at the table room together at around 8 pm. The house
girl was at the kitchen doing some work. I wanted to go straight to the point.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Ken, it is about me and you, not even your work. I want to
be able to have you and get you without the risk of being caught. So, I have
gotten a place where we can be meeting. However, it is under conditions.” I
briefed him.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Aaah, we can be hiring a lodge, Karumaindo Bar has some
nice lodges which goes for Kshs 200 per day, we can….” He was saying. I cut him
short too.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Not in lodgings, a nice place. I wanted to take you there
tomorrow. But…” I stopped talking to see how attentive he was.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“But what?” He asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“The place demands that you wear some nice suits, look like
a business person, refine some manners…” He cut me short.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“What do you mean manners?” Ken asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“I mean, like being able to eat with forks, like wazungus,
speak English, etc.” I said. At that point, Ken smiled.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Grace, I barely know how to speak in Kiswahili, how do you
expect me to speak in English?” Ken asked me sounding amused.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
I briefed him some more and he agreed to go with me as long
as I do not embarrass him for his lack of common knowledge on some middle-class
lifestyle. He however was so willing to do anything that would not endanger him
and so he welcomed that idea.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
I told him the suit he shall wear as he had one suit which
he never wore. I was eager to introduce him to the club.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The following day, Ken finished his work early and came to join me at the
shopping center wearing his suit. The suit seemed like it was smaller than him.
He had large arms that fitted perfectly in the coat. His bulging biceps made
him look like he was a wrestler wearing a business suit. I nearly laughed
looking at him. He looked ridiculous.</div>
<o:p></o:p><br />
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We drove behind Celestine until we arrived to our
destination. Once we arrived there, we got to the main sitting room where we
sat there talking to some other women. It however made me feel uneasy noticing
how the other ladies were looking at Ken, I even wondered whether he looked out
of place or plain ridiculous.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
Everyone else was speaking in impeccable English, including
the young men. Everyone was so friendly. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Hello, they call me Franklin, short form Frank. I am an
accountant in EKNA SACCO which is in Kiambu. How about you please?” One of the
young men was trying to ask Ken. Ken just stared back without saying anything.
He looked at me then looked back at the man.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Ken.” He simply said and remained silent.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Ken, nice to meet you. What do you do for a living?” The
young man pressed on. I felt sudden anxiety not knowing what Ken will say.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Farm manager.” Ken said swiftly with a smile. I breathed a
sign of relief knowing he could have said something more embarrassing. Ken
looked at me and smiled, but I could tell he was not comfortable at all.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Honey, may I meet you in private please.” One lady called
Frank, Frank told Ken, “Nice to meet you.” And walked away.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
After some minutes, Lillian came and told me to follow her. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“This are the rooms that we use for our other business. Feel
free to pick any with your mate. Always leave the room tidy even though we have
young girls who take care of that. Feel free to order anything from our bar or
café, including foods.” Lillian told me cordially.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Thank you.” I responded.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Can I ask you a question?” Lillian asked and added, “And
please don’t feel offended.”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Ask please.” I told her surveying the large room that we
were in.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“What profession is your boy?” Lillian asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
I felt a little embarrassed by the question, but I did not
feel the urge to lie.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“He, is my shamba boy.” I told her. She smiled at me.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Shamba boys are known for their energy, but he has a lot to
learn here. I noticed he is not as learned but that is none of my business.
Enjoy yourself.” Lillian told me. She was so friendly. I came to learn she was
the one in charge of the bungalow. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
Lillian took me around the facility too. It was really a
women’s affair place. Later she left me to go and join Ken at the living room.
I found Ken talking with one of the other young men in low tone in Kikuyu. The
man excused himself and left me and Ken together alone in the coach. The other
ladies including had also left with their young men including Celestine. It was
apparent that Celestine also had a younger man too on top of her other guy.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“My dear, follow me.” I told Ken who followed me to the
dinning room. A young lady served us with some roasted chicken, vegetable
salad, ugali and some passion juice. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“You are welcome.” The young lady told us and left.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
Ken was about to pick the chicken with his hands when I told
him he should use the fork and knife.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“How?” He asked.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
“Here, this is how you eat with fork and knife.” I showed
him some example. I took a fork, held the chicken meat and used the knife to
cut a piece which I put in my mouth.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
Ken held his fork too, dug deeply into his piece of chicken
meat, thigh to be specific. He then began cut with the knife but pushed the
knife too hard such that the smooth plate suddenly slid under his knife with so
much force such that it moved swiftly across the table and landed on the tiled
floor so hard such that it shattered into pieces. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
The other ladies and their guys who were seated at various spots
of the expansive dining area suddenly turned and looked towards the direction
of where me and Ken were seated. I have never felt that embarrassed all my life
all I wished is I would be able to just vanish in midair.<o:p></o:p></div>
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>>To be continued>><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
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Kiasmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768977255783085557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53338742904813662.post-70360120789038460802018-04-03T11:53:00.000+03:002018-04-03T11:53:05.288+03:00THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: TWELVE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Beholding his
erection made me feel sudden wave of desire sweep across my body but knowing
the risk involved in trying anything at the moment, I knew I had to resist my
urges.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ken, have a good
day, will see you later.” I told him and turned to leave.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">=====</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I nearly got caught by my son!” I told Celestine once we settled for our usual
chit chats.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Children are very
observant you have to be careful. In fact, I would advise you not to try
anything when the children are around.” Celestine told me.</span></div>
<a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But my husband is
going to South Africa next week, my children are going back to boarding school
and I will be alone with house girl and Ken.” I told Celestine. She smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You shall have a
lot of time alone there. But won’t the maid be a problem perhaps? Is she the
mouthy type? I know Coasterians for being mouthy!” Celestine said. I avoided
answering that since I really never liked her tribal remarks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“We shall see how
it goes.” I told her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There was a lot
going on in our company with its expansions and recruitment of new employees
such that I did not have much time to gossip that day but got busy until I did
not realize that it was time to go home.</span></div>
<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hey, it is almost
6 pm, you need to go and rest.” That was my boss telling me standing at the
door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Wow, thank you. I
did not realize it is this late.” I told him. He left immediately and went to
his car. I did not take much time but also packed and left.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPypS0IOuFb6vRJBwqHcN93Qj-X-t55KwSRZ8solmVqdhR9LaKse_TDom8mGYCqz6_LCUy9VjwpPO5alQw25N2j2dYyWGEk2O8UwFDWSSksO2iAJA1KnKEzF8s9f7NxLF7s7X0AzP5gk/s1600/mavita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1200" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPypS0IOuFb6vRJBwqHcN93Qj-X-t55KwSRZ8solmVqdhR9LaKse_TDom8mGYCqz6_LCUy9VjwpPO5alQw25N2j2dYyWGEk2O8UwFDWSSksO2iAJA1KnKEzF8s9f7NxLF7s7X0AzP5gk/s320/mavita.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I got home and
found Ken talking with the house girl as she washed some dishes outside the
house with Ken seated on an upside-down bucket. They seemed to be talking but
immediately they saw me they stopped their conversation making me curious to
know what they were talking about. Not really wanting to seem like an intruder
into their conversation, I just greeted them and passed by. Immediately I got at
home, my children came running to me and each gave me a hug.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I kept asking
myself whether it could be possible that Ken was seducing Mercy or they were
just being friendly. I even wondered why I was feeling jealous of the two.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">**==**==**</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Time passed and fast and the time for my husband to leave for South Africa
came. I was feeling anxious of being alone with Ken and housemaid as we had
taken our children to their boarding school 2 days early.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My husband left his
car at home as one of his friends offered to go with him up to Nairobi where
they were to take a flight to Johannesburg. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That evening, he called.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I am about to get
into an areophane and won’t be able to communicate until we arrive.” He told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That evening, I did
not bother with Ken as I just went to sleep. I wanted to be sure my husband
arrives to South Africa least he comes back and catches me red handed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The challenge
however was how to handle the house girl least she would see anything and come
to say to my husband. So, the following day I came home early and called Ken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ken, master is not
around. But how will you come into my bedroom without our maid seeing us?” I
asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“We shall wait
until she is asleep.” He told me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I hope she is a
deep sleeper.” I told Ken smiling. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After supper, I
volunteered to assist Mercy with some work even telling her she was free to go
to sleep early if she felt tired. She was so grateful of my gesture even saying
that not many people can offer to help their workers. She did some cleaning up,
had her supper and went to sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I left the backdoor
unlocked hoping that Ken will come in silently as we had planned. My anxiety
knew no bounds.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At around 11 pm,
Ken signaled me with his phone that he was about to come. I told him it was ok
via text. I waited for what seemed like forever with my heart beating. I even
peeked through the door to just be sure it would be him coming and no one else
and to alert him in case our maid woke up. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At around 11:30 pm,
I heard some movements in table room and thought that must be Ken coming. I
waited for a while but went to sit on my bed. I continued to wait. When Ken did
not seem to come into my bedroom, I texted him and he replied that he was
coming. I did not bother asking him where he was as I knew he was perhaps
buying his time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Slowly, my bedroom
door turned and Ken came in. I immediately rose to hug him and locked the door
behind him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What took you so
long?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I wanted to be
sure I was alone in the house. I was just being careful.” Ken told me silently.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was feeling so
anxious such that I did not bother asking him much questions. I just went
straight and tried to kiss him and this time, he did not resist. He kissed me
back. I was happy to see he was willing to kiss me more and more. We continued
kissing and romancing for sometime and slowly he pushed me on my bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He began to undress
me slowly and silently as I also undressed him until we were both naked. I
looked into his eyes and saw raw desire. He smiled and caressed my neck as we
lay side to side. I reached for his groins to feel his hard penis and behold it
was very hard and hot such that it made me shiver with sudden desire to have it
deep inside me. He began to roll himself to come on top of me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Suck my breasts.”
I whispered to him. He just did as I told him and began to suck my breasts
sending spasms of pleasure all over my body. I moaned silently and softly as
Ken sucked my boobs slowly as if with some caution.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I caressed his
balls while jerking his hard penis softly from left to right. I slowly pushed
him to be under me and I got on top of him. He held me firmly under my buttocks
as if supporting me as I sat on his muscular thighs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I took hold of his
penis and began to caress my vulvas with it, then to my labia majora making the
tip of the penis wet with my fluids. I gave myself gentle slaps down there with
his hard penis making me feel like moaning loudly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He suddenly pulled
me towards himself and before I knew it, he was pushing his penis into my
already wet pussy. I could not resist myself and I gave out a prolonged soft
moan as his penis opened me up going deeper and deeper until I felt it touching
my cervix deep inside me. It felt so sweet that night!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I began to rock my
hips rising up and down as he supported me with his hands. I was feeling so
frenzied that night and my desire knew no bounds all I wanted was to ride his
penis hard until I get a nice orgasm. I held myself on his shoulders as he
helped me ride his penis. Suddenly, he held me by my shoulders and pushed me so
hard onto him. His penis hit my cervix so hard such that a sharp pain made me
nearly scream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Gently, Ken, you
are hurting me, be gentle!” I tried to plead with him but all the same he
continued pulling and pushing me so hard with his powerful hands. He suddenly
pushed me so hard onto his body until I felt like his pelvis was crushing my
clitoris. I tried to gyrate my hips from left to right but by doing that he
suddenly moaned loudly and I knew he was about to explode. But that also
triggered me so hard such that I had to suddenly reach for my pillow and press
my face against it so that my loud moaning would not be heard. I felt like
screaming and felt so powerless. I began to tremble, shook so hard all over and
before I knew it, a gush of fluids erupted from deep within me as goosebumps
covered me all over. The last time I squirted, I could not recall but Ken made
me squirt that night! It felt so sweet and nice. I held myself so hard onto his
chest but he seemed surprised.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Soon after he
ejaculated, he pushed me gently to his side and looked at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Grace, have you
urinated on the bed?” Ken asked. I just smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“It is not urine.
Sometimes when a woman feels more pleasure, some fluids comes out of her.
Sometimes the fluids are so much you might think a woman has urinated.” I tried
to explain to him but he did not seem convinced.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My vagina was
feeling a bit sore but I wanted to fuck him once more so I began to play with
his soft penis until it began to grow once more. I took a soft cloth and wiped
myself a little so that his semen would stop oozing from my vagina. He just
looked at me and smiled when he saw me wiping myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I suddenly took his
penis into my mouth and felt the taste of my own vaginal fluids on his penis. I
did it so fast so that he would not resist and before he knew it, he was
already moaning silently enjoying it. His penis was long enough I could hold it
with both hands on its shaft and some little shaft remained over my hands. I
was caressing and sucking it at the same time doing a bend over to do it as he
caressed my buttocks. It felt so nice with him caressing my butt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I then slowly got
myself over him and positioned myself to ride him. I pressed my labias with his
penis as if not wanting it to go inside but he sat and began to pull myself
onto him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was about to let
him penetrate me when I suddenly felt like I heard some movements on table room.
I suddenly froze.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ken looked at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Did you lock the
door?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, but…” He said
as if unsure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But what?” I asked
him. My desire suddenly evaporated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">>>To be
continued>><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Narrated by Anthony
Kerry. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kiasmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768977255783085557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53338742904813662.post-6383925659349400612018-04-03T11:51:00.003+03:002018-04-03T11:51:27.919+03:00THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: ELEVEN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I nearly chocked with food while holding m breath. I felt
suddenly hot and I knew this has to be a bad dream. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Let me tell you in your ears.” The little boy said and
crossed to where their father was seated. He went to his daddy’s ears and
whispered something. Immediately he did so, my husband looked straight into my
eyes and I knew I was finished. But he did not say anything but told the boy,
“All right, go and sit down.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ken hurriedly ate his food and left. I also pretended to
help the house girl with her work of cleaning up when suddenly my husband told
me to follow him to bedroom saying he had a word with me. I was tempted not to
follow him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I followed him silently. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why do you look so tensed, have you done anything wrong?” My husband asked me,
but I was surprised he was smiling while asking me so. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Before I could even
answer he, said, “I have been telling you to teach Josephine manners, do you
know what Jade told me? He caught the little girl hiding behind the store with
a small banana trying to insert it inside her vagina. Can you imagine that? This
is not the first time she is trying to do so. Remember she is 13, she is getting
into puberty. Very soon her hormones will go haywire and she might get spoiled.
Find time to talk to her. I cannot talk woman issues to a small girl like her
you are the best to talk to her. Do that before it is too late. What might
happen if she gets to experiment with boys?” My husband was obviously angry but
suppressing anger.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In as much as I was relieved that it had nothing to do with
me, but I could not fail to see the fact that the little girl was growing up to
be like me; a young woman with fiery sexual desires. I knew I had to talk to
her before it was too late. In fact, it shocked me that she was trying to
masturbate herself with a banana what if she ended up hurting herself?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All right, my dear. I will find time.” I said with my voice
shaking with fear and relief.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You better find time to! I can only talk issues with a boy
not a girl. Do you imagine me discussing sex with a young girl? You are failing
as a mother!” My husband said angrily. I felt insulted knowing that he totally
failed as a sex mate long time ago.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Forgive me, my husband. I will get time to talk to the
young girl. Remember she is growing and probably experimenting with her
delicate body.” I said. My husband looked at me keenly before saying, “Find
time to talk to her before she experiments with young boys! Besides, remember
we cannot trust any man near her with her behaviors, including Ken! So, watch
out for her moves.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The mention of the word Ken made me shiver. Not just because
I had an affair with him, but I just could not imagine a man like him trying
anything fishy with my little girl. But I knew I had to really talk with my
daughter before it was too late. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To try to sooth and cool my husband, I went and sat close to
him and began to caress him. It was not so appetizing caressing him due to his
body fat but all I wanted was to cool him down. He turned and also began to kiss
me. We continued kissing and suddenly he pushed me on the bed. He got on top of
me but I was feeling his immense weight upon me such that I pushed him so as to
roll over and we lie side by side.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Slowly, we got undressed with lights still on until we both
were naked. On his chest you would think there were breasts. His penis was
barely visible under his big belly, it looked tiny like that of a young boy. I
held it and began to caress it until it began to get erect but to my dismay it
could not get properly erect. But by that time, I was already so wet as my
husband was stimulating my clitoris while sucking my breasts arousing me. It
made me happy to know I still admired my husband.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Slowly he rolled on top of me and pushed himself into me. I
moaned due to pleasure as I was so aroused. Slowly he pushed his penis into me
and began to pump sending some spasms of pleasure all over me. Suddenly, he
groaned and let himself to freely lie on top of me nearly crushing me with his
weight. He trembled and before I knew, he had already withdrawn from me; he had
literally ejaculated within seconds of penetrating me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I felt so disappointed but did not tell him. I did not want
to arouse his anger anymore. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He looked at me, kissed me and rolled over without saying
good night. I lay there thinking of so many things but before I knew, my
husband was fast asleep and snoring. I felt like he had just made me dirty. I
went to bathroom and washed my private parts, wiped and went back to bedroom. I
wore my night dress and wrapped myself with a lesso, then went to the table
room where I found my children watching a soap opera. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I got there, Jade was smiling but there was anxiety on
Josephine’s face. I wanted to talk to the little girl there and then since it
was almost 10 pm. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Josephine, please follow me to the kitchen.” I told her.
She followed me meekly like a sheep going to slaughter. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Mercy, excuse us, I want to have a word with her.” I told
the house girl who slowly went to table room closing the kitchen door behind
us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I did not know where to begin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Josephine, I want you to realize that you are now a big
girl, and there are some things I want to tell you, about yourself.” I told
her. She was so attentive as if she did nothing wrong during the day. She sat
there with her legs crossed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What followed was a one on one conversation, like woman to
woman and I must admit, my daughter was so comfortable talking to me, she
really trusted me. I knew if I approached the topic harshly, she might sulk.
