we went to ikogosi, and the springs oozed warm waters, and angela said it felt like love, and her boyfriend, Okehi, smiled at her like a big sugar daddy, while i felt queasy in my bowels, and thought of angela's toffee-brown cleavage...
later, Okehi went to get us Superyogo, and i sat on a bed of dry rust leaves, and angela talked about her forthcoming visit to Okehi's village, and i suddenly felt envious of Okehi, because he had a subtle w ay of winning over all the girls he smiled nd sweettalked to, and i feigned a smile of happiness at angela, and she reached out and touched my cheek, and my hand flew and clasped her hand on my cheek, and i closed my eyes, like a fulsome teenager, and she asked what i was doing, and i told her that i just wanted to catch a whiff of her flesh, and she giggled, and said in a rather conspiratorial voice:
"what would your friend say when he catches you like this?"
"I don't care," I said.
i stood up, my hard-on nudging between my thighs, and pulled her farther into the woods of ikogosi springs, and gently as though she had all along been expecting this move of mine, she sat down, and i stretched out my legs next to me, and drew her closer to me, her back to me, and i began unzipping her blouse, and my hand gripped her breast, and my mouth let out a ragged sound, and i felt her a-tremble at my touch, and i realised as my fingers dug into her cunt, that her wetness was slick and filled my nostrils with an overpowering carnal hunger, and we lay side to side, and i shoved into her, while she squealed softly, quietly, urging me, yet calling okehi's name...
when we got back later to the spot we had sat earlier, okehi was nowehere to be found. we waited for a while, before he appeared smiling sheepishly as though he had just worked himself to an orgasm...
we went to ikogosi, and the springs oozed warm waters, and angela said it felt like love, and her boyfriend, Okehi, smiled at her like a big sugar daddy, while i felt queasy in my bowels, and thought of angela's toffee-brown cleavage...
later, Okehi went to get us Superyogo, and i sat on a bed of dry rust leaves, and angela talked about her forthcoming visit to Okehi's village, and i suddenly felt envious of Okehi, because he had a subtle w ay of winning over all the girls he smiled nd sweettalked to, and i feigned a smile of happiness at angela, and she reached out and touched my cheek, and my hand flew and clasped her hand on my cheek, and i closed my eyes, like a fulsome teenager, and she asked what i was doing, and i told her that i just wanted to catch a whiff of her flesh, and she giggled, and said in a rather conspiratorial voice:
"what would your friend say when he catches you like this?"
"I don't care," I said.
i stood up, my hard-on nudging between my thighs, and pulled her farther into the woods of ikogosi springs, and gently as though she had all along been expecting this move of mine, she sat down, and i stretched out my legs next to me, and drew her closer to me, her back to me, and i began unzipping her blouse, and my hand gripped her breast, and my mouth let out a ragged sound, and i felt her a-tremble at my touch, and i realised as my fingers dug into her cunt, that her wetness was slick and filled my nostrils with an overpowering carnal hunger, and we lay side to side, and i shoved into her, while she squealed softly, quietly, urging me, yet calling okehi's name...
when we got back later to the spot we had sat earlier, okehi was nowehere to be found. we waited for a while, before he appeared smiling sheepishly as though he had just worked himself to an orgasm...
Posted by: mick adejoh | 2008.01.04 at 09:41 AM