She recalls the very first time she saw him. He was dancing and lip syncing to the music playing on telly.  There is something about how he talked and commanded attention.  He had a sense of humor and that was something she liked. Who wouldn't like a guy who makes you laugh?  He was just there stealing the show and she watched.  He was sexy, like tall (at least for her) dark and had sexy brown eyes. His lips were, err just kissable.  She says he was the kind of guys you just want to see naked (Im also that kind of a guy). Beneath his slim fit shirt and khakis. Everything about him was something that aroused her. 

She still remembers the first day he spoke to her and the first day he hugged her and kissed her. She remembers it all.

She said she loved him and he responded with the default response for that. They exchanged numbers and got texting and calling. He even saved her bae and took selfies with her. He invited her to his place and she said yes. They met and she liked him even more, you know the kind of like that it too much like to still be like but love.  He had this beautiful and elegant sense of deco; his walls were just a piece of art as his body was. She asked about the art and he gave stories about each piece. The stories were a reflection of his beautiful brain and intellect. He didnt make a move, he just talked and the more he did, the more wet she became. She stared at his lips as they spit words that cut her like a masai dagger. He would lick his lips once in a while between the conversations. She had had enough of talk and she wanted action.

The slight distance between them in the two seater sofa they seated on (see what I did there?) was only doing justice to her. She kissed him and he did not resist. He kissed back. She stops and looks at a distance when she talks about the kiss. And I can tell it was something. His soft lips landed on hers and they interlocked and the feeling was magical. It was getting intense and he groped her boobs and capped them with his hand. His other hand stroking her whole body sending a sensation through her spine. Final landing is at her back unstrapping her bra like he was made to do just that. They were now close to each other, their bodies touching and his hands, his magical hands doing what they would do best. Stroking her inner thighs, soft as they can be and at this time her V is wet like a stew made by a kikuyu girl.

She reached for him, the bulge inside his trousers and boy was that thing edible. Like all edible things, it ended up in her mouth. She was sucking and licking and him, well, he was groaning and moaning. His hands still running through her body and finally getting hold of the helm of her top and the next thing she knew was her boobs out isnt that what 2018 is all about? Freeing the nipple? He freed hers and rubbed them until they were swollen with expectancy. Before they knew it, they were naked.

One was wet and the other was hard.