She even went ahead and told me she used to feel some strange feelings in her
body that she really did not understand and they are the ones that led her to
want to insert things in her vagina. I told her that was masturbation. I told
her it was not right to do that since she might hurt herself but instead told
her to always confide with me whenever she had something strange about herself
or feelings she could not understand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Have you ever allowed a boy to touch you down there?” I
asked her finally. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, I am afraid. I fear boys.” She told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“If any boy attempts to touch you there, resist. Do not
allow it. Or if anyone tries to touch your chest or down there, resist and if
they try to force you, scream and run. All right?” I told her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All right.” She said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Do you have something to tell me?” I asked her. She looked
at me for sometime as if finding words to tell me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Mum, I used to hug uncle Ken. Is it ok to continue or
should I stop hugging him?” She asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It suddenly dawned on me that I had somehow contradicted
myself. I had made my children view all our workers as if they were one of us
but my children knew so well they were not our relatives. I was in a dilemma on
how to answer that question.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“It is just enough to greet him and respect him, not
necessary to hug.” I told her. I even told her she can hug fellow ladies but
not men. Though she was a little confused on why not to hug men anymore. But I
knew with her developing feminine feelings she must have been undergoing major
changes in her existence. Cases were there of Shamba boys who would end up
raping children in where they were working and I could not take chances.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After talking a little more, I told my daughter it was time
to go to sleep. She stood up, came to where I was standing and gave me a hug. I
felt like the greatest mum in this world for having shared such sensitive
information to my daughter to an extent she now trusted me. I as I hugged her,
I was keen to notice that her small breasts were taking shape, and she had
grown big almost my height but still slim. I could also see her hips were
getting bigger and more feminine. I even thought she was going to have larger
hips than mine when she grew up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The following morning, my husband left earlier than usual since he told me he
had a busy day. Before I left, I went to where Ken was standing and I could see
how anxious he was. I smiled to put him at ease.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Nothing of what you think, phew!” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What do you mean? Did the little boy see us? Did he tell
his father?” Ken asked. He even put the panga he was holding down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, something else. Jade caught Josephine trying to insert
a banana in her pussy.” I told Ken. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Wow! How now? Did she hurt herself?” Ken asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, but we resolved that. Don’t worry. I nearly thought we
got caught!” I told Ken. He smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But, we have to be careful, if we get caught I am going to
run away from here for good. Besides, would not want to break your family. I
cannot run with you.” Ken told me. I did not know what he meant with he cannot
run away with me but I did not bother asking. I could see Ken looking at my
hips. I had worn a red mini skirt that day and a white blouse, and a black
coat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I teased him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What are you looking at?” I asked him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You are smart.” He told me, picked his panga and turned to
leave.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Thank you.” I told him. I wish he knew how hot I was
feeling that morning owing to the fact that I did not get an orgasm the
previous night. I looked at his tight trousers and saw some bulge. I called
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ken, turn around, I want to look at you.” I told him. He
obeyed and turned but instead he smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To my surprise, he had an erection that was pushing his
trouser!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">>>To be continued>><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“That was so stupid of you!” My husband told the little boy.
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The following morning we woke up and planned to go to work and return a bit
early to relax together as my husband wanted us to discuss some business
proposal he had gotten.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But at around 5 pm, my husband called.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! Dear, I will be home late. I have got caught up in some
meeting and might not make it on time.” He told me. I headed straight home
where I met Mercy preparing some supper. I offered to assist her but she told
me she wanted to make it and I could gauge if she had made the supper to our
taste. So instead I went to check on what Ken was doing. I found him feeding
some calves but noticed his hand had some Elastoplast.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What happened to you?” I asked pointing at his left hand.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I slipped while cleaning up the sheds but as I was falling
I held onto the wall and got hurt, nothing serious I will be all right.” He
said with a smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All right, how was your day?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“My day was fine.” He answered me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As we were talking, suddenly my children came running. They
were from playing with the neighbor’s children.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! Good evening my little ones.” I greeted them as they
hugged me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hi mum, hi uncle.” They greeted Ken. They used to call him
uncle. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Didn’t I tell you not to be jumping over that wheelbarrow
like that? You will get hurt!” Ken told Jade my son.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I told you I shall be stronger than you, this is why I can
jump like that!” Jade teased Ken but Ken just laughed at the little boy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I can now even lift up my sister with ease.” Jade said and
suddenly wanted to lift his sister up before he got restrained by Ken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, you cannot list Josephine, she is heavier than you.”
Ken told Jade.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Go and play elsewhere, didn’t I tell you that you should
not play where adults are talking?” I told them and they both went away playing
and trying to push each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Naughty kids.” I said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Active kids are the best, they bring life in a compound. I
also will get married and get children possibly in 5 years’ time.” Ken said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPypS0IOuFb6vRJBwqHcN93Qj-X-t55KwSRZ8solmVqdhR9LaKse_TDom8mGYCqz6_LCUy9VjwpPO5alQw25N2j2dYyWGEk2O8UwFDWSSksO2iAJA1KnKEzF8s9f7NxLF7s7X0AzP5gk/s1600/mavita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1200" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPypS0IOuFb6vRJBwqHcN93Qj-X-t55KwSRZ8solmVqdhR9LaKse_TDom8mGYCqz6_LCUy9VjwpPO5alQw25N2j2dYyWGEk2O8UwFDWSSksO2iAJA1KnKEzF8s9f7NxLF7s7X0AzP5gk/s320/mavita.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Do you have someone in mind?” I asked him jokingly. He
laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, but I can as well marry Mercy the girl from Coast.” He
said jokingly. For whatever reason, that made my heart race a little. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Do you admire her?” I asked Ken jokingly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ken avoided the question and tried to change the topic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Did Baba boy beat up Jade? I did not want him to beat the
boy. The boy is young.” Ken said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, I pleaded with him not to.” I told Ken. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ken suddenly lifted up some hay bales to arrange them
properly in the store and I could not fail to see how veiny his hands were.
That ignited some desire for him and I wished we were alone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO08CtkgSPbJw1Z1JWBVrbq6MFaVpOPp4lBFHQVxO9mliIPK_c4oIVTqLy4gfmR8hKg4PGT-nxMsrioeoXs6fSmbROwmEAi-FyyyhSOjYBzjRWzGWqUVvYVBeMsZJeUWB6LwtSYDJsk5k/s1600/FEMICARE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO08CtkgSPbJw1Z1JWBVrbq6MFaVpOPp4lBFHQVxO9mliIPK_c4oIVTqLy4gfmR8hKg4PGT-nxMsrioeoXs6fSmbROwmEAi-FyyyhSOjYBzjRWzGWqUVvYVBeMsZJeUWB6LwtSYDJsk5k/s320/FEMICARE.jpg" width="274" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Let me assist you.” I told him and tried to lift up the hay
but it was heavy. Ken came over and assisted me to lift it but as I was
overstepping some other items in the store, I slipped and fell backwards. I
landed on top of some other hay stacks but at the same time, Ken slipped and
almost fell on top of me. I felt a sudden heat rush seeing him hovering on me
and I just wished he would simply let go his hand and land on me. I felt like
hugging him. But as I was thinking he extended his hand to help me stand up. He
whisked me with his hand and within no time I was up on my feet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Be careful, you might get hurt inside here.” Ken told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I told you to be arranging these things properly.” I told
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I know my way inside here since I am the one who works here
often.” He was defensive.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You shall get strong children.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“May be, may be not.” He said without going into further
details.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Do you wish to get any more children?” Ken asked me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! No! 2 are enough. With this economy it is not easy
having a big family.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But you are rich…not like us who earn nearly nothing.” Ken
said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I could not argue with that since I also knew if my husband
earned the much Ken earned we would miss a lot of basis needs. In fact, I felt
like Ken would need a better job if he is to ever get a family.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I continued to help him arrange the store as we talked. It
was dark outside but inside the store there was a light bulb.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Thank you, madam, I need to lock the store.” Ken told me
after I finished doing what I was doing. I did not feel like going out without
hugging him or holding him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I suddenly held him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ken, kiss me.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What? I told you I don’t like kissing and besides this is
dangerous your children might see us and report you to master.” Ken said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“They are in the house.” I told him. I looked straight into
his eyes. He however bent to look outside as if to confirm that there was no
one close by.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All right.” He said and without wasting time, he bent and
planted an awkward kiss on my lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, kiss me better.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“How?” He asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Let me show you.” I told him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I pulled his head towards me as I readied my lips to give
him a kiss. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just as I was about to plant a kiss on him, I suddenly heard
my son’s voice say, “I have seen you, I will come and report you to daddy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My heart sank and I felt like I would get torn into two due
to sudden fear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You see, you see what I am telling you?! You will get me
into serious trouble.” Ken told me and suddenly released me and headed for the
door. As he rushed to the door, I saw Jade rush away laughing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“My God! Has he seen us?” I found myself asking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Obvious! Why else would he say he has seen?” Ken said
sounding angry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I walked outside and headed towards my house with my heart
beating so fast I could hear it. I sat in the coach for a while and called my
son.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Jade, come here.” I called him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He meekly came and sat close to me. I knew I had to try and
bribe him not to tell his daddy anything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I will buy for you a small bicycle that you have been
asking about. Remember it?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! Yes, I still remember it. Please buy for me tomorrow
please.” Jade urged.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Don’t buy for him alone, buy mine too!” His sister suddenly
said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I will buy for you both, you are nice children.” I told
them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I however could not find the right words to ask him what he
saw and I just hopped he would be overexcited over getting a new bike as to
forget it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I was about to ask him, my husband came in and both children
rushed to welcome him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They both sat close to their daddy I could not even get them
to come to where I sat. I however just concentrated on the TV hoping that he
will forget.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mercy served us food and as we sat at the dinning table eating, the children
concentrated on how Mercy was eating.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Auntie, why do you eat with your hands? Why not use a
spoon?” Jade asked. Jade was very talkative little boy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“We on coast are used to eating with our hands.” Mercy told
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But it is dirty.” Josephine said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, you wash your hands and use them to eat. You can try.”
Mercy said smiling. The little girl looked at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Mummy, can I wash my hands and eat with them?” She asked
me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, try.” I told her. I was still hoping that Jade will
forget.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Josephine got eating with her hands and she giggled all
through while making a lot of droppings all over the table such that Jade began
to laugh at her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Stop eating like a dog!” Jade told Josephine who was now
sipping some soap from the plate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ken knocked and came in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Good evening Master.” He greeted my husband.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! Good evening, please join us for supper.” My husband
told him and he sat down with us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When Mercy went to serve Ken, suddenly Jade looked at Ken
and smiled before looking at his daddy. I felt sudden fear engulf me. I
silently held my breath. I wanted to call him and start sweet talking him when
he suddenly told his father. “Daddy, can I tell you something…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">>>To be continued>><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But Ken completely refused to be convinced until I had to go
back. When I got to my bedroom my husband was still snoring. But it suddenly
dawned on me what I was about to do and the rinks involved and it really made
me so afraid I did not get to sleep immediately. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sure enough, I risked being caught. I may have thought my
husband was asleep, but what if he suddenly woke up?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You have to hire a permanent maid unlike Nekesa who only comes during day
time.” My husband told me immediately I woke up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why? I was not interested in hiring a maid, besides the
children are in boarding school and we only need her when the children are
around.” I told My husband.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You are over working, working during day time then coming
in the evening to continue with house hold chores.” My husband told me. He was
making sense.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All right, we can get to talk to Nekesa and see if she will
accept the deal.” I told my husband.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“And by the way where had you gone yesterday night? I
briefly woke up and found you not in bed.” My husband asked me. I felt like
some electric current had passed down my spine until I felt sudden weakness.
So, I thought he had not known I had gone outside?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I heard the dogs barking so I went outside to see what was
wrong.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You would have left Ken to check since he always checks or
you would have woken me up.” He told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I thought you are too tired after the journey.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh! Yea. I was too damn tired. I have a lot of work to do
today, let me get prepared.” My husband said as he noticed it was almost 8 am. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After he wore his shoes, suddenly his shoe lace got untied.
He tried to bend so as to tie it but could not since he had gotten a bigger pot
belly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Let me tie for you.” I told him. He stood up upright and
let me tie for him his shoe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You mean I have gotten this big until I cannot bend
properly?” He asked jokingly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPypS0IOuFb6vRJBwqHcN93Qj-X-t55KwSRZ8solmVqdhR9LaKse_TDom8mGYCqz6_LCUy9VjwpPO5alQw25N2j2dYyWGEk2O8UwFDWSSksO2iAJA1KnKEzF8s9f7NxLF7s7X0AzP5gk/s1600/mavita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1200" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPypS0IOuFb6vRJBwqHcN93Qj-X-t55KwSRZ8solmVqdhR9LaKse_TDom8mGYCqz6_LCUy9VjwpPO5alQw25N2j2dYyWGEk2O8UwFDWSSksO2iAJA1KnKEzF8s9f7NxLF7s7X0AzP5gk/s400/mavita.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, you should do more physical exercises or join a gym to
cut some weight.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“When will I get that time? There is no time for that.” He
told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, you can make time. At least one hour of your day is
enough.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Have you begun to compare me with some other men?” He
suddenly asked. Whenever I brought to him the issue of losing weight he always
got defensive. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But my dear, when I we got married you were not this big.”
I tried to tell him not wanting to sound offensive. He was only 5 feet and 6
inches tall yet he weighed a whole 112 kg yet when we got married he weighed
nearly half of that. Even though I had gained some weight, I was always ranging
between 55 kg and 60 kg. I always walked to work whenever I was not in a hurry
to see if I could maintain that weight since I hated being fat. But my husband
did not care much of it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You should be happy you have a husband; some women do not
have even that husband to keep bothering. Besides, what matters is that we love
each other.” He barked at me. I wish he knew how much I detested having sex
with him since he always left me feeling tired instead of satisfied. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I just kept quiet since I did not want to get drawn into
another argument.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Time moved fast and our children returned and thus our part time house girl
also returned. So I wanted to negotiate with her if she would agree to be
staying with us but she completely refused saying she had other projects she
was doing during the times she was not with us and so she opted to go and let
us hire a full time maid.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">During one of our tea breaks at work, I decided to ask my
friend some advice on how to get a nice maid.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Just make sure not to get a beautiful maid, otherwise she
will be a co-wife soon. These men are not to be trusted more so when they have
beautiful women around. Make sure to hire a thin lady, men are easily attracted
to ladies with rounded hips. Also avoid yello yellow types otherwise she will
soon outdo you with beauty and be sure your husband will start seducing her.”
Celestine told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Or Ken will start fucking her.” I said jokingly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But that is not a problem, he is just an employee, or you
are not becoming protective of him?” Celestine asked me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, just that I think if they get close he could compromise
his job or stop wanting me.” I said. Celestine just laughed at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All right, get a maid who is not attractive, for the sake
of the two men in your compound. Attractive maids have the capacity to destroy
a marriage, be careful. You should have retained that Luhya lady most Luhya
ladies are naturally ugly with no sexual appeal.” Celestine told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Damn! I keep telling you to stop being tribal!” I told
Celestine but he laughed at me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Come on! Am being honest with you. Taita ladies are known
for being brown, Luo ladies are known for having well rounded buttocks, Kikuyu
ladies are known for having pretty faces, Kambas ladies are known for their
sexual attractiveness and nice hips, Swahili ladies are known for being
extremely polite and thus winning men with a lot of ease, Luhya ladies are
known for being ugly and not attractive, I can go on and on…” Celestine told
me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All right, I have heard you.” I told Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I know of a friend of mine in Coast, I will tell him to
find for you a Giriama house girl. Giriamas are known to be very obedient, not
so attractive and naïve too; at least she will not be a threat to you or to
your 2 boys at home.” Celestine said like a joke but she meant my husband and
Ken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That evening, I discussed with my husband about where I
wanted to get a live-in maid and he was ok with it so long as she would be hard
working.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After a few days, the girl from Coast by the name Mercy Mapenzi reported to our
home. Apparently, she was so good at picking up directions such that she was
just directed by Celestine and came straight to our place. In itself, that was
amazing.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She was a short lady, not as dark as I thought she would be
if at all Celestine’s advice was to go by in fact she was brown but looked
emaciated. She was also soft spoken and did not know how to speak English at
all but was fluent in Swahili.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“So where do you come from?” I asked her as I introduced her
to her work that evening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I am from a village called Watamu, in Malindi.” She told
me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“How do you find this place?” I asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“It is too cold I feel like I will get pneumonia.” She said
with a smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You will get used to.” I told her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Apparently, as I had expected, she did not know how to cook
most of the foods that we liked but I volunteered to teach her how to cook.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I have heard so many stories about Coast, that there are
jinis. Is it true?” Ken asked Mercy as we both relaxed in the evening having
our supper. We had told Ken to come over so that we can have dinner together
all of us as a family.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Come on! Ken, those are all tales, nothing of the sort.” My
husband told Ken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Baba, it is true. There are Jinis at Coast, some are good
jinis but some are bad. Depending on your faith you might see them or not.”
Mercy told us. That scared me a little.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Have you ever seen a jini?” Ken asked Mercy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, you cannot see them but you just see what they do. They
harm people.” Mercy told us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“People see innocent cats and assume they are jinis.” My
husband said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I am disliking this conversation you are scaring me now.” I
told them. Mercy just smiled and told me, “Sorry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Suddenly, we heard a blood curling scream coming from our
children’s bedroom. Our first-born daughter screamed making all of us freeze
momentarily not knowing what to do. Even my husband just sat there as if not
sure what to do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> It was Ken who
reacted fast and headed towards their bedroom charged like a rhino about to
fight. My husband followed close behind him. He got into their bedroom since
the door was not locked and switched on the lights before suddenly assuming a
fighting stance ready to hit anyone or anything that could be inside that
bedroom. He had folded his fist making his hands look like those of a boxer. My
two children were coiled close to the wall seemingly so scared.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What is it?” My husband asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I saw a devil staring at me!” My daughter said. I nearly
fell down with fear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“A what??!” My husband asked. By that time, Ken was already
looking under the bed to see if there was something under it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“The devil came suddenly, lifted my blanket and stared at
me!” our daughter said with a lot of fear in her. I nearly pissed myself in my
pants.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Jesus Christ!” I found myself saying.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My husband looked inside their wardrobe but suddenly, Ken
brought out something from under the bed. It was a scary dark brown mask like
those worn in Halloween, so scary and it had white fangs protruding like those
of a vampire in it like a jackal, so ugly it was such that it had red horns on
it, and to make the matter worse, it was glowing in the dark!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What is this? Where did it come from?” My husband asked
suddenly taking the mask from Ken. I nearly ran out of that room were it not
for being with the two men in the room. The mask was so damn scary merely
looking at it made me shiver and shake with a lot of fear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Suddenly, our son who was younger stood up and said, “Daddy,
I am sorry. I am the one who wore the mask to scare Angela. Please don’t beat
me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">>>To be continued>><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Narrated by Anthony Kerry. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I did not know what to tell him or whether to feel offended.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All right, not a must.” I told him and he breathed a sigh
of relief. I however suddenly lost interest in sex but just lay there on the
coach while we watched a movie together talking about various issues.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At almost midnight, Ken excused himself to go to sleep and
since I was also feeling sleepy, I also immediately went to bed as soon as he
left.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">======<a name='more'></a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yesterday I tried to introduce my boy to cunnilingus and he was so disgusted.”
I told Celestine when we met the following day at work.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“The boy is still naïve, take him slowly with time he will
be a real man.” Celestine told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But I sucked him until he spilled everything!” I told
Celestine. She looked at me for a while and laughed very hard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You are a bad girl.” Celestine told me and laughed even
more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Imagine he said that my thing is a sewage!” I told
Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Well, if you get a man who can take his mouth down there,
consider yourself lucky, most women will never know the joy of having a smooth
tongue and soft lips running over their private garden of love.” Celestine told
me. It is when I remembered I had stayed with it for some years, though my
husband used to do it to me, he eventually stopped for whatever reasons.
Besides, he never used to seem like he liked it since he would do for just a
few seconds and proceed with penetration. Only one of my exes used to give it
to me full blown until I would cry due to pleasure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hey, what are you thinking? You are lost…” Celestine
brought me back to reality so suddenly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! Nothing, I just miss it.” I told her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You already miss your boy?” Celestine asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, I miss some mouth job, that is all.” I told Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Take him slowly, he will catch up. Don’t force him or he
will hate you.” Celestine told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I will promise him a reward should he do it to me nicely.”
