This Man From Nkubu

Penis never tasted so good before.

He inched my face closer as i felt something fall off the back of my shoulder and onto the floor with a soft thud.

It took me a second to realise that whatever had just fallen was my wig. Unashamedly, i carried on with the heavy task at hand (heavy being an understatement) without a care in the world. How could i? I was not bothered at all what this man thought of my head without the expensive wig, matter of fact i did not care at all what this man thought at that moment.

If his thoughts were anything near as nasty as the ones that i was currently having then i was safe. At that moment, i wanted him like i had never wanted anything before. The desire burned in me, overwhelming me to levels i never imagined possible. I wanted every inch of him. My hands took a tour of his body, his tout back, head pulled back in pleasure, his eyes half closed, his mouth half open and those soft male groans that sounded  like they were buried somewhere deep in his throat…..and all i could think was, why is his skin so damn smooth?

I took every inch of his in my mouth as gracefully as i could. Which by the way, is easier said than done. And yet, i couldn’t have enough. I wanted more, i angled for more, until i thought i was going to choke and get killed in the process. Still, i kept pushing. I just couldn’t stop. How could i? Was it even possible to? The thoughts rushed to my head, mangled and rhetoric until it hit me that the only reason i was so concerned about every single detail is because for the first time in almost three years i was beginning to like someone. I mean really, really like someone. The thought in itself scared me. It was enough to stop me in my tracks, but i managed to convince myself – rather weakly – that the main reason i was enjoying doing this is because the man had done an amazing job a few minutes ago. My thighs were still trembling and even my knees on the soft thick carpet were a bit wobbly.

This man had devoured me like i was his last meal on earth. It was only fair then, that i pay back in kind.

My right hand ran across his thigh, so masculine in nature while the left hand still rested on his back. My thoughts ran amok and at one point i thought i was going insane. Must be his beautiful manhood. His manhood, not disappointing me for a second, erect and so magnificent in its biggest hour of glory. By God himself, i had never seen anything so beautiful. A masterpiece created to perfection. So velvety, so smooth and yet…..so threatening at the same time. This could humble any woman. The type of manhood romantic novels are made of. Yet it was here with me, warm