I told Celestine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Not necessary, just make him want it. Be creative and see how
it goes. Just be cautious.” Celestine told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Soon after, Celestine went to her office and left me at my
office doing some work. The day’s weather was warm with some intermittent
clouds that made the weather so conducive. I did my work with a smile, for
whatever reasons, I was feeling happy and contented as if I had accomplished
something. At least I was sure I would not get pregnant since I was in some
type of family planning. Pregnancy was the last thing in my mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO08CtkgSPbJw1Z1JWBVrbq6MFaVpOPp4lBFHQVxO9mliIPK_c4oIVTqLy4gfmR8hKg4PGT-nxMsrioeoXs6fSmbROwmEAi-FyyyhSOjYBzjRWzGWqUVvYVBeMsZJeUWB6LwtSYDJsk5k/s1600/FEMICARE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO08CtkgSPbJw1Z1JWBVrbq6MFaVpOPp4lBFHQVxO9mliIPK_c4oIVTqLy4gfmR8hKg4PGT-nxMsrioeoXs6fSmbROwmEAi-FyyyhSOjYBzjRWzGWqUVvYVBeMsZJeUWB6LwtSYDJsk5k/s320/FEMICARE.jpg" width="274" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I got home in the evening I found Ken playing with our dogs. He had
completed his work and it seemed he was enjoying running with our dogs. I stood
there looking at him as he had not seen me come in but as soon as he saw me, he
stopped and the dogs ran after me. I had sneaked into the compound slowly since
I had not gone to work with my car that day so I was on foot.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Good evening, Madam Grace.” Ken casually greeted me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Good evening, Ken. Seems you had a good day. I can see you
are even done with your work.” I told him and he just smiled with some
satisfaction.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I did some chores in the evening including some laundry. As
usual, Ken joined me in the evening for supper but that particular day we did
not try to get intimate. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">However, Ken kept teasing me with words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Master must be very lucky to have a lady like you.” Ken
told me as we were eating.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why?” I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You are beautiful, you are hardworking, and you are not a
gossiper like the rest of the women in the village.” Ken told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Would you like to marry a lady who is like me?” I asked
Ken. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! Yes. If I get a younger woman who has your characters I
will marry her.” Ken told me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You should get married, you are now a grown up enough to
have a wife and family.” I told Ken. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Problem is money, I do not have enough to sustain a
family.” Ken told me. We were paying him Kshs 7,000 per month and it seemed
like that was what he meant was not enough. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I will negotiate with my husband to increase your salary.”
I told Ken. He was so happy with it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After a few days, my husband returned and he arrived at around 8 pm in the
evening having driven all the way.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Welcome home, Darling.” I greeted him as soon as he settled
in the house. I gave him some hot chocolate to drink.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I am glad to be home. How is everyone?” My husband asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“We are all fine.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Have you brought for me the Dera that I sent you?” I asked
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! I forgot. But you should be happy at least I came back
alive. Dera is not important.” He said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All right.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“The deal went on nicely, we have secured some business
deals in South Africa and I will go to South Africa within a week or 2.” My
husband told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My heart sank a bit. My husband was always travelling
leaving me lonely in the house and it did not seem to bother him that much.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I wish I would go with you.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, you must remain here to take care of the home. Besides,
if you feel like you are getting tired, you can hire a house maid to be helping
you.” He told me. To him money was never an issue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All right.” I told him but I had no intention of hiring a
maid.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Is it Ken who trimmed the flowers outside? I noticed they
are smartly trimmed on my way into the house.” My husband said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, he did, nowadays he is so hard working.” I told my
husband.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! Yes, I like him a lot. We never had a good farm hand
man like Ken.” My husband said. When the word good was said, my heart skipped a
beat since I knew how far that goodness extended after my husband went to
Mombasa.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I think it would be wise to motivate him, like increase his
salary. He has been with us for sometime now.” I told my husband. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, the money we are paying him is enough.” My husband said
firmly. I knew better not to insist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When we went to sleep, I tried to caress my husband just to
have him close to me since he was tired but he told me he just wanted to sleep
as he was tired. I let him sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I however was feeling so horny that night to an extent I was
feeling uncomfortable. I looked at my husband soundly sleeping. My whole body
was feeling hot and tingly to an extent I could not fall asleep. I thought of
masturbating but I knew it never really satisfied me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That is when an outrageous idea came over me. I woke up and
went outside wearing a night dress. I top toed to Ken’s sleeping quarters and
knocked. Ken opened but was so surprised to see me there. As soon as he opened,
I just got inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Are you surprised to see me here at this time?” I asked
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He looked outside quickly and turned to face me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Madam, you will get me into trouble, please get out. What
if Baba boy finds us here?” He sounded scared.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I smiled trying to put him at ease.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I stood up and went to touch him but he quickly backed off. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Please go!” He pleaded once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Just one and I will go, we can do it quickly, please, Ken.
I am unable to sleep.” I told him trying to plead with him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Madam, this is madness now! If Baba boy finds you here I am
dead. He will surely kill me. Why do you want to put me into trouble? Please go
now, GO!” He talked firmly. I however threw myself onto him such that my
nipples pressed his body hard. He was only wearing a short and a vest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was so determined to have a quickie with him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">>>To be continued>><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Narrated by Anthony Kerry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kiasmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768977255783085557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53338742904813662.post-5019756124642945202018-04-03T11:38:00.005+03:002018-04-03T11:38:54.022+03:00THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: SEVEN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We continued discussing men in general while doing our
various works in our personal laptops. Suddenly, something came into my mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Celestine, have you ever been caught perhaps? By your
husband…” I asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She looked at me for a while.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You won’t believe me. I have never been caught. You have to
be smart.” She told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“So, how often did you use to…you know….” I asked not sure
the words to use.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! I still do it. He even at times comes to visit when my
husband is not around, we do it and he goes. Or I do visit him when his wife is
not around and we do it and go. It is not a big deal. Sometimes I lie to my
husband that I have gone to the market only to go at his place, get some and go
home.” Celestine revealed to me, much to my surprise.</span></div>
<a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Damn! And do you go and have sex the same day with your
husband?” I asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! Yes, at lest his dick is the same size with my
husband’s so he hardly notices anything.” Celestine told me. This made me
shudder knowing that Ken’s dick was way larger than my husband’s. Celestine
looked at me as if reading my mind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Woe unto you if your secret lover’s thing is bigger than
your husband’s, you will get caught. He will know that it has gotten bigger.”
Celestine told me like a joke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But the vagina is meant to be elastic! How now?” I asked
her. She looked at me and laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Come on! That elasticity will obviously change if you get
something bigger, not unless……” Celestine paused.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What?” I asked her. She smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“There is this gel you can use, it is called Femicare. After
having sex with a man who has a large penis, just go apply it after washing out
his semen. Apply it continuously for three days and trust me, your vaginal
muscles will absorb it, remain tight as usual and no one will even know you got
screwed by a big thing.” Celestine told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Are you sure of what you are telling me?” I asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Very much sure. Women been doing it for a long time and men
are not wiser.” Celestine told me sounding a little mischievous.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Celestine, you knew all this and you have never told me as
a friend?” I asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But how would I have told you and perhaps you are not
interested?” Celestine asked defending herself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Well, I hope mine won’t get bigger such that my husband
will realize.” I told Celestine and she just laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Let me tell you, my dear, most men just do not care about
the size of the pussy as long as it is sweet, it gives him pleasure until he
releases, trust me, that is all there is. Only a few tell the differences most
will never know whether you fucked a donkey or a man!” Celestine told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Wow! All right.” I told her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When evening came, I got home a little late, at around 7 pm
since I had some items to buy at the market and when I got home, I found Ken
relaxing close to the cow shed admiring the cows.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“They have really gotten fat, you must be feeding them
nicely.” I teased him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! Yes, I make sure everything I do is thorough. Look at
that bull, it was small just a few months but by now it is the largest in the
shed.” Ken told me with some pride of his hard work.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! Yes, I should negotiate with my hubby to increase your
salary, you deserve a salary raise, you have been working really hard.” I told
him. He looked at me and smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Thank you.” He said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Can we go in the house? It is cold out here and I need to
keep warm.” I told him and he followed me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You look tired, Grace. Seems today you over worked.” Ken
told me. Indeed, I was tired.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We got inside and I served both of us some coffee and we sat
at the living room to enjoy our coffee. As we sat, my husband called and we
talked for about 5 minutes and he told me he will be in Mombasa for about a
week. As he was about to terminate the call I told him, “Please bring me a nice
Dera when you come back. Those Swahili dresses, I want to feel like a Swahili
woman.” He laughed and promised to bring me one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I left Ken at the living room as I went to prepare supper. I
made Ugali with some vegetables and beans.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I looked at Ken seated confidently at the coach and since he
was wearing just a T shirt, I began to admire his arms. His physique always
melted my heart with desire and had a way of igniting passion from within me
and I felt like I wanted him there and then.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, I went and sat close to him. He seemed a little more
confident with himself that day. We ate together just having some general talk
before I began to ask more about his personal life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why didn’t you finish up to form four?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“My parents were poor and after incurring a lot of school
fee balances, I simply stopped.” He told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Did you use to like learning?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hell no! I hated school. I used to fail in the subjects. I
prefer something I am doing hands on. School work is not my thing.” He told me.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“So, what do you wish to do with your life?” I asked him.
The question seemed to catch him by surprise. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I have no specific plans. I want to get some money and
perhaps get married later, have a child or two, and just live on.” He told me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Lucky is the girl who shall get married to you.” I told
him. Not sure if that was the right thing to say.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Not really, most ladies nowadays are learned and want a man
above them. Besides, with my work, I do not have much money and most women want
men with money. So, I think it will be difficult getting a lady who will love
me.” Ken said and was smiling. In my mind, I figured out that if he gets a lady
who knows what he was carrying in that trouser, perhaps the lady shall not care
whether he has money or not. But I did not want to tell him that least he
becomes too proud to suddenly but I really wanted to have it once more that
day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ken, there are ladies who do not care if you have money or
not, as long as they get your love.” I told him as if encouraging him. He
laughed a little.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There was a sudden gush of wind that blew the curtain at the
door and I told Ken to lock the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I think it is going to rain tonight, it is rather could
outside.” Ken told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After having our supper, I sat close to him and began to
caress him. Slowly by slowly, I unzipped his trousers and got his erect penis
out. It really towered above his trousers and I enjoyed caressing it and it
seemed even Ken was enjoying it. I could tell he had bathed since he had some
soap scent on him. As I caressed his penis, he caressed my breasts until he
undid the bra such that my breasts were bare in his hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I began to kiss his chest under his T shirt and slowly went
lower, my aim was to suck his penis but as soon as I touched it with my tongue,
he held my head and pushed me away gently. He looked at my eyes as if not sure
of what I was doing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You will enjoy it.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But madam, isn’t it dirty to….” He stopped talking when he
noticed at how I was looking at him. I figured out he probably had never had
someone suck his penis. I began to caress it and slowly, I kissed him until I
began to kiss its shaft. He began to groan with his deep voice silently really
arousing me. I began to caress it with my tongue from its base to the tip
taking time to run my tongue to the left, right, under his shaft up and down
avoiding its glans.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I looked at his face and behold he was closing his eyes. I
could tell he was feeling a lot of pleasure based on how he was breathing
holding his breath from time to time, adjusting his hips so that his penis
would look upward more and how he would caress my hair, my neck and my head as
I was giving him the kisses.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Suddenly, I placed my lips on his glans. That must have been
so overwhelming to him and it seemed to send a sudden thunderbolt of pleasure
in him such that he suddenly moaned loudly and before I knew it, his penis was
spilling his semen with so much force such that some of it squarely landed on
my eyes as I backed off fast to avoid being soiled by them. Some hit hair too
and the rest spilled all over his trousers as he got some spasms and trembled
all over his body and kept rocking his head from left to right with his eyes
tightly closed. His face had a grotesque expression that made me want to laugh
but I knew if I laughed he might feel embarrassed so I just held myself from
laughing. But it sure made a spectacle watching him totally lose control over
himself by such a simple act.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! My, my, my…. I am dying!” He suddenly said before
rolling over as if trying to hide his spilled seeds. I took a handkerchief I
had with me and began to clean him up his spillage before he took it from me
and wiped himself clean.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I have never felt this way, sorry I have made you dirty, I
…..” HE began talking to me but I touched his lips and told him, “Shhhh, it is
ok.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But I could see he was a little embarrassed due to his lack
of self-control. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Did it feel nice?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, it really felt nice!” he told me smiling. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I dared him. “Are you able to do that to me?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Do what?” He asked with a flat tone looking into my eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I felt my heart race.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“As in, do like what I have done to you…” I stopped talking
when I noticed at how serious he was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“NEVER! That hole where urine comes out through, where
monthly blood comes out through, which is so close to where human waste comes
out through…me take my mouth there??! Not under the sun. I cannot, pthooooooo!”
He imitated the voice of disgust as if throwing up and I could tell for real
that was something that he could not do at all, at least not that day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But we get cleaned up….” I was trying to explain to him
when he looked at me and said, “That thing is never clean, even if washed with JIK
it still would remain dirty…, that thing is like a sewage!” He was fucking
serious!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">>>To be continued>><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Narrated by Anthony Kerry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ken had the biggest penis I have ever seen in a man, he
wanted to hide it but as soon as he realized how shocked I was to see his
penis, he just let it point forward towards me while very much erect. It was so
straight and had big veins.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I slowly crossed the short distance that separated me and
Ken as we both got fully naked. I could see him naked since the security lights
outside were bright enough to illuminate inside the house. He had such a
fantastic body with hard muscles. I held him close to my body and he was hot
too probably due to raw desire. I slowly took my hand and wrapped his penis and
lo! It had the thickness of a big Buganda banana and it was so hard. I began to
caress it as Ken continued to caress my breasts. He at least knew how to caress
the breasts in as much as he was not a fan of kissing.</span></div>
<a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We slowly lowered ourselves on our sofa seat the longest
coach in the living room that had enough space for both of us as Ken positioned
himself to come on top of me. My body was already shivering when I lay with my
thighs apart not knowing whether it was desire or fear or both.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was already wet and my vagina was throbbing with desire
when Ken placed his massive penis on my labia ready to penetrate. Some sense of
fear suddenly engulfed me and my muscles tensed such that I found myself
holding his waist so as he would not come into me with much vigor. He held his
penis with his hand and placed it in my vaginal orifice. Suddenly, he pushed it
into my wet honey pot and some sharp pain pierced me to the chore of my
womanhood. It suddenly felt like someone had taken my virginity or torn my
hymen once more. I figured out I had not anticipated how it would feel to have
him penetrate me and he pet pushing himself inside me until I began to back off
a little not sure if I really wanted him to penetrate fully. My vagina felt so
full, so stretched such that I was gasping for breath as I felt his penis reach
so deep into me such that it felt a little uncomfortable making me produce an
“ouch!” sound while moaning. I held him by his waist to try to control his
depth but he pushed again once more with so much force until I could not take
it anymore and I found myself telling him, “Ken, you are hurting me, back off a
little!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He looked into my eyes and I could see animalistic raw
desire. He just held himself inside me as I lay with my thighs so parted so
wide, holding the fabric of the coach trying to arch my back to be comfortable
with my head thrown backwards. There was a mixture of pain and pleasure,
something I could not remember feeling in a long time making me remember the
first few times I had sex with a man after losing my virginity.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I could not move myself under him. He then rose upwards
suddenly and began to grind my pussy with so much force until I nearly
screamed. I held my breath, dug my fingers at his muscular back while my
muscles remained tensed as he grinded my pussy with his big hard penis that
kept coming in and out of me with so much force I felt like my abdomen was
being ripped apart. As my vaginal lubrication flowed, I began to get a little
comfortable and began to enjoy such that I raised my legs and my hips such that
our pelvic bones would meet properly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just as I was beginning to enjoy, he began to tremble on top
of me and fucked me with so much force such that waves of ecstasy swept all
over my body so suddenly and I thought I was about to reach an orgasm. Just as
the orgasmic wave began to overwhelm me, Ken groaned so loud and I knew he had
ejaculated inside of me. He immediately withdrew sending his semen spilling all
the way to my asshole as he lay besides me. It was so sudden and so fast!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I tried to feel my labias and they felt sore and as if they
were swollen from Ken’s intense and short hard fuck. But my body was burning
with raw desire since I had not gotten an orgasm and so I began to play with
his flaccid penis until it got erect once more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He mounted me again and got into my honey pot with so much
enthusiasm I nearly told him to go slow. I could fill his massive penis filling
me up so much like about to tear my pussy apart. Each time he would push it in,
I would hold my breath and as he pulled out I would moan uncontrollably until
after sometime I lost my control and began to have muscular spasms all over my
body and tears began to flow from my eyes until I rolled my head to face left
so as Ken would not see me crying. I could not really tell why I was crying but
my pussy felt on fire as it suddenly clenched his penis so hard making me feel
like there were fireworks inside me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Suddenly, orgasmic waves began to sweep across my body and I
arched my back, held Ken so tight with my hands and legs and suddenly exploded
so hard such that I momentarily saw stars and heard tingling inside my head as
if there were bells ringing deep inside my brains. I moaned softly for a
prolonged moment and lay motionless as Ken finished second round on top of me
and rolled over my side.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We lay there motionless and I began to feel like sleeping. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ken, I want to go to sleep.” I suddenly told Ken. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All right.” He just answered and did not indicate whether
he wanted to go or not.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You may go to sleep, Ken.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He stood up slowly and dressed up. I looked at his penis and
was surprised to see it so shrunken and wondered how such a small penis could
have grown into a huge dick when erect. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As Ken was leaving, he looked at me and asked me, “Grace,
are you ok?” This was the first time he was calling me by my name.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, I am ok. Just return the door I will come and lock
it.” I told Ken. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He patted my hand on his way out as if to tell me good bye
or good night and went outside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I lay there for a while and then stood up, went to the
kitchen and took a glass of water. I then headed for the bathroom and as I was
bathing, every time I touched my labias they felt like there were on fire, if
not a little swollen. Ken had vigorously fucked me and he was rough, as if he
was fucking a woman for the first time in a long time. Or perhaps it was due to
his big penis. I even washed myself down there with some warm water. As I
bathed, I kept wondering whether if my husband fucked me the following time he
will find that my pussy had expanded and thought perhaps Ken had made my
vaginal muscles a little loose. I could insert my 3 fingers freely unlike
before and I felt so sore at the entrance of my pussy. But somehow, my whole
body felt so relaxed such that it did not take much time to fall asleep as soon
as I got on my bed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I must have slept so heavily such that I did not even hear my alarm in the
morning and was woken up by sunshine illuminating right on my face through my curtain.
I pulled myself out of bed and hurriedly prepared breakfast, got myself ready
and left for work. As I was leaving, I noticed Ken had gone to fetch some hay
and was not around as the wheelbarrow trail indicated he had left. But I was
already feeling like meeting him in the evening once more for some more fuck.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Look at you! Why are you smiling?”</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Celestine asked me noting that I was seeming jovial that
morning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Follow me to my office, I will give you a story.” I told
Celestine who followed me laughing softly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Tell you what? I got my boy last night and oh! Girl! The
boy has a huge gun below his belt, he drove me nuts I nearly lost myself!” I
told Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Come on! Don’t make me wish to sample it too!” Celestine
said jokingly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! The boy is mine…” I told Celestine as if sounding
protective.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Your boy is in Mombasa, remember.” Celestine told me
jokingly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, Ken is my boy, the other one is my man.” I told
Celestine who laughed at the statement.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ehe, tell me more…” Celestine urged me but as I was about
to talk, our secretary knocked at the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Come in, Annie.” Annie was her name. She was a soft spoken,
short light skinned girl and a little petite and always had a soft smile on her
face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Madam, there is someone who wish to see you.” Annie told
me. I got curious to know who wanted to see me. I however went to our premises
front office and behold Ken stood there waiting for me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Sorry, Madam. I tried to call and you were not picking so I
came. I needed some money to buy some more cattle feed.” He told me. It was
when I suddenly remembered I did not carry my phone. I had completely forgotten
it. It made me ask myself was Ken confusing me now or what?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! I forgot my phone. Please fetch it for me. I will give
you the keys. It is in our bedroom at the left drawer of our bed. Please go and
bring it for me.” I told Ken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All right.” He said as soon as I gave him the money and the
keys.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Can’t imagine I forgot my phone.” I told Celestine as soon
as Ken left.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“The boy is getting into you. He has gotten more handsome,
you know…” Celestine told me with a wink. She sounded like she also secretly
admired Ken. I did not know why but my feeling was beginning to get protective
towards Ken and I could not want him to have another woman, at least a woman I
know.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Within no time Ken had gotten back and given me my phone. He
used our farm bicycle so it was easy for him to go fast, and the bicycle used
to help him to commute different places.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“By the way, Grace, do you know that most of these lowly men
are not ugly? They are just broke but if they got enough money, they would all
suddenly seem handsome. They would dress nicely, get nice haircut, apply some
lotions and have smooth skin etc. and be handsome. Besides due to their hard
labor most are naturally chiseled unlike our husbands who have bodies which
seem like old women’s bodies due to lack of exercises.” Celestine told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hmm, I will experiment with Ken. I will start urging him to
wear nicely and to take care of himself to see how much good he can look and
feel.” I told Grace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Try and you will see much difference. Remember, don’t end
up falling in love with him you will really complicate things.” Celestine told
me. The statement touched my heart. I knew I would afford to fool around with
Ken but not to allow myself get carried away by the state of affairs. I had
heard many women say there are no men who really confuses women more than broke
men who are great in bed. Probably that was true owing to the fact that most
broke men also happen to be stallions in bed. The nature of their jobs just makes
them strong and which woman would not wish to be held by a strong man, to be
hugged by a man with a chiseled chest, with nice biceps you can caress, with a
nice masculine body that would make you feel like a young girl once more? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Celestine added, “We women are pretenders. We pretend that
what matters in a man is money, but trust me, for a woman who already has her
own money, money does not matter, but having a man who looks like a man really
matters. I hate it when we undress and I see my man having love handles like a
woman, having a pot belly like a pregnant woman, having round soft thighs like
a woman, having a flabby chest like woman whose boobs are sagging due to old
age, having folds all over the skin due to being fat. Yak! I hate fat men and
nowadays fat men are all over. You go with a man, and when caressing him in bed
you feel like you have a fellow woman in bed. This is why we sometimes go for
young athletic men who will make us feel like women once more.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Damn! Celestine!!” I found myself exclaiming out!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">>>To be continued>><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Narrated by Anthony Kerry<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It did not take long to prepare my husband to leave as he
was to leave very early to avoid being caught up in the traffic jam in the
morning rush hour.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Kiss me good bye.” I told my husband on his way out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! I am in a hurry.” My husband told me as he stood on the
door on his way out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All right, go well.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He got outside, got into his car and rolled on his way
towards the gate. Ken opened the gate for him and closed behind him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I went to work that morning feeling a little confused not
sure of what I really wanted. When I met Celestine in the morning, she was
quick to notice that I was not quiet all right.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTc0hTPgRJCHaSS8VY_QmjCLTI1my46RWvK0wXuC4Nzn3_-yil1NXnhn1ahfFBqQt9_m9L9CDLOqNL1y1EcEMaVUgQnewlCtCBUj60wM7p_fPPmTKU0xSnqCi2zHQe07aR3WsJ1KSxJzU/s1600/shambaboy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="364" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTc0hTPgRJCHaSS8VY_QmjCLTI1my46RWvK0wXuC4Nzn3_-yil1NXnhn1ahfFBqQt9_m9L9CDLOqNL1y1EcEMaVUgQnewlCtCBUj60wM7p_fPPmTKU0xSnqCi2zHQe07aR3WsJ1KSxJzU/s320/shambaboy.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“My husband is becoming colder each day. He is so busy with
his work he no longer cares about my feelings.” I told Celestine.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“That is what pushed me into having an affair. I was
emotionally starved, I really wanted someone to talk to, to hold, to open up to,
someone to comfort my feelings etc. I wish men would just understand that money
is not everything in a relationship.” Celestine told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I wish he had more time with me, or at least the little
time he has with me he gives me all his attention. When he comes home, he just
buries himself in his laptop, only talks to me when making a request. Even sex
he only has it with me when he gets an erection and that leaves me wanting.” I
told Celestine not sure if I was telling her too much.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Celestine looked at me for a whole. She seemed to be sizing
up my hips for whatever reason. “A beautiful woman like you deserves some
passion. Come on, let the old man look for money, you have someone to cater for
that at least within your compound.” Celestine told me and winked. She seemed
to approve of my desire for my shamba boy for the first time. It made my heart
skip a beat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The day progressed on well with little work to do save for
the balancing of the cash books, producing a financial report and sending it to
the boss, the rest of the time I spent it on Facebook chatting with some
friends randomly catching up with some gossips here and there. I was in this
popular Facebook group where women talked openly about their affairs and it
seemed like it was the order of the day. Some stories were so juicy they seemed
to fantasy or plain lies but they really made me curious until I began to
comment on them just to see how the people will respond to them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Most women did not seem bothered with the fact that they had
affairs with their drivers, gym instructors, gym mates who they worked out
with, watchmen and some even had more bizarre stores of having affairs with
street boys! This seemed to give me courage with my desire for Ken who at least
was not a street boy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When evening came, I passed by the local shopping center to
buy some few items and drove home slowly having some random thoughts. My
husband had not called to tell me if he arrived to Mombasa safely but my phone
which would give his location indicated that he was in Mombasa. I got home and
found Ken cutting some grass for the cattle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hi, Ken. “I greeted him as usual.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hi.” He replied.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Do you mind coming in the evening?” I asked him immediately
I parked my car. He looked at me as if weighing his answer before saying yes
and continuing with his work.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
When Ken came, it didn’t take me long to see that he was eager and had gained
some confidence owing to the fact that I had spent some time with him in the
house alone in the few previous days. He even wore more decently unlike how he
used to wear. He was also livelier that evening.</div>
<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Immediately after supper, I surprised him with a question,
“Ken, have you ever had an HIV test?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What for? I am clean.” He answered immediately with
confidence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I want to test you.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He looked at me surprised. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why? I fear that test.” He told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I want to have you without a condom that is why I want to.”
I told him. His face lit up and I could see some anxiety in his expression.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All right, if you insist.” He told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It did not take long to test him since I had done it before
I got married and I was so thrilled to see that he was HIV negative.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why don’t you accept to kiss me?” I asked him. I pointed to
him a scene in the movie we were watching where a couple were kissing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He looked at me for a while and said, “Isn’t it wrong to
lick someone’s saliva?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It occurred to me he might have never really kissed someone.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Have you ever kissed a girl?” I asked Ken. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hmm, no. Not that where the lips get together but I have.”
He told me. He sounded honest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Have you had sex before?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He laughed a little.” At my age, do you expect I had not had
sex? I have.” He told me. Made me a little jealous of the girl he had it with.
But at least it gave me hope he would know what to do with me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I want to kiss you.” I told him not sure how he would
react. I felt a heat rush by just saying that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He just looked at me smiling. I moved closer to him and
began to get closer to his face with my face. He suddenly held me by my jawbone
and pulled me towards him, planted an awkward kiss on my lips for a few seconds
and released me immediately. I felt a sudden rush of desire all over my veins
as I hoped he would do more but sensing that he was not comfortable with it, I
just began to caress his chest just trying to make him feel comfortable with
me. He also folded his arm around my waist as I lay on his broad chest
caressing his hard abs and triceps. I was really enjoying the feeling of his
hard muscles such that I did not realize he had began to unbutton my blouse. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Suddenly I felt his hand rest on my bra as he began to play
with my boobs making me feel like a college girl who had just discovered that
she has some feminine feeling hitherto she knew nothing of. The way Ken behaved
with me made me feel like I was a school girl still exploring her bodily
desires. It was a strange feeling which I could not remember feeling in a long
time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I began kissing his neck slowly and he responded by holding
me even tighter. I then gently pushed him to lie on the long coach and I lay
myself on top of his hard body lengthwise. It really melted me such that I let
myself lay freely on top of him as he held me on his chest. He began caressing
my bums under my skirt and slowly began to unzip it and within no time, I only
had my underpants between my bums and his hands. I also began to undress him
and this time he did not resist as the previous day and slowly by slowly I
undressed him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Can we switch off the lights?” He asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Are you afraid to be naked in front of me?” I asked him. He
looked at me sheepishly like a young boy. I could see naivety and some
innocence in his eyes. He was not as experienced sexually.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, I am a little afraid, you know…..” He cut short his
sentence as he noticed my naked boobs facing him. I gasped as I beheld his
surprised gaze like he really did not expect to see me like that. I had removed
my own bra without his knowledge.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All right, let me switch them off.” I told him and stood up
to go and switch of the lights so as he would be comfortable with me, at least
I knew it would make it a little better.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is when I turned to face him just before I switched off
the lights that I got to saw his erect organ directly facing me as he began to
lower his trousers and what I saw made me suddenly hold my breath, made my whole-body
shiver and made my legs suddenly feel weak.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">>>To be continued>><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As narrated by Anthony Kerry, Story teller.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kiasmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768977255783085557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53338742904813662.post-64479789856810987622018-03-21T16:05:00.003+03:002018-03-21T16:05:57.758+03:00THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: FOUR<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTc0hTPgRJCHaSS8VY_QmjCLTI1my46RWvK0wXuC4Nzn3_-yil1NXnhn1ahfFBqQt9_m9L9CDLOqNL1y1EcEMaVUgQnewlCtCBUj60wM7p_fPPmTKU0xSnqCi2zHQe07aR3WsJ1KSxJzU/s1600/shambaboy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="364" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTc0hTPgRJCHaSS8VY_QmjCLTI1my46RWvK0wXuC4Nzn3_-yil1NXnhn1ahfFBqQt9_m9L9CDLOqNL1y1EcEMaVUgQnewlCtCBUj60wM7p_fPPmTKU0xSnqCi2zHQe07aR3WsJ1KSxJzU/s320/shambaboy.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Come in!” I said instinctively and held my breath to see
who would come in. I did not even turn as I just wanted it to be a surprise to
my psychology.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Honey, I am home!” A voice so familiar to my memory talked
sending chills down my spine as I turned to see who it was.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To my shock, it was my husband who had come home abruptly
and announced unlike the days before. I however stood up and went to give him a
hug.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Welcome home, darling.” I told my husband but my heart sank
with the knowledge that had it passed a few minutes I probably would have been
caught red handed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I am sorry I did not call you to tell you I am coming. It
was so abrupt and we are on our way to Mombasa for another business meeting to
meet some Asian partners who supply us with the merchandise. In fact, I just
passed by, I will not even sleep home tonight. I would have gone to Mombasa
directly but did not think it is right to just pass over without seeing you.”
My husband told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! That is nice. Then let me serve you supper right away.”
I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I served him the food fast and we ate together while
watching a movie. As we were eating and talking, there was someone calling him
on his phone telling him not to be late. However, Ken did not come for supper
as it was possible he did not want to come while my husband was there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was already dark, at around 9 pm when my husband left. I
would have wished he slept over to take care of my horniness but did not as he
was up chasing deals. I did not know whether to feel happy for that, or to just
tell him how much I missed to be with him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As soon as he left, I called Ken over his phone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why didn’t you join us for supper?” I asked Ken once he got
inside the house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He smiled and said, “I did not want to come when the master
was here.” He said. That is how he used to call my husband.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“He has travelled to Mombasa, probably will be back in 3
days’ time.” I told Ken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ken laughed a little.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Sometimes people go home unexpected, so it is risky.
Besides, Master has keys for the main gate and main door. Aren’t you afraid you
might get caught?” Ken asked and the manner he spoke I knew he was up to some
of what I expected.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“He cannot come without telling me.” I lied to Ken but for
the first time I knew my husband can come without telling me and that was
really unsettling to me. I even began to think what would happen if my husband
caught me red handed having sex with our shamba boy. But I evaluated my
feelings and knew I had reached a point of no return.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I served Ken his food and we ate talking about nothing in
particular. At around 11 pm, I gathered the courage and went to sit on the
coach next to him. He just looked at me and smiled. The house was warm due to
the heater that was on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“It is not cold in here.” Ken noted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, you can even remove your sweater and you will be
comfortable.” I told Ken who instinctively removed his sweater and inside he
was wearing a tight brown T shirt. Immediately he removed it, I began to caress
his arms. He turned to face me. He was bold that evening and it was working to
my advantage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I leaned forward and tried to kiss him but he backed off.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Don’t you want to kiss me?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Madam, how can I drink someone else’ saliva?” He asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No! it is just kissing.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He however placed his hand on my left boob and that made me
feel suddenly so aroused. We continued to caress and I reached for his trouser
and began to unzip it. But Ken stopped me when I tried to reach for his pajama
he stopped me. He did not want me to touch his penis.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ken, I just want you to fuck me, please.” I told him
gathering all the courage to tell him raw and direct. He looked at me as if
surprised but did not react. He however reached for my tight-fitting skirt and
unzipped it. He removed it and threw it to the floor. He then reached for my
underpants and removed it slowly without really looking at my eyes. His
movements were a little mechanical and I wished we would romance some more. I
figured out he could be inexperienced or just naïve or both.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He then pulled me to lie on the long coach that we were on
and he slowly lowered himself on top of me without taking off his clothes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Won’t you remove the rest of my clothes or won’t you remove
your clothes?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“We can still do it like this.” Ken said smiling faintly. He
sure was not romantic at all. I even tried to touch his penis but he backed off
a little not allowing me to even feel it at all leave alone to see it. He
however wiggled himself a little bit on top of me and I knew he was removing
his penis in preparation to penetrate me when suddenly my phone rang. He looked
at me as if not sure if I will indeed want to pick it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On looking at the screen, it was my husband calling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I tensed as I picked it while Ken sat down with his legs
crossed not wanting me to see his penis. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hello.” I answered the phone. It was almost midnight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hello, our journey has been postponed, I was thinking of
sleeping over to the hotel but since I am not far, I feel I can still drive
home. I thought you would be asleep but I wanted to tell you I am on my way.”
My husband said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“It is ok, I am still watching a move, just come you shall
go tomorrow.” I told him. He hung up and I knew he was indeed on his way home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“My husband is coming.” I told Ken. The shock on his eyes
you would have thought I had told him he is right at the door coming in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He stood up fast and turned the other way to whisk his penis
inside his trouser. He did not give me a chance to even see it. He then wore
his sweater fast and wanted to go out through the back door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You can still go through the front door.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, let me go through the kitchen door.” He told me and
walked fast towards the back door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I escorted him on his way out and he disappeared behind the
house on his way to his sleeping servant quarters. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After he was gone, I thought for a while and imagined how
risky whatever I was trying to do. I surely would have been caught twice in one
day! I even thought I would just abandon the whole mission all together.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;">
When my husband finally came, he told me he was tired and just wanted to go to
sleep. We went to bed together but I was still so horny from fantasizing about
Ken. I tried to romance my husband to see if he would at least make love to me
but no sooner had he settled on bed than he went to sleep immediately leaving
me feeling like my body was about to explode anytime with intense desire. I
even harbored thoughts of sneaking to Ken’s place and get a good fuck and
return to bed when my husband was sleeping but thought that was even riskier.</div>
<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had no choice than to put my hand in between my thighs,
press my clitoris hard and go to sleep hoping that once sleep overtook me, I
would cool down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">******<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ken lay on top of me on the coach and the house was dim.
Without wasting time, he removed his hard penis and as fast as he could manage,
he pushed it so hard inside me making me feel like he was tearing my vagina
apart. He kept pushing it until I could not take it anymore and began to back
of slowly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ken, you are hurting me.” I told him but he just kept
going. He held me by my shoulders and pushed himself so deep into my vagina
deeper than anyone had ever reached inside me. I felt like all my body was
consummated by his massive penis. He began fucking me so hard giving me no
chance to even lift my hips to adjust myself and be a little comfortable with
his rhythm. He kept going like he was turbo charged for about 3 minutes and
suddenly he formed a grotesque facial expression and I knew he was about to
ejaculate inside me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ken, withdraw please don’t cum inside me!” I tried begging
him but he did not even listen to me as he suddenly trembled so hard on top of
me and I knew he had spilled everything inside me. Suddenly he withdrew and I
could feel some semen spilling outside my vagina towards my anus. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In that short period, I felt like my vagina had been torn as
if I was a virgin once more. I could not move for some time and I lay there
motionless as Ken tucked his penis fast such that I did not even see it but I
could tell his penis was bigger than the one I was used to. Suddenly, Ken moved
me by my shoulders.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Wake up!” He told me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">******</span></div>
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I suddenly woke up and found that I was having a dream. It was my husband
telling me to wake up to prepare him to go to Mombasa. I felt a little ashamed
that I could dream of another man with my husband lying just next to me.</div>
<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I dragged myself out of bed at around 5 am and went to the
kitchen to prepare some drinking chocolate for him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">>>To be continued>><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Narrated by <a href="https://www.facebook.com/PassionateKerry" target="_blank">Anthony Kerry.</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kiasmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768977255783085557noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53338742904813662.post-89878367485373593962018-03-20T12:19:00.000+03:002018-03-19T12:22:35.602+03:00THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: THREE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I had cooked even some nice tea with tea masala.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">So, we sat watching the movie not knowing how to let the cat
out of the bag and let Ken know my desires.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“So, Ken how do you lift such heavy sacks, a while 90 kg?
you must be so strong!” I told him trying to tease him along with words. He
laughed a little.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Madam, they are not 90 kg, they are 70 kg. I told you I do
exercises to remain strong since my work is physically tasking and demanding.”
Ken told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Oh! I had not noticed, all right.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Ken, are you married?” I asked him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Oh! No. If I was married you would know.” Ken told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Do you have a girl friend?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“No, not at the moment. We broke up some months a go so am
still single.” Ken told me smiling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I imagined what to tell him. I tried to rehearse words in my
mind but no matter what I thought, I could not seem to bring out my thoughts
clearly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Ken, were I to tell you a secret, would you let someone
else know?” I suddenly asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“No, madam. Trust me, no one would know. I am excellent with
keeping secrets.” Ken said with confidence. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“I have this secret I had always wanted to let you know.” I
told him and paused to gauge his reaction. I could see his eagerness. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3jis9syKrx03Tkpz8VMPXkeekFde6vlUDEY5brqoaAMW5IoeLSi9puJWEoUniZRIdr4PvxZ32wL1v17pkiAA_FxKaAYXZRqeDMS2xHfknznUoNyKTrgbzvT24sX_UNnenmXV55eipqM/s1600/SUPERLADY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3jis9syKrx03Tkpz8VMPXkeekFde6vlUDEY5brqoaAMW5IoeLSi9puJWEoUniZRIdr4PvxZ32wL1v17pkiAA_FxKaAYXZRqeDMS2xHfknznUoNyKTrgbzvT24sX_UNnenmXV55eipqM/s320/SUPERLADY.jpg" width="320" /></span></a><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Tell me, no problem.” Ken urged me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Ken, I don’t know how you will take this, but I have always
admired you. I have always wanted you. I want to hold you, to feel you, I want
to be in your arms. I love you, Ken.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He instead laughed softly but did not answer me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“What do you think of it, Ken? Can you be my secret lover?”
I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“But, Madam, you are married. You have a husband.” Ken told
me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">That meant Ken was not as easy as I thought.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“True, I have a husband but I want you.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He remained silent.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Ken, you are not talking to me.” I told Ken. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Because I really don’t know what to say.” Ken told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I knew the best leverage against a man is his physical
desires and no man would resist a woman, at least not physically so I edged
myself closer to where Ken was sitting. I made sure my thighs were exposed half
way and I sat so close to him such that our thighs were touching.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I took his hand and placed it on my hand and he did not
resist. I slowly began taking his hand to my thigh and he seemed like he was
willing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I placed my hand on his muscular thigh and began caressing
it slowly. My heart was racing in anticipation. He just sat there smiling
softly looking at the TV. He had finished eating his food and so we were just
relaxing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Slowly, I began caressing his arms under his sweater and I
could not resist myself from appreciating his hard biceps under his sweater. I
held myself onto him hanging by his shoulder such that my right boob touched
his triceps. I took it that he was enjoying since he was not resisting and thus
I began to caress his abdomen, his chest as he placed his hand on my thigh. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">However, as I reached for his lower abdomen he held my hand
firmly. I stopped caressing him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Madam, thanks for the good food. I want to go to sleep.”
Ken suddenly told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“I want us to stay a little longer.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Thank you, Madam. But I beg to go.” Ken told me slowly
standing up. I stood up with him and held him by his waist. I had thought
perhaps he would get aroused but it seemed like he was not since there as no
bulge on his trouser.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Stay with me, please…” I begged him. My body was burning
with desire to have Ken inside me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“I have to go.” Ken said firmly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“I want you to stay.” I told him trying to sound firm too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He looked at me in the eyes. “Madam, you are someone’s wife.
I cannot do this with you. I will get killed if master knows this.” Ken
suddenly told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I read that as he wanted but was afraid.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“My husband does not have to know we did it.” I told Ken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Really? I know men who have gotten killed because of this,
please let me go.” Ken told me and pulled himself out of my embrace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I tried rocking him into my chest but he gently pushed me
away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Madam, I cannot do this, sorry.” Ken told me politely.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I thought fast.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Ken, I will increase your salary if you agree to be my
secret lover.” I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“No, please. Thank you.” Ken told me and began walking
towards the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Ken, do you know I can decide if you stay on this job or
gets fired?” I tried to be firm. But Ken laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Madam, you really don’t have to say that. Even before I
came here, I was alive so leaving here won’t make me dead. Good night.” Ken
told me and disappeared. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Immediately Ken went, I sat on the coach thinking what had
just happened. How could Ken reject my advances? Wasn’t he a man enough? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I slowly began to feel angry with a mixture of shame. I did
not know how I would face Ken the following day after trying to seduce him and
failing at it. I even thought of following him to his quarters but did not have
the courage to do so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My whole body was pulsating such that I was feeling hot
despite the chilly weather of Limuru. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When I went to my bedroom, I was however feeling cold. I switched on
the heater and lay there thinking. My husband had called and we talked for
about 5 minutes. <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I lay there fantasizing. I could not sleep. My body was really boiling
until my clitoris was throbbing. I knew I had no choice than to masturbate so
that my body would relax. I reached for my dildo, parted my legs as I lay
facing the ceiling and began caressing my vulvas with it all the while thinking
about Ken. I caressed my labia majora and clitoris. I smeared it with my
vaginal lubrication so that it would be smooth to enable it to caress my
clitoris well. I began tapping my clitoris with the dildo until I could hear
myself moaning loudly as I parted my legs so wide apart. <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Gently, I pushed the dildo inside my wet vagina until it was so deep I
could feel it touching my cervix. I pushed it in and out rhythmically for some
minutes, varying in speed and tempo until I could feel my vaginal walls begin
to spasm in nearness to an orgasm. I continued until I felt a wave of passion
sweep across my body. I raised my hips a bit upwards and felt like the dildo
has gotten bigger inside my aroused vagina. I clenched it with a kegel and
suddenly, I erupted. I could not control myself and began writhing in pleasure
on my bed with my legs shaking, body trembling and vagina pulsating as vaginal
creams spilled from deep within me and some fluids escaped from deep within me
until I let out a soft cry. <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My body completely relaxed such that I was able to go to sleep. <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The following day, I feigned sickness so that I could not go to work. I however was trying to see if I could spend
some more time with Ken trying to see if he could change his mind.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Good morning, Madam.” Ken greeted me respectfully as usual
in the morning when he came for his tea.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Ken, I would wish you be addressing me using my name. Call
me Grace, or Nduku my other name.” I told him. His eyes suddenly lit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Madam, do you want to tell me you are a Kamba?” He asked
me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Yes, you mean you never knew that?” I asked Ken. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Imagine, I never suspected. You speak fluent Kikuyu!” Ken
told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“But my husband is a Kikuyu.” I told Ken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Oh! I knew that.” Ken told me as a matter of fact.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Aren’t you going to work today?” Ken asked me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“No, today I took an off so as I can do some of my personal
work here.” I told Ken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I got busy doing some house hold chores and later some
cleaning in the compound.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Madam, I will cut those don’t worry.” Ken told me when he
saw me pruning some hedges.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“No, let me just help you.” I told Ken. He was as jovial as
he was always, as if nothing really happened between us the previous evening. I
even wore some gumboots and offered to help him clean up the cow shed as he fed
them since we were doing zero grazing with 20 dairy cows, 6 bulls as our
cattle. I marveled at how hardworking Ken must have been maintaining all those
cows daily.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Madam, careful, that cow has developed a habit of pushing
people.” Ken told me as he noticed I was too close to one of the bulls.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Oh! I did not know.” I told him moving out of its way. As
we were working, I got talking to Ken and steered the conversation towards our
previous night’s incidence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“I was afraid we might get caught. What if your husband
comes home abruptly and finds us?” Ken asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“He shall be back next week. Even if he is to come before he
must tell me. He never comes without informing.” I reassured Ken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We spoke a lot and Ken promised he shall come in the
evening. I felt anxious as I felt that I had nearly convinced him that it was
safe with me in the house. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The day progressed well as I also made some lunch, served
Ken some as he continued with his work and I went to do some washing. All I
wanted was evening to come fast so that I would see if Ken was indeed serious
to come.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">>>to be continued>><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">As narrated by <a href="https://www.facebook.com/PassionateKerry" target="_blank">Dr. Love, Kerry.</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kiasmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768977255783085557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53338742904813662.post-11986478923034837692018-03-19T11:17:00.000+03:002018-03-19T11:17:16.477+03:00THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA:TWO<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Even though Ken used to take a
thermos of tea to his staff quarters, that morning he did not come for the tea
at around 6 am. I was preparing to go to work around 7 am when he came and
knocked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! Good morning, Ken.” I greeted
him casually.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Good morning, Madam.” He answered
with his deep voice that made my heart race.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You did not come for your tea.” I
told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I woke up late and had to rush to
the milk collection center.” He told me. I handed him his thermos. That morning
he was wearing a thick sweater but had folded it in his arms and I could see
his arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I gave him instructions on some
work I wanted him to do before leaving for work.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was working at a local branch of
our Mavuno SACCO as an accountant. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I arrived at work at around 8:30
am, some minutes late. I was glad the boss had not yet arrived but I met my friend
Celestine who had already arrived.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Good morning, Grace. Wow! Today
you look wonderful!” Celestine told me. I had worn a tight fitting brown mini
dress. For some reason, I wanted to see if it will score some feelings to Ken
and wanted to see if he will ogle at me more. My petite body seemed curvy under
that little dress.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Aw! Thank you!” I told Celestine.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You seem like you have a date
today…” Celestine complemented me further making me feel shy a bit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I wish I had, my husband is away,
he is in Uganda.” I told Celestine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Then you have just worn like this
to feel good or are you trying to score someone?” She asked jokingly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Come to my office, I can tell you
more.” I told Celestine who followed me excitedly as if expecting some good
news or juicy gossips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ehe, tell me, what is new in your
world?” Celestine asked me. I was so free with Celestine I did not waste time
telling her what it was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“My dear, it is my shamba boy.
That young man is driving me crazy. Every time I am thinking about how I can
get him. It is more than a month with my body burning with desire to have him.
The boy is so handsome, masculine with nice physique makes me feel like he can
really handle a woman nicely, but I just have no idea how to let him know. It
is driving me crazy.” I told Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She remained silent for a while.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Please don’t judge me, I am going
through a lot and the lest I expect is for you to judge me…” I was telling
Celestine when she cut me short.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! No, don’t worry I am a woman,
been married for 15 years. I understand you.” She reassured me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Awkward silence followed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“So, what is your advice to me?” I
asked Celestine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Would you wish me to tell you?”
She asked sounding like a teacher. It scared me a little.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, tell me anything.” I told
her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She took in a deep breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Grace, I am an older woman
compared to you. I have been in such a situation. I admired my husband’s friend
until I decided to get him. My husband was lousy in bed and did not care when I
suggested for him to improve. So, I went ahead and seduced his best friend. But
my case was different, the friend was within our social level so not much
difficult. But, Grace, Shamba boy???! Aren’t you worried what that someone
might know? Besides, he is too low for your class why can’t you get a man of
your class?” Celestine asked me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I pulled my chair to sit facing
Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“My dear, you cannot understand.
Not like I want a full-blown affair, no. I just want to have sex with him,
nothing more.” I told her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But, imagine undressing for a
younger man who is way below your class…” Celestine asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I thought for a while and started
thinking perhaps I was fooling myself so much. But, I asked myself, isn’t he a
man like the other men? What makes him a lesser man, just working in the
Shamba? It did not make sense.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Celestine, all I want is that
young man. Perhaps after getting him for one day my desires shall be quenched.
I just want to hold him, to kiss his lips, to feel myself in his strong arms,
perhaps for him to lift me with his strong arms.” I told Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She laughed a little. “Oh! Yes, at
least he will indeed lift you easily, you are petite unlike me who needs to
join the gym soon and shed some kilos.” Celestine, who was a woman with a huge
bust told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But you look nice with your
figure!” I told Celestine, trying to change the topic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Really? Thank you! But weighing
almost 100 kg is not cool. There are so many things I cannot enjoy like my man
can no longer lift me in his arms no matter how much he tries. I miss the
romance where he would swing me around like a movie star.” Celestine told me.
But that reminded me that was what I was also missing. My husband had gotten so
fat and lazy he would not hold me anymore in the air hence making me desire for
that young man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“My husband has gotten so fat his banana
is buried, he can no longer fuck me properly whenever he is on top of me his
huge pot belly makes me tired, he sweats on top of me a lot like we are doing
wrestling, it is disgusting.” I told Celestine. She laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Come on! You can tell him to go to
the gym and work out.” Celestine told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“My man has a huge ego you would
never tell him anything.” I told Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“But then you think the young man
will compensate for that? I mean, what if you get caught? What if he falls in
love with you? What if you also fall in love with him? Think about this a lot.
Most guys whose jobs are physical are so energetic, he will burn out the
passion in you but remember you are a woman, when someone ignites the
passionate fires in you, you will end up falling in love, no doubt about it. My
affair nearly tore my marriage apart. Be careful.” Celestine told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“All I want is sex, nothing more.”
I told Celestine who laughed at me so hard making me wonder whether I said
something funny.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You know, you have never had an
affair. I can really tell. Let me tell you, we women pretend like sex does not
matter, but trust me, once you get fantastic sex from a man, you will go crazy
for him. You will always think about him. You will begin to resent your husband
and might end up falling in love with your other man. Unlike men whose affairs
are always so physical, women end up being emotional and wrecks everything.”
Celestine told me. She made me think of the possibilities of me falling in love
with Ken.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“By the way, are you talking of
the young man who came with you to the shops sometimes back to help you with
packing some items in your car?” Celestine suddenly asked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, that is him.” I told
Celestine. She smiled and remained silent for a while.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why did you ask?” I asked
Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Damn! All right if it is him. I
liked his energy. That one will tear you apart he seems really energetic.”
Celestine said with a wink on her face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Come on! Did you admire him? Be
honest…” I teased Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Hmm, he is a Shamba boy…” Celestine
said with a snide.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Can’t we see him as a man not
just a shamba boy?” I asked Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“See what am telling you? You are
now becoming defensive with him.” Celestine told me and laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Not really, but I don’t like
defining men with their job. He has a dick for heaven’s sake that is what makes
him a man anyway…” I told Celestine with a smile on my face. She laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Anyway, sorry for that. But I
think you had better gotten a man who ever if you are aver caught, there won’t
be too much of a shame. But imagine people getting to know you are screwing
your Shamba boy? Think about that.” Celestine told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“What was he, the man who you had
an affair with?” I asked Celestine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“He was a lecturer, in fact he was
my lecturer when I was in college. So, we just got to hook up later when I got
to know he was my husband’s friend.” Celestine told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Was he good in bed?” I asked
Celestine. That question seemed to catch her off guard. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Well……not as good as I had
expected. In fact, he was average, more or less like my own husband. The good
thing is, he was caring, loving, he was connecting well with my emotions and
feelings. Whenever we had a problem with my husband I would go to his place,
cry on his shoulders, he would listen to everything I said and made me feel so
appreciated. That is what made me fall for him, not sex per se.” Celestine told
me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No wonder you don’t understand
when I tell you am admiring my Shamba boy. Your affair was more emotional, for
me my thing is just physical nothing more. I don’t need to have him sorting my
emotional problems but physical problems.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">>>>To be
continued>>><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Narrated by<a href="https://www.facebook.com/PassionateKerry" target="_blank"> Anthony Kerry.</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But whenever I saw him working in our shamba at our rural
home, my heart would skip a bit wondering how it would feel to be in his
powerful arms in an embrace or doing even some more erotic acts. This always
made me feel guilty as I had never cheated on my husband since I got married to
him for almost 10 years. But my husband had put on so much weight since we got
married such that it got to a point I no longer fancied his physique. Trying to
tell him to cut some weight was always frowned upon as he would keep telling me
that the pride of an African man is his pot belly that showcased his hard work
and how he eats properly, arguing that men who are settled and happy always end
up with a pot belly and that having a pot belly is a sign of achievement and
respect amongst men. But this ended up taking toll on our sex life as I even
stopped admiring him. I dreaded seeing him naked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But my husband was indeed a hard-working man with several
business outlets in the county of Kiambu. He was respected even in our locality
in clubs, churches and social joints he used to go. People thought we were the
perfect couple but I was sexually starved and my husband was doing nothing to
make it work. Him being the provider made him think that is enough for me and
our 2 children we had gotten together since we got married.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The fatter my husband became, the more I began fantasizing
about Ken. Some days I would watch him carrying something heavy with his
muscles bulging and I would catch my breath for no apparent reason. But I was
keeping my distance not to fall into temptations as I found my body wanting Ken
from time to time until I hated myself. I even contemplated telling my husband
to fire him but what reason would I give of dismissing him? He was a good
worker by all means.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sometimes I felt like it could be I had a problem since I never
got satisfied sexually and my husband would get tired easily.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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However this all seemed to change when one day, when my husband had travelled
to Uganda to meet a business partner I got home early and found Ken feeding the
cows as usual. I had carried some goods in my car and some were heavy than I could
lift comfortably. As I was trying to lift them, I hit a small stone and fell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! Sorry Madam, you would have told me to assist you. Please
let me assist you.” Ken told me with his heavy Kikuyu accent. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! No, I am all right.” I tried telling him but all the
same he came over and lifted the sacks for me. He carried them with ease to the
kitchen store since most were food items. I just stood there just watching at
him doing what he does best wearing a tight T shirt. After he was done, I just
found myself telling him, “Ken, thank you so much. Do you mind joining me for
supper today?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He usually ate at his staff quarters so he got surprised
when I suggested him to join me for supper.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, Madam, I am ok, I will just eat at my place.” Ken tried
saying but I insisted until he promised to finish his work and come over at the
evening. My children had travelled to Nairobi to visit their aunt and so I was
alone in the house, even our house girl was not around too as he had taken a
one week off to visit her mum in Bungoma. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I prepared some supper and at around 8 pm, I sat at the
table room expecting Ken to come. He sure did not fail to come. He came and
knocked the front door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! Please come in, have a seat.” I told Ken. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Thank you, Mama Kamau.” Ken told me as he got in and sat. Ken
was a jovial man so it was not difficult maintaining a conversation with him,
even though I was feeling awkward and nervous since I had never really gotten
to be with Ken alone in the house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I kept asking Ken about his
personal past. It is when I got to know his actual age, he was 24 years old. I felt
even more guilty admiring him since being 35 years old I did not know whether
it was right fantasizing about a man over a decade younger than me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I however did not know how to
break the ice and let him know what I was feeling for him. I did not want to
come out as a cheap woman, or immoral for that matter and I did not know how he
would react if I told him what I was feeling for him. We were watching some
random movies and the weather outside was cold since it was drizzling outside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ken, how do you manage to stay
like that when it is so cold?” I asked him since he was wearing a T shirt only.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I eat a lot of mutura and soap at
Kanyara’s place daily.” He said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Just that?” I asked him. I wished
I would gather more courage to let him know I really admired him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He smiled, a simple smile that
made me even weaker.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, Madam. If you eat healthy,
you will be able to withstand cold weather.” He said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“You also have big arms and a nice
physique. Do you work out?” I asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He laughed a little, looked at his
left arm and said, “I lift some stones that I made. My work needs me to be
physically strong so I have to ensure I stay strong and healthy, otherwise, I might
collapse under the workload here.” He said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Do we give you a lot of work?” I
asked him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Oh! No, I am all right with the
work, I can manage it.” He said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our dog barked outside severally. It
was dark almost 10 pm. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why is he barking?” I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I don’t know, let me go and
check.” Ken said standing up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Did you close the gate?” I asked
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, I always lock it after 8 pm.”
Ken said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ken opened the door and went
outside. The dogs came running after him. He asked them why they were barking
as if he would get a response. He went around our expansive compound before
coming back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“There is nothing, just some
mongoose, perhaps or a wild cat. They are many around here and they normally
steal chicken.” Ken said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We sat watching the movie and just
talking until it was around 11 pm. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Suddenly, Ken stood up and said, “Madam,
I want to go to sleep. I want to be able to wake up tomorrow early in the
morning to milk the cows.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wished I had the courage to just
let it out of my mouth what I was feeling. I had always seen it in movies and
heard of women who openly told a man what she was feeling for him, but I never
imagined it would be so difficult to let it out. I felt like there was a huge
stone seated in my heart that I was unable to lift. I even wondered, how does a
woman tell a man she wants him? How?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Ken, we can stay for a while. I am
not feeling like sleeping.” I tried to talk him into making him stay a little
more. I wanted to see if I would gather enough courage to tell him. But I kept
wondering, what will Ken think of me? Is it even right for a woman of my social
status sleeping with her shamba boy? Would I really bring myself to cheat on my
husband with a shamba boy? A stream of questions formulated in my head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I shall come tomorrow and stay
more, today I was tired. Tomorrow I shall plan myself not to get so tired and I
shall come and watch more movies.” Ken told me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I thought perhaps I should let him
go and wait for the following day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">>>>To be
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“Please
come to my office”, boss said and hang on. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“I
want you to tell me anything that you know about Sam, your neighbor”. Actually,
I knew so little about Sam. Who cares anyway, the houses are so self-contained
each with its own separate inner gate we only shared the outer gate. So, I
simply had no idea where to begin. But seeing boss was so serious I just said,
“Sam is a silent man, he mostly keeps to himself and all I know is he is a good
man”.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“Do
you ever see him with any other woman, or is there any other women who come to
his place?” She asked. “No, I am yet to see another woman there”. I lied,
despite knowing that Sam was married and his wife occasionally came but never
used to stay there. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“Now
Tony, I want you to investigate for me Sam, tell me anything possible that you
know about him and if you happen to see him with another lady around his house,
alert me with this number.” Madam said giving me her private number which was
not known to any of my colleagues. She added, “That is my private number, make
sure not to give anyone else…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“Tony,
can you hack anyone’s emails or communications?” Madam asked adding, “I know
you IT gurus can do anything.” I said, “Yes, I can. But hacking is not ethical
so we simply do not.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“I
am giving you further details of my assignment for you, it is inside this flash
disk”, she told me handing me a flash disk of 8 GB. “Inside that flash disk is
a word document, you will go and open it, read those instructions carefully and
give me feedback later, within the next 3 days. Is that ok?” she asked, “Yes”,
I answered not knowing what I was getting myself into.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">I
returned to my office and continued drinking the chocolate that Sally had
brought me. It was so sweet and refreshing considering that I was so thirsty
and was already feeling hungry. I kept pondering on what is it that boss really
want me to do for her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Come
lunch time, as Sally was taking boss’ lunch to her office, she managed to sneak
by my office and drop me some lunch, a thing she has never done before. Sally
knew we were not allowed to eat in the office but she just did not seem to
care. So, I just ate as fast as possible so she can come for the containers
before anyone gets to know am eating in the office. After finishing my lunch, I
texted Sally to come for the containers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">When
she came for the containers, she seemed more jovial than usual. She was not
even in a hurry to leave office. I could not just tell her to leave but I sure
wished she would leave.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“What
are you doing?” Sally asked, inching closer to my computer. “I am just updating
our computer’s anti viruses for the company servers”. Despite Sally not being
proficient in IT she somehow knew some terms associated with the field, a thing
which puzzled me since most tea girl I know are just too dumb to care, but
Sally was a tea girl in her own league. I pretended to be busy with whatever I
was doing but I could not ignore the fact that Sally kept looking at my eyes,
and whenever I looked at her she would look down and smile softly. This was
making my heart begin to race and my mind to start imagining things. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Since
there was no one else in the office with me, I held Sally by her waist and
pulled her to come closer to where I was seated. She inched closer and just
stared at my lap top. Then she lifted one of her legs stepped on my shoes
before saying, “Sorry, let me wipe the shoe for you”. “No, no, it is just ok,
am ok”, I said. It was not ok. I loved being extra smart but I did not want to
offend Sally. Somehow, she took out her handkerchief and wiped my shoes with
it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“Have
you now become a Ugandan woman?” I asked her. “Why?” Sally asked. “They are the
ones who are known to even wipe their husband’s shoes out of love.” At that
instant, Sally stood straight, supported herself with my table and said, “I can
do anything for the one I love.” She said and as soon as that sentence ended,
she bent forward and planted a quick kiss on my lips before reaching for the
food containers and thermos flask. She hurriedly placed them in her serving
basket and walked out of my office, saying on her way out, “See you in the
evening, let me go to the kitchen and finish what I was doing”. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">I
felt something strange; whereas I was used to working alone in the IT office, I
missed Sally as if she was part of that office. There was something in Sally
that was irresistible if not alluring. Was it her cool nature, was it her charming
behaviors towards me, what was it? How will people think of me when they
realize I am in some relationship with a mere tea girl being the System’s
admin, among the highest-ranking posts in this company? I was confused. I was
so lost in my train of thoughts I did not realize our secretary was standing at
the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“Tony,
you seem like your mind is so far away, how can I stand here for close to 5
minutes and you haven’t realized?” Irene asked. “May I come in”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“Oh,
please come in, have a seat”, I told Irene and she sat. She wanted me to help
her with some excel sheet formulas as she was preparing some report and she was
stuck. So we opened her excel workbook and I told her to sit right next to me
as I sort her out. One thing is, I was a good teacher when it comes to teaching
ICT concepts and I really enjoyed it explaining to someone. So, the talk got so
animated as I tried to explain to her some functions, how to draw some graphs
and produce a report. Irene was so attentive all the time, not sure if she was
really getting all the concepts or she just enjoyed seeing me working on the
excel sheet, all in all, she would urge me on calling me a genius, but it is my
job and it was pretty easy to accomplish that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Just
as she was about to leave she saw some cookies that Sally had brought to me.
“Can I have one of those please?”, Irene asked, “Oh! Yea, welcome.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">She
took one. “Oh! they are so sweet, where did you get them from?”, Irene asked. I
lied, “I made them myself yesterday evening, I love cooking when am bored”.
Irene gave me one prolonged look and just said, “I can’t believe, few men know
how to cook, you must be special, I like that.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“Oh!
Thank you”, I told Irene for her complement. She just did not know that Sally
made them, I did not even wish her to know. But she insisted, “Are you sure it
is not someone who made them for you, I would wish to have more, they are so
sweet. I will come for some more.” Irene said and walked out of my office that
instant. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">At
the evening, after accomplishing much of my day’s task, I took my laptop and
opened the flash disk that my boss gave me. I wanted to know what it contained.
So I opened and it had one folder. In the folder was one word document and 10
photo graphs. The photos some were Sam with another woman not my boss holding
each other seated on the beach. Another was same lady with a little child about
4 years old, and another the lady alone. I just could not understand why boss
would be interested with them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">I
opened the word document and it had 3 paragraphs of what my boss intended me to
do. In short, she said she had picked those photos from another Facebook
profile and wished to know if the lady ever visits Sam. She explained that Sam
was telling her he is single, and got divorced about 10 years ago but insisted
he was not in a relationship with any other woman except her so she wanted me
to use my IT knowledge and investigate online who this lady was and if possible
I should hack into her account and see if she communicates with Sam. Being an
IT expert that was pretty easy for me, but the ethical issue that might arise
bothered me. Why? This felt like a love scandal building up and I did not like
the feeling of it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">I
was about to leave, it was well past 5:30 Pm and most staffs had left. I heard
a gentle knock at the door and I just said, “Come in”. Expecting Sally. But it
was Irene who came.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“What
are you still doing in office this late?” She asked but by the look on her face
she did not expect me to answer that since she knew I remain mostly to do daily
backups before calling it a day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">I
knew Sally would be late too since she remains to wash some dishes before going
home, and I knew she would come by my office. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Irene
sat and we began talking, just usual casual talks of current affairs, job
related issues etc. But I could tell Irene was not in a hurry to leave. But I
just wished she would leave.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">After
sometime, Sally knocked and just came in. There was no extra seat in my office
and I offered her my seat and opted to stand as I finished shutting down the
server. The awkward silence that followed as it was obvious none of them
expected each other in my office. It is me who broke the silence and said, “Am
done with my day, let me close my office and we go home.”, I said and both
Sally and Irene stepped outside as I locked the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">We
began walking just casually talking generally like colleagues would do. Irene
whose work involved interacting with me most during the day dominated the talk
as Sally just kept silent most of the time since she did not have much to talk
about office work. I kept trying to change the topic to accommodate Sally but
for some reason, Sally just responded and kept quiet. We just walked to a point
where we were to part as each heads home. Since Irene lived some distance than
both of us I suggested we stand there as she waits for Matatu to take her home.
So we just stood there. The first Matatu came but Irene simply said she does
not like loud music and she let it go. The second came and she did not board it
for whatever reason. I was getting impatient but being a gentleman I did not
want to just walk away with Sally or leaving them there on their own. Call it
being manly but wanted to ensure all go safely. When third Matatu came, I told
Irene she has to go it is getting late. luckily, the air got cooler and it
began drizzling so Irene simply hopped into the Matatu, bid us goodbye and went
home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">That
instant Sally brightened and began talking as if Irene’s departure opened her
and set her at ease. At least I felt relieved too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“How
was your day?”, I asked Sally as if we worked in a different organization. “It
was fine, just feeling tired”, she answered smiling at me. Since it was dark, I
reached for her hand and we began walking till the intersection where we were
to part and she goes her way as I go home. We got at the intersection, we
hugged each other and Sally went her way as I went my way. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">On
my way, I just imagined, “silly me, I could have offered to escort her a little
bit”, I guess I was just too tired I just wanted to go home and have some rest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">At
around 10 PM, on my bed dozing, my phone buzzed with a text message. I opened
the text which was sent with a new number. The text read, “good night, sweet
dreams”. I opened my true caller to check the name of the number just in case,
since I wanted to know who it was from. My true caller returned, “Irene bebs”.
I had expected it is from Sally but since it was not from her, I just placed my
phone under the pillow and dozed off not caring to know who that was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">The
following morning, Sally as usual passed by my office. “Good morning Tony, you
did not reply to my message”. She said. I was surprised. I nearly told her that
I got a message but was Irene bebs her name? But that instant, my mind raced
and I just took my phone and checked my messages. Sure enough, Sally sent her
message at 11:15 PM. I was fast asleep. Before I even tell her I was a sleep
she just said, “Its ok, yesterday you seemed so tired may be you slept before
then”, Sally said as she wished me a good day and went to her work.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">So
who is this Irene bebs? I wondered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">I
continued with my work wondering how to go about this boss’ assignment. In the
back ground was some blues music that I enjoy whenever am working. Some of the
lyrics that were playing made me feel like I wanted to hold someone by her
waist and dance with her to the slow rhythm of the soft beats. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">As
expected, during tea time Sally brought me some cookies and some tea-masala
seasoned drinking chocolate whose scent filled the room with pure sweetness. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“Tony,
can you help me recover my email password? I forgot it and I really need to
open it.” Sally said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“Oh!
Yea, that is pretty easy, take a seat and am going to recover it for you right
now, take about a minute or two.” Her face brightened, am not sure which of the
two made her happy; recovering her password or telling her to sit down in my
office. Luckily, I did felt rather at ease since our boss had not reported to
work that day, and I was not sure if she was to come or not. I could also sense
Sally was at ease too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">So,
Sally sat and I asked her the last password she entered in her mail; it failed
and the mailing system prompted password recovery mechanism. The next step it
asked her what was her phone number, I entered her phone number and next
question was her birthday, luckily, she had used her real birthday when opening
her email address and it just accepted. Then the system accepted a new password
and she could log in to her email.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“Wow,
you are such a genius, I never thought it could be recovered”. I wish she knew
that was part of my job and I have recovered numerous email passwords for
staffs in our company. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Sally
did not seem in a hurry to leave, but I also wished she stay a bit longer too.
It sure felt nice having her around. Her periodic jokes, a smile every time and
her touch on my shoulder made me feel empowered to work more and impress her
more, like a male peacock displaying its colorful feathers to impress a female
peacock. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">I
started ogling at her and I noticed she was wearing a figure hugging long grey
dress and a black sweater. Her cleavage was a little visible and her breasts
were firmly tucked inside her clothes making a clear mount on her chest. She
was smelling nice too and I could tell whatever spray she had used had a
lingering effect wherever she passed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“Seat
right here, log in to your email and see if it is fully recovered.” I told
Sally as I excused myself to go to the male washrooms for a while. My telling
her to seat there was a tricky way of ensuring I would return and meet her
there, but I surely knew that email is fully recovered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">On
my way, back, Irene called me to her desk. She was stuck opening a word
document and she thought it was corrupt. I realized it had been prepared with
Office 2016 version and on her laptop was Office 2007. “I will just upgrade
your system, let me go and fetch my hard disk then I will come and sort you
out”. As I finished that statement Irene asked, “Why didn’t you replay to my
message?” Irene asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">That
instant, I realized she was the Irene bebs in my true caller. “I was dead
asleep”, I lied. Truth is, I did not replay since I had not saved her number in
my phone, at least this one she used.
“Am sorry, next time I will reply”, I answered her smiling and she
replied, “Thank you, I thought you ignored me. Anyway, sorry I sent with a
strange number that you do not know. That is my personal number only known to
my closest friends and relatives only.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">I
noticed Irene wanted to follow me to my office to install for her the latest
Office system, but since I knew Sally was in my office and I wanted more
private time with her, I did not want Irene to come so I persuaded her to wait.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">On
returning to my office, Sally stood up, poured for me a cup of drinking
chocolate and placed for me some cookies on my table. “Thank you, my email is
ok now. You are such a nice guy.” Sally said looking at me smiling shyly. “You
are welcome, anytime dear.” She took a deep breath as if she wanted to say
something but no word came out of her mouth. It was like the word dear caught
her off guard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">I
heard a gentle knock on the door, and Irene pushed the door open holding her
laptop. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“Hi”
she said to Sally and began talking to me even before Sally replied. “Sorry I
couldn’t wait. I really need that program soonest since am finishing up some
urgent work.” Irene said as she continued to lean with her buttocks on my office
table. She was wearing a brown mini-skirt which was also a full suit and had
high heeled shoes. Her spray was so strong its fragrance filled the room that
instant she got in. She held her neck high looking at me as I placed her laptop
on my desk to install it with the latest Office system.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Irene
was a chatter box, she dominated the entire conversation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">From
where Sally was seated, we could see each other’s face but Irene could only see
my face since she was more of facing me more than Sally. Sally upon noticing
that, she made a funny face, smiled then winked at me, making my heart skip a
beat. “Let me go back to my work, will see you later.” Sally said and left.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“Oh!
Sally had come to see you? I thought she just brought you some tea”. Irene
said. “Well, she just dropped by to say Hi. She is a colleague too so she can
pass by and have a word or two with me. Besides, this office is so lonely am
mostly alone here so no harm having some little company for some minutes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">That
statement sparked Irene. She interpreted that I needed some more company in my
office and she said, “Oh, really, I will be coming more often to keep you
company then.” I did not reply. I sure did not need her company either, Irene
talked too much and she was so much into office gossips a thing which I did not
like. I hoped she would interpret that gesture but I was wrong. Irene
continued, “tomorrow I will spend some more time here with you. I have this
report am writing and it is giving me hard time to edit and am still new to
Office 2016 system so I will really need your help and expertise. So, I will be
your guest.” I felt like she was trying to manipulate her way into my office,
kind of, imposing herself. At this point I told her, “You are welcome, but for
a short while since I have a tough schedule ahead. Am supposed to redesign our
network infrastructure and I need to concentrate. Currently the one running our
system is too costly and boss does not like how it ends up being too costly to
our monthly budgets.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“It
is ok Tony. I won’t disturb you, I will just seat here and work, will only
disturb you when I need your help.” I felt cornered. Our company had an open
office policy and anyone could work from any desk except our boss. Our boss
encouraged that work place culture to foster togetherness and team work, and to
enhance social interactivity among employees a thing which had a really
positive impact on our organization and improved productivity. So I had no
reason to tell Irene no. In fact, if I turned down her request to come and work
from my office for a day or two, if that got to our boss, it would not go well
with her. My boss hated workers who turned other colleagues down especially on
office work assistance. She discouraged work selfishness completely. Besides,
she too was very sociable to all her employees and would assist you like any
time you needed her assistance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">But
that meant Sally would not spend much more time in my office the following few
days as it was clear she enjoyed more when am alone with her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Irene
sooner returned to her office. But she kept calling with our office landline to
inquire how to use the new system that I had installed in her computer. As if
she was really driving a point home; that she indeed needed to stay in my
office for a few days in order to learn more. Either way, she was justified
since all other employees would at times camp in my office for a day or two to
learn any new system that had been introduced via the ICT department. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">The
following morning as soon as I opened my office Irene came with her laptop. She
was wearing a yellow tight blouse, a red mini-skirt that was rather too tight
for her buttocks. That day she was really jovial, and talkative too as if she
was excited for something, like being in my office was a morale for her to work
that day. Immediately she saw me she complemented me, “Oh! Today you look so
smart, I like your shirt” she said and touched my collar, I realized she was
rather straightening it since I had left home in a hurry did not really bother
to even look at myself in the mirror. As she did so, she said, “you need
someone to take care of you, I know bachelors are always in a hurry to leave
him. Did you take breakfast?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">That
question caught be by surprise. Sure enough, I had not taken any breakfast and
I was famished. All I wanted was break time to arrive and Sally to bring me
some tea and a few snacks to energize my day. But before I even responded,
Irene had fished out some biscuits she was carrying in her handbag and handed
me some. I could not decline, I thought it would be so impolite to decline.
“Thank you”, I said not really looking at Irene. One thing I could tell, Irene
was trying to really be nice to me, a thing I enjoyed too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">So,
we settled to work and Irene sat at one of the office chairs on the opposite
side of my table directly facing me. She opened her laptop and got working. I
could hear her typing so fast, actually, Irene was famed for being the fastest
typist in our organization having done secretarial and speed typing courses.
But her constant tapping her keyboard was rather exaggerated as if she was
doing some interview. Irene was even able to type while not even looking at her
keyboard or even while talking to someone and I could notice most of the time
as she was typing, she was at the same time talking to me and looking at me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">I
then heard a gentle tap at the door and before I could respond, Sally came in
carrying a thermos flask and some cookies as usual. She greeted both of us. I
could see she had carried two cups only as usual but now we were 3 of us in the
office.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Sally
settled to serve us some chocolate drink. Somehow, she had discovered chocolate
was my favorite beverage and not the usual tea that we used to take, and she
made it a point of preparing me some chocolate instead. Immediately she poured
some chocolate on my cup, the whole room filled with some sweet aroma of tea
masala which made it so appetizing and refreshing at the same time. I was
starving and I just reached for it and began sipping it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“Let
me go for an extra cup”, Sally said looking at Irene but before she could go
Irene responded, “no don’t worry, am ok.” But Sally persuaded her to take some
and she agreed to use the extra cup that Sally had come with. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">“How
is work?” I asked Sally, motioning her to take the extra chair in the office of
which she did. Not that I was interested in knowing about her work, but I just
wanted her to stay for some time in my office. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">Sally
was wearing a long navy blue dress, pink blouse which had white collars. For
some reason, I just felt my heart begin to race seeing her seated there. Her
bums protruded clearly on the dress as she sat and in my mind, I was doing
comparison, Irene was taller than Sally but a bit slim while Sally who was
shorter had larger hips than Irene. Crazy thoughts were racing in my mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;">To be continued.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I
pushed myself on top of her as she took my johnnie and placed it in her now wet
soft petals of her love den. She took hold of it and began drawing zigzags on
herself each time moaning silently, eyes half shut, gyrating her hips gently as
if in rhythm to the patterns she was drawing on herself. This felt so nice I
wished it would last forever. As she was doing that, I bent forward and began
sucking her boobs in turn, taking time to draw patterns on her nipples. I would
nibble her nipples and she would shudder all over her body as if someone has
electrocuted her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I
then began licking her body slowly, gently with the tip of my tongue as if she
was a one giant ice cream. Slowly I made my downward until I was hovering on
top of her love garden. I took turns kissing her inner thighs, sending spasms
of pleasure all over her in response to my kisses. I gave her mount a kiss and
she let out a loud moaning, held my head and began pulling me towards her
chest. I rose gently all the way until my johnnie connected to her honey pot.
She took hold of it, directed it to the now hot wet honey pot before rising her
hips suddenly sending it sliding swiftly inside her. At that instant, she
pulled my bums to aid me to go deeper and deeper, each time she rose and dipped
gently to allow me to penetrate into her eager honey pot, this went on and on
until I reached the deepest point of her womanhood then she encircled me with
her legs and hands, as if we were some sort of a wiring completing some circuit
via our kisses, tight embrace and genitals. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">The
pleasure was so intense we just found ourselves getting so animated until the
only noise in the room was our moans, groans and our pelvic bones slapping each
other as we both rose and fell to the rhythm of making wild passionate love. We
would alternate between me being on top and her being on top riding me like a
cow boy who has suddenly known how to ride a horse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I
don’t remember how long it took, since all there was, was rolling on waves of
pleasure and passion, rising and falling like a speed boat in the deep ocean of
love being rocked up and down by waves and currents until it came to a point
she let out a one prolonged piercing scream which also startled her until she
reached for the pillow and buried her head inside it to continue giving out
muffled screams; simultaneously letting out a powerful jet of gushing hot
fluids from her honey pot that splashed my bedsheets as if someone was
practicing sprinkling irrigation on my bed but one thing was for sure, her
honey pot gave my johnnie continuous milking until I exploded inside her like a
rocket making my entire body shudder as some leaves in a thunderstorm until
some tear drops fell from my eyes due to feeling some pleasure I have never
felt since I was born and became a man!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">We
collapsed onto each other, me on top but Sally seemed like she did not care
about my weight anymore; she was now crying silently avoiding my eye contact
all along. But from the side, I could see she was smiling like a 3-month-old
baby who had just been ticked by her mum. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">The
aura of peace, contentment, gratification and serenity rested upon us as if we
owned the universe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“Sally,
Sally….” I tried calling her but she did not respond.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I
rolled over to her side and looked into her eyes, they were wide open as if
staring at me, I tried to motion her but she did not respond. “Sally, respond
stop joking”, I said jerking her but she did not respond at all. She remained
motionless. I panicked. I took hold of her hand and lifted it up in the air, I
let it go and it fell like a tree without control. “Sally!!”, I shouted but
still no response. I went to the kitchen and fetched some ice-cold water, came
back and poured on her forehead but still got no response at all. “What the
hell is this now?!” I found myself talking to myself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I
slapped her so hard but still she did not respond. “I must be dreaming!” I
talked to myself. What next? Is this girl dying on my bed or what? What do I
do? I tried all first aid skills that I could remember but none worked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I
realized something could be terribly wrong. I reached my phone and tried to
call my friend, but the phone remained unanswered. I called two other people, I
called 999 and still got no response. Do I knock on my neighbor? What do I tell
my neighbor? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">My
neighbor was a middle-aged man, around 45 and quite reserved. I knew he had a
car as I reasoned we needed to take Sally to hospital as fast as possible. This
was turning into a night mare. I gathered all the courage and went to knock to
his door. After what seemed like forever, he came and opened the door. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“What
is it Tony at this late night, have thugs attacked you?” Sam asked looking
straight into my eyes. “No, I have an emergency, I have someone I need to take
to hospital urgently and I have no one else to look on to except you, please
help me”. Ok. Give me a minute to dress up. He said disappearing into the
darkness. I heard him call, “Darling, there is a young man who has someone in
need of help”, a familiar voice answered, “Ok dear, am coming”. Said a familiar
voice. I tried to remember where I heard that voice but my mind was so hazy I
could not recall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Two
people emerged from the house, coming to help me take Sally to hospital. We
rushed towards my house and Sam who was stronger offered to assist me pick
Sally to his waiting car. She was still unconscious for who knew what. We
bundled her into the car and I returned to quickly lock the door. Upon turning
back, what I saw nearly made me faint.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I
stood there face to face with my female boss. She was the woman that was in
Sam’s house. She seemed surprised too. “Oh, my goodness, you again, what have
you done to Sally?” She asked. Sam stood there looking at us like we were
aliens. “Do you two know each other?”
Sam asked. I shifted my eyes to look at Sally silently sleeping at the
back chair of Sam’s car. “Can we first take this young lady to hospital, you
two can later tell me what is all this about”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">We
arrived at the health center a little past midnight and Sally was picked by
some nurses and wheeled through the emergency door. No one else was allowed
past the emergency door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">We
sat there silently staring at nothing in particular. I kept wondering, was my
boss Sam’s girlfriend, mistress or what? Since all I knew Sam was married and
my boss was not his wife. I could not dare look into their direction. The
silence was deafening. I could tell all of us had so many questions that
remained unanswered. The air was so tense. The only sound was some crickets
outside and some other nocturnal creatures that I did not know.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">After
what seemed like forever, a nurse emerged and asked, “Whose patient is she?
Please follow me” the nurse said without waiting for an answer. I followed her
like how a young boy would follow his mother after doing some mischief. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“Your
girl is fine”, she said to my utter relief. “She just suffered from vasovagal
response attack. This occurs when vagus nerve is overstimulated by either
physical or emotional stimuli. When this happens the blood vessels can dilate
thus slowing the heart. This is what caused her to faint. What were you doing
when she fainted?” Asked the nurse. “I answered shyly, “We were making love”.
The nurse smiled at me sheepishly then answered me, “Ok, she will be fine, in
fact you should have just let her rest, she would have woken up on her own”.
“So, what do I do now?”, I asked the nurse to which she replied, “I just gave
her in injection, she will wake up and you will go back home”. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I
turned back and to my horror, my boss stood there at the door listening to our
entire conversation with the nurse. I excused myself and turned to walk
outside. “Remember you two still have a case with me in my office”. I nearly
told her to go to hell. Sally has already taken me through all this and all she
was thinking was her damn job while am in crisis.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Sam
took us back home with his car and Sally simply walked back to my house and
slept like a baby without uttering a word to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Come
Monday morning. We did not go straight to the boss’ office. I waited for her to
call us but she did not, at least during the day. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Sally
our tea girl continued serving us tea as if nothing happened, but each time she
passed by me she would give me that sheepish smile, at one time I felt like
kissing her as she passed by me. That day, she passed by my office more time
than usual.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">In
the evening, almost time to leave boss sent an email telling me to see her at
exactly 5 pm. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">When
I got there, I found Sally at the door, as if she too was told to come. “Come
in both of you”, boss said and we got in, got seated on the office coach facing
her. She stopped what she was doing and faced us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“I
want to tell both of you that what you did was very wrong, and if you both read
the company policies, you are all liable for dismissal.”, she said nodding
suggestively at us. We remained silent waiting for her judgement. “However, I
will deal with both of you individually according to your individual ranks in
the company, so, Sally, go home I will see you later”, boss said with finality
of a judge. She stood up silently and left saying, “thank you madam”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I
was left there alone, with my boss. She turned to me as if she was going to
dismiss me right there and then. I wondered what she is about to say since she
took off her glasses and looked at me long enough to make me feel so uneasy, as
if sizing me. I began sweating. I could not afford to be dismissed at this time
since times were harsh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“Rrrriiiiiiiing
rrriiiiiing” her cell phone rang, she just pushed a button sending it to
silence mode.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“Tony,
I know you as a very hard working young man it is unfortunate you got yourself
into this, however, I forgive you on one condition which you must agree or get
dismissed”. I gladly asked her, “What condition, Madam?” I asked, not wanting
to look at her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">She
stood up and to my surprise, she came and sat on the same coach with me, it was
a 3 seater but it felt so small for me despite being at one end and her the
other. She wore a tight mini skirt with a slit half way her chocolate thighs,
but I tried so hard not to ogle at her. She smiled, for once as if trying to
put me at ease but I was so tensed I wished this was a dream. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">She
just sat there, staring at me with some prolonged hard look as if waiting for
some signal, or reading my body language. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“Do
you live where I saw you on Friday, that is are you Sam’s neighbor?”, She
asked. “Yes, Sam is my neighbor.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“For
how long have you been neighbors?” She asked again. “For close to 3 years”,
could be more but I was too tensed to even remember.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“Are
you two close, as in friends or just neighbors?” She asked. At this point, I
decided to lie and watch her reaction. “Yes, we are good friends and neighbors
too. Sam is a good man”. After saying he is a good man, she brightened,
breathed out with a heavy sigh of relief.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“Now
I want to give you an assignment which you must do for me. It is about Sam.” At
that instant, I looked at her straight in the face, puzzled at her request. I
could tell she was so serious about it. Whatever she wanted me to do, seemed
like a matter of life and death, or just too damn serious. Her statement was a
mixture of begging and commanding. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“But
before I proceed to tell you what I want you to do, promise it will be a secret
between me and you.” At this point, I could even promise her heaven so long as
I retain my job. “I promise”. She replied, “Good, I can count on you. Your case
is dismissed. Just make sure never to do that again in the office or any other
work premises. Now, go, I will tell you tomorrow what I want you to do”. She
said, standing up and returning to her usual office chair. I just stood up,
said an honest, “thank you madam”, without looking at her and disappeared into
the darkness. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">It
was already late evening, around 8 pm. I headed straight to the gate and bid
gate man good bye.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">As
I began walking, something, or someone hit me with some pebbles. On turning back,
I could see no one except the watchman seated at the gate. I dismissed it and
began walking only to be hit by now a larger object, not sure what but enough
to make me feel some pain in the back. At that instance, I turned around
furiously ready to confront whoever or whatever was playing games with me in
this darkness only to come face to face with Sally smiling at me holding a dry
stick with her left hand and her handbag with her right hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“What
do you want to do, hit me?” Sally asked smiling and even before I answered she
grabbed my hand and we began walking. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Along
the way, she asked me what principle had told me but I did not go into the
details. But that did not really seem like anything to concern her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I
joked with Sally, “let us go home to my place.” She did not say no, but she
told me we first go to her place and fetch some clothes for her to wear the
following day. This reminded me of how I hear women get married slowly by
slowly, taking an item after another to a man’s place in a bid to mark
territory and take over, and before the man gets to know, he is married. But
who cared? Sally was so loving and irresistible!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">When
we arrived at our place, we cooked together and went to shower together. I made
sure to wash Sally taking time to splash her with water on her boobs, her bums,
her abdomen etc. as she jokingly applied soap all over my body smiling as if
she is washing a big baby. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">After
rinsing each other, we walked naked to bed. While there I told Sally to lie
flat facing up on my bed, stark naked and to make sure she could not see me, I
blind folded her. Then I took some coconut oil and began dropping some drops on
her naked body, aiming at her nipples at times, all the way to her vulvas. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">She
would keep asking, “Oh! Dear, what do you want to do, what are you doing” and
each time a drop hit her nipples she would let out an “aaah” before asking what
I wanted to do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">After
spreading oil drops all over her, I began caressing and massaging her slowly,
beginning from her neck, aided by the smoothness of the oil, I massaged her
boobs until I could feel them getting harder and her nipples getting more
erect. I smeared the oil all over her abdomen, kept caressing her under the oil
until it was all spread out. I then reached on her pubic area and took time
spreading her dark-haired outline before taking time to make curling and
circling motions on her pubic area, on her vulvas.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">After
sometime she was breathing heavily clearly enjoying the whole ordeal. I would
make 3 clock wise motions, 3 anti-clock wise motions before moving up and down
her entire slit with my fingers. Her clit got so erect it literally was
protruding upwards, I reached for it with a finger smoothened by the oil and
made two gentle tapping motions on its tip before slowly caressing it, Sally
could no longer hold it and she made a jerking motion and jumped on me, as if
she could see me blind folded. She held my hands and I could feel she was
trembling. She then began caressing my hands. At this point, I reached the
blind fold and removed it from her. Upon opening her eyes, she looked straight
into my eyes and I could see her eyes were misty and red.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">We
rolled into each other and began kissing, as our hands caressed each part of
our bodies that we could reach out to. Our bodies were hot and despite the cold
evening we just could not feel it. Sally reached for my now hard johnnie and
began caressing it; she was so nice at it I kept feeling like am about to
explode but somehow did not.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I
reached for her now wet garden of love and placed my fingers there; she was so
soft and very warm. Just as I began caressing her vulvas again, she reached for
my hand and pushed it away. I could not understand why.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Sally
rolled, took her leso, wrapped herself and headed for the bathroom. I thought
she had gone to pee or something. She then emerged from the bathroom, tip toed
to my bedroom and just stood there looking at me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“What
is it, anything wrong?” I asked. Sally answered feebly, “Yes, my period has
started, am sorry I did not expect it, it was supposed to come after 2 days”.
With that instant, I knew our passion night has ended. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Sally
reached for her handbag and took out some sanitary pads. “I always go prepared
just in case when it is nearing.” She said without looking at me. I did not
look at her either as she put on her pads and put on her night dress.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">She
came back to bed and upon jumping on bed she reached for me and began kissing
me. I was wondering, what else does she want, isn’t periods supposed to mean we
cannot engage in any sexual activity?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I
was wrong. Sally reached for my johnnie, began stroking it until it was hard
once more. She held at it and began making circling motions up and down. Then
she began kissing me from my chest, she sucked my tiny nipples for some time
and it felt so pleasurable, she kissed me downwards until she reached for my
pubic area. She looked at me once more as if seeking permission silently to go
on; in my minds, I just wished her to go on since I was enjoying this. She was
now crouching like a tiger about to strike, her bums raised in the air, her
head lowered resting on my balls, then she began licking the underside of my
johnnie. She kept going upwards until her tongue rested on my glans before she
encircled my entire glans with her lips, Damn! Never felt this sweet in a long
time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">She
began making humming sounds like a colony of bees as she rocked her lips back
and forth, rolling her tongue at the same time on my hard johnnie, at the same
time also caressing my johnnie with considerable vigor. She then stroked my
balls so gently as if not to hurt them, at the same time sucking me like a
lollypop. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">She
would alternate between simply sucking me like a lollypop and deep throating
me. She kept doing this until I could not hold anymore. I began making rapid
jerking motions with my pelvis and Sally sensed I am about to explode. She
backed away right on time as a jet of my ejaculate escaped from deep inside me
like some volcano that had a narrow outlet. I could feel waves of pleasure
engulfing me all over my body with each time some spurt of semen kept spewing
all over; Sally reached for me and gave me a deep kiss for some time, the she
laughed.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I
could not understand why she laughed but she just said, “Gosh! You have woken
up the neighbors!” at that instant, I remembered Sam was my neighbor, the man
who my boss had an assignment for me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">The
following day we woke up and Sally suggested I first go then she will come
later, she did not want people to see us entering our workplace gate together.
I just did that, left her with the keys to lock the door and come to work. After
all being the System’s administrator, I had to arrive earlier than most workers
to ensure that the systems are in place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">True
to her word, Sally came later to work and went on as if we are just colleagues,
but each time she would pass by me she would smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Come
tea time, I heard a soft knock at the door and guess who came into my office,
Sally. She was carrying a thermos and something in a dish. She placed them on
my table and unwrapped the dish. That instant, the room was filled with some
sweet-smelling aroma of something baked. Sally had prepared for me some queen
cakes, and in the thermos instead of our usual tea from our work place was
drinking chocolate seasoned with tea masala. As soon as Sally poured the
drinking chocolate on the cup, the whole room smelled like a one big cookie!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I
picked a cookie and placed it inside my mouth taking time to feel how sweet it
was and as I was about to take a sip of the chocolate drink, my office
extension rang. On looking at it, the number in the extension was 001; my boss’
office extension number. Sally saw the number and quickly left the office
without saying a word.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I
picked the phone….<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">To
be continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">As
narrated by <a href="https://www.facebook.com/PassionateKerry" target="_blank">Anthony Kerry. Dr. Love.</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kiasmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06768977255783085557noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53338742904813662.post-38959139940396110662018-03-12T10:59:00.001+03:002018-03-13T11:45:23.789+03:00The Romantic Office Saga : Part one<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">So,
one Friday evening, I remained in office past working hours to do my usual back
up after everyone had left.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">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”.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">But
to my surprise, it was not our watchman, but Sally our tea girl.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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was our quiet tea girl, she rarely talked to anyone. She was jovial all the
same and always wore a smile as if wanting to tell you something. She was dark
colored too and most of her attire matched her color skin, brown, grey to
anything in that variations. She also had a nice shape though slim, and medium
height.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Sally
came in and said, “sorry, I know you did not expect me,….” She spoke as if she
lacked what to say, I simply told her, “oh! Come in, have a seat, have you
brought me some tea this late?” I asked her jokingly to which she replied, “no,
something better than tea”.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I
got a bit startled by that statement until I looked at her. She looked at me
and smiled, while taking a seat without me inviting her to sit down. Damn! She
was wearing a medium figure hugging skirt. Her loosely fitting top was almost
transparent revealing her boobs outline and her nipples were clearly visible as
her bras were extra thin.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">My
head began spinning. What does Sally want?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I
pretended to continue doing my backups but to be honest, I could hardly
concentrate. My heart was beating until I thought Sally could hear it. My palms
began to break into soft sweat.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“Can
I see what you are doing?” she asked, and without waiting for an answer, she
had already stood up and covered the distance between her and where I was
seated. She stood there as if keenly watching what am doing.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“Aw!
You IT people are so lucky, your work is so simple, just clicking buttons here
and there and your salary is waiting”. I wish Sally knew that some IT
procedures are worse and more difficult than planning the national budget! But
I just said, “Oh! Really, but you make our life sweeter here by making nice
snacks for us”.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">---------------<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Time
seemed to pass hazily, I could not really tell what I was doing but I just
found myself caressing Sally’s hands, she did not resist, little by little, I
was caressing her upper hands, all the way to her ribs. Sally eased herself and
sat on the same seat with me, her hot thighs were pressing mine sending some
heat waves to my groins. Her hands were so tender. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I
undid her blouse to reveal some sharp nipples pressing on her bras. Her eyes
were red and sleepy and our breathing was rapid and in unison. As if being
controlled by a remote, Sally was on top of me seated facing me. I just found
myself caressing her now revealed thighs as she caressed my chest and chin.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">My
Johnnie was on fire clearly outlined in my trousers. I undid her skirts and to
my surprise she had nothing underneath. My hands just moved to feel some warm
hairy outline in between her soft thighs! Damn! She was already wet and so
willing….<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I
pulled her closer to me…and…… she began breathing in and out furiously as if
she is from a race. Her eyes were now so red and watery, her lips were red with
desire, all along my lips were trembling in anticipation of a kiss I had not
gotten in a long time.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">She
undid my shirt to reveal my bare chest as she also removed her bra to expose
the most erect nipples I have seen in recent times, so erect as if they could
literally pierce someone. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">OH!
She really was on fire! Our bare bodies now touched and the reaction on both of
us was electrifying as well as so arousing. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">We
looked at each other briefly, as if our eyes were communicating, she edged
closer and our lips touched. Soft smooth lips for real. Slowly by slowly our
lips began to interlock into each other deeper and deeper until were rocked in
a full blown French kiss. I could feel her tongue pulsating as it touched mine
with some warmth that was both exciting and arousing. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">She
reached for my trouser zip and undid it with ease as if she had rehearsed the
whole act. With one jerking motion and my erect johnnie was all out pointing to
the ceiling like a flag pole after the day of independence. She touched it and
gasped, her gasp made me feel I could just hold her and devour her right away,
but I was also enjoying the moment and I choose to absorb it slowly. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">-----------------<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">She got hold of
it, and pointed it to her now wet hairy underneath. It felt so warm with my
johnnie and when it made contact, my blood boiled and my heart was now beating
like it will literally crack my ribs and escape outside. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I held her by
her soft bums and pulled her closer to me even more. She held my johnnie and
began making sweeping motions on her now wet hairy underneath, even without
looking at it I could tell she had shaved like a week or several days before.
The hair was still short and could from time to time prick me. She moved it
across her mounts, her petals, her entire hood as if she is drawing circles and
zigzags on herself down there. Damn! It felt so sweet. Sally really knew her
moves, I imagined, we all say it is only women who enjoy foreplay, little did I
know even men can also really enjoy foreplay to this magnitude. I wanted her to
go on and on….<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Then she eased
he bums, as if readying herself for something. I could tell by her look and sly
smile that she meant it. She rose a bit, held my johnnie, made some tapping
motions on it, rocked it gently back and forth with her two fingers, gave it a
gentle squeeze as if trying to milk it. Then held it motionless and I could as
well predict her next move; I also so wanted her next move, anticipating the
pleasure and passion that will come with it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“So, this is
why you always remain until late hours in the office…” I heard a voice which
clearly wasn’t Sally’s. I looked straight ahead into where I thought the voice
had come from only to come face to face with my boss standing at the
half-opened door keenly looking at us. Her face was emotionless. Sally remained
motionless holding my shoulders as if supporting herself from falling. Tears
were already rolling on her eyes. Her face was a mixture of hatred and fear. I
felt as if someone has poured cold water on me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Damn! Am I
dreaming or what? I thought. “Please see me in my office first thing tomorrow
morning…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">My boss said
and left. Sally could not look up, she began crying. I was torn between feeling
sorry for myself or comforting her. She could not afford to look into my eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“I am so sorry,
I brought you all this trouble, I should never have come here. “She said amid
soft sobs that even melted my heart further. All along, she was leaning on my
shoulders. Tears drops were hitting my chest like some soft rain drops in a
drizzling day. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I thought hard,
what will my boss tell me? Will she fire me for this? Will Sally get fired or
both of us? Will the rest of our colleagues get to know? A chain of questions
with no answers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Anyway, the
damage is already done, what more did I stand to lose? I thought. As if Sally
was also reading my thoughts, she did not stand up or bother moving. She
continued holding me tightly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Then what she
did next surprised me to the bone. She reached for her handbag, I thought she
wanted to remove a handkerchief and wipe her tears, but I was so mistaken. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">She pulled a
packet of Condom! She held it momentarily as if sizing it, then she looked at
me and smiled while some tear drops run downwards her soft cheeks. “What is
done is already done, if our boss will fire us, at least not for nothing!”, she
said with confidence of a legal secretary not timidity of your usual tea girl. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">She reached
down to my now erect johnnie, undid the Condom and slipped it all the way to
its base taking time to stroke and caress it. Damn! Sally was doing it so nice!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Then she eased
herself on top of me and within no time, she pushed the tip of my johnnie deep
into her warm honey pot, eased herself slowly until she was seated on me
squarely. As it went deeper and deeper, she let out a loud prolonged moan while
her eyes remained shut. She muffled something like, “Oh! Lord, how I have
missed this…” I wished she knew I was on a dry spell of more than a year.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">She held on to
my shoulders, positioned her legs on the office floor and began riding me
slowly like some cow boy on slow motion. Each time she rose she heavily
breathed in and each time she lowered her hips she let out a prolonged moan.
She would bend to kiss me occasionally, deep French kisses as if she wanted to
swallow me alive. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">It got to a
point I could no longer contain myself, with one strong sweeping motion I
grabbed her by her rounded ass and placed her on the table, her ass rested on
the table spreading out as her legs too, she held on to me as if her life
depended on it, all along I did not remove my hot rod from inside her, I took
her legs and raised them up completely off the ground so that her under Neath
would be perfectly revealed, I momentarily too sometime to admire her love
garden down there well shaved with some hair of about one week, her cl!t was so
erect it was literally pointing outwards. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">With one sure
but slow move, I eased myself in front of her and pushed myself into her until
she let out a very loud prolonged moan, she could no longer hold at me, she let
go off my shoulders and pushed herself to lie on the table. My eyes were now
closed due to pleasure. Damn! Sally was such a wonderful woman. As I began
pushing and pulling, going deeper and shallower, Sally got wilder and began gyrating
her hips on the table edge and throwing her legs in the air. She then made a
quick move to hold onto my hands as if to control my now full throttle motions
inside her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">BANG! A loud
crashing sound brought us back to our senses. My job I pad lay on the ground,
screen completely shattered some pieces about 3 feet away from it. Sally had
literally knocked it sending it crashing on the hard-concrete floor!... her
body convulsed into continuous spasms of movements, moans and groans, and her
honey pot opened a flood gate of clear fountain of fluids which splashed me all
over my groins and abdomen as her honey pot sucked my johnnie with strong
spasms literally milking me into a shattering climax that made my knees weak
and I lost my balance such that I had to hold on to the table to avoid falling
down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">After all that,
she looked at me and said softly, “I will pay for the I-pad, it is my mistake”.
I sure hoped she would.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">We held each
other feeling so peaceful as if we owned the world. After that we silently got
dressed up. She took the I-pad, placed it in her handbag, we locked the office
and off we went. The boss had already left. We slipped past the gate and into
the darkness where along the way, Sally held my hands walking besides me as if
she was protecting herself with my hand from the menacing darkness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">My mind had so
many wild thoughts at this time. What was Sally thinking? What will our boss do
to us? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">We reached a
point where we were to part ways as each of us heads home, but Sally stepped in
front of me and looked at me in the dimply lit street. Her eyes were shinny.
Some soft gentle breeze was blowing and some of her hair strands were swinging
back and forth swayed by the wind. I thought she wanted to kiss me by how she
was looking at me but instead she closed the distance between us and held me so
tight until my ribs felt some ache. Her nipples pressed hard on my chest and
her hands pulled me tightly towards her bosom. I also held her by her waist and
returned the hug.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I don’t remember
for how long we stood like that but Sally was the first to speak and said,
“Please I want to go with you” Her voice was a mixture of begging and
commanding which made my heart skip a bit as if I did not hear her properly.
“Are you sure you want to go with me?” I asked. I did not have any specific
plans for the evening it really did not matter to me anyway. “Yes, I want more
of you tonight”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I pushed her
gently for about a foot. I looked into her eyes and I could see the seriousness
in her. She lifted up her hands and caressed my chin for some seconds, slowly
tracing a line downwards through my neck and resting on my mid chest. Sally was
really seductive! She knew her game.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“I want you
raw, not with rubber”. I said thinking that will put her off. But to my
surprise she replied, “Can I suggest something for you my dear?” The word my
dear hit me a raw nerve and made me gasp. “What? Ok, suggest”. Sally replied,
“I had carried two HIV test kits with me, I want us to do some HIV test then we
can proceed for the night”. One thing was sure, Sally was so bold. I just could
not believe how such a simple tea girl seemed so informed, bold and forthright
unlike most women. Since I did not want to seem as a coward, I said, “its ok”.
I said and held her hand firmly and started walking with her towards the
direction of where I stayed. “No, wait, I live closer to here, let us pass by
my place. I want to freshen up then we can now go to your place”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I swear, this
was going so fast but I did not care anymore. Sally had such seductive moves I
doubt any man would resist. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">She jumped in
front of me fast, laughed a bit throwing herself onto my chest before holding
my chin and planting a quick kiss on my lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“Ok, Sally me
dear, lead the way to your place…” I said. We began walking towards her place
holding each others hands, stepping as if we were two teens in young love. I
really loved the feeling. Sally was so playful as she walked, she would at
times swing her hips and deliberately twist herself to hit my hipbone too…. I
noticed despite her feminine frame her hips were so strong she could easily
knock me off balance if am not steady enough. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">True to her
words, her place was not far, we walked for about 10 minutes and arrived sooner
than I expected. She opened her door to usher me into a very neat clean bead
seater.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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sat on the coach, she went straight to the gas cooker, made some quick
chocolate drink for both of us and some snacks she told me she had bought in
the morning. She then came to seat close to me, close enough our hips were
touching. We just talked randomly as if all we wanted was the moment to pass
faster to a better time between us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">After we were
done drinking the chocolate drink, she went to her briefcase and pulled out
something well sealed. “This is where I had placed our test kits”, she said
with a rather flat tone. She came with them to where we were seated and asked
me, “Do you know how to do the tests?” I told her no, and for sure I did not
know.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and did it as if she had done it before, but I did not care my health was
paramount than if she had other men who she tested. We anxiously waited for the
test results and both of us were HIV negative. “After all, beautiful ladies
like you do not have HIV” I told her smiling to which she smiled back, took the
kits and disposed them in a dustbin close by. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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down someone knocked at the door and she seemed surprised. Who could be
visiting her at this time? I wondered. She went and opened the door casually.
She told whoever stood at the door, “come in”, and in entered a tall lean dark
man wearing some baggy T shirt and jeans. My mind raced. I have heard of men
whose teeth have been knocked off upon finding themselves in another man’s
territory and that was the last thing I would have wanted.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">“This is Jose,
our care taker in this plot he loves coming in the Friday evenings to check on
us and pick his weekly dues from keeping our compound and plot clean”, Jose
extended his hand and gave me a firm handshake, “Hi brother”. He was a towering
dude clearly taller than me, but knowing he had nothing to do with Sally beyond
being a plot care taker gave me some comfort.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Fast forward,
Sally freshened and we headed to my place. I opened my door and welcomed her to
my house, held her by her waist and led her to seat on the coach as I headed to
the bedroom to place some files I was carrying. “Let me cook some supper for
us”, Sally volunteered while standing up and heading for the kitchen. She was
so confident as if she knew my place better than me. I followed her to the
kitchen and helped her with a few things.
She prepared some meat stew as I volunteered to prepare the Ugali and
carrying the food to the table. I also prepared some “natural viagra” (mixing
lemon and melon, and grinding them together) since I really wanted a passionate
night. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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ate together, at times picking some meat and feeding each other, laughing at
the fun we were making at each other. We finished eating so fast since I was
hungry though and I headed for the bathroom as Sally went to do the dishes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">As I was finishing
bathing, Sally knocked at the bathroom door. I opened and she stepped in
wearing a shiny pink bathrobe. Before I even thought of what to say, she
unwrapped her bathrobe and gosh! She had nothing inside. Her nipples were
pointing straight at me as she stood in front of me facing me. “Surprised?” she
asked and I said, “Yes, sweet surprise” I told her pulling her closer to me to
hug my naked wet body. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">We began some
role play: bathing each other in unison. I took some soap, smeared her all over
her body taking time to caress her with the smoothness of the soap all over her
body as she did the same to me. Our breathing began to fasten and her pupils
were dilating. We rocked each other’s body in a soft embrace sliding into each
other’s bodies facilitated by the smoothness of the soap all over our hot
bodies. Caressing her bums with smooth hands felt so nice and she arched her
back as if to let her buttocks protrude more. She caressed my chest smoothly
too downwards all the way to my abdomen until she reached my now hard johnnie
and caressed it with smooth wet soapy hands which made my knees go completely
weak I nearly lost my footing. Damn! That was so overwhelming and passionate,
she noticed and stopped, looked at me and said, “Sorry, I do not want you to
end it here…” she told me and pushed me under the shower where we rinsed our
soapy bodies taking turns to pat each other and caress each other. She would
stand under the shower and let water hit her breasts with her eyes closed,
making them seem like horizontal fountains. An arousing sight to behold. I
could see Sally was also curvaceous than she usually seemed in her usual simple
attire….<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">>>To be
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">As Narrated by
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/PassionateKerry" target="_blank">Anthony Kerry the Love Doctor.</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Whether you think this is morally
right or not, I do not care. The truth we cannot deny however is that most
ladies of late are opting to become single mothers. I am not addressing those
who are forced into single motherhood due to reasons like dishing their cookie
to every man welding an erect dick, or as a result of divorce they did not
anticipate, etc. But those who make informed decision to be single mothers.
They go ahead and pick a man to sire for them a kid or several, then go ahead
to live as a single mother family. So how do you ensure you pick the right man?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Below are 10 key things to
consider when picking the right man, this is according to me but ladies are
different.</span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #7030a0;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ONE: PICK SOMEONE CLOSE TO YOUR AGE<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Remember you are going to get
intimate, and no need taking a 90 years old frail man to sire for you when you
are just 25! How does it feel having sex with a wrinkled man anyway? It is not
just making a baby but enjoying the process. Besides, at one time you might
want to show the child his own real father and trust me, it is better someone
he can associate with as a father not as an ancestor!</span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #7030a0;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">TWO: PICK A TESTED AND TRIED MAN<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You are not about to be a
specimen for some lab, so why bother picking someone who is not a father
already? Pick someone who you know has already fathered. Male infertility is
real, and no need to stress yourself guessing who might be the reason why you
have been having sex over a year and not getting pregnant. If you can, pick
someone who has fathered as recently as possible; that is a sure bet. But if
you wish, you can pick someone with bigger children who you already have seen and
evaluated, but that can be determined as we shall see in another point below.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yes, you can nullify having seen
his kid by evaluating him and determine he is fit. There is a trick here. Do
not assume heavily muscular man is very fit. Muscles are artificial and
manmade. Determine his fitness by evaluating his health e.g. how often does he
get sick, his physical symmetry, smoothness of his skin, etc. you can even ask
a few questions to trick him to know if he has any hereditary diseases. Ask him
how long his grandparents lived and if over 70 then that is a good bet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #7030a0;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">FOUR: PICK SOMEONE CLOSE TO YOUR NATURAL
SIZE<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You do not want to get children
who you cannot associate with comfortably due to huge variance in size. Remember,
chances are they shall associate themselves closer to you if they are almost
your size but if you are 5 feet tall and end up with all children 6 and above
feet tall, questions will arise that you will feel embarrassed to answer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #7030a0;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">FIVE: PICK SOMEONE INTELLIGENT<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is tricky since most people
associate Degrees to PHD with intelligence, that is absolutely wrong. We have
people who barely made it past class 8 who are super intelligent and that is
evident with how they have been able to survive, build a name for themselves in
the society. Evaluate someone’s ability to reason logically and survive in this
world minus the artificial degrees flying all over owned by dumb people.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #7030a0;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">SIX: PICK SOMEONE WHO DOES NOT SMOKE OR
CONSUME ALCOHOL<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">These two degrades a man’s sperm
qualities and poor sperm morphology is to blame for miscarriages, deformities,
low sperm count is also evident among men who smoke and consume alcohol. Remember
you want a sure bet not guess work! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Also, men who smoke smell bad,
men who consume alcohol have inclination towards undesirable behaviors
including womanizing and you do not want such offspring!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #7030a0;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">SEVEN: PICK SOMEONE WITH POTENTIAL TO
BECOME A GOOD FATHER<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is a tricky one. Whether you
want to believe in this or not, you had better pick someone who can act as a
fall back plan family way. Someone who can back you up and take those children
as his own. Someone who can become a father with pride and dignity. Many ladies
are to blame for picking social misfits who sire for them thugs and rapists who
end up soiling the name of single motherhood. Also remember the children might
want to know their father and if you do not feel proud to show them their real
father then chances are you picked the wrong man. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The man should have the potential
to even marry you!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #7030a0;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">EIGHT: DO NOT PICK A DEAD BEAT<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The worst mistake you can do is
to pick someone who sires children all over like a mating dog. Yes, play boys
have some allure that attracts women to them and end up siring numerous children
but that is absolutely the worst choice to pick for yourself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dead beats also go bragging about
the children they sire, and are potential for dramas in future since most end
up regretting what they were doing and in their regret cause a lot of emotional
agony to the women they sired with e.g. demanding to be given the children yet
you so well know he has no interest to be a responsible father; he just wants
children to brag for.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #7030a0;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">NINE: PICK SOMEONE YOU CAN TRUST<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You are about to get sexually
intimate with someone. You do not want someone who will bring an STD or HIV to
you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Also, basic trust is such that
when perhaps you succeed in getting the child and at times you feel like you
want to talk to someone over basic child support issues, having a man you can
trust is very essential. Blood is thicker than water and an honest opinion
concerning the child from his biological father might go a long way to help
you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #7030a0;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">TEN: BE CONSISTENT WITH YOUR CHOICE<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The worst thing is to pick a Luo
for first born, a Somali for second born, an Indian for third born etc. That is
sheer irresponsibility. Even If you pick different fathers do not be so wild
and reckless.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In fact, intelligent women pick
one man consistently to father their children. This way, even the children
shall grow feeling comfortable around each other, and that shall make you proud
of your choice in the future.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At times, it is impossible to
pick one man consistently for various reasons, but your next man should at
least match the above 9 points. E.g. if you pick someone close to your natural
size and semblance, then the child can always think she resembles you even if
she resembles her father.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Women are increasingly choosing
to become single mothers and it is a fact we have to accept. It does not have
to agree with your moral inclinations but it is happening. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I guess the challenge now is up
to men to try and remain relevant to women.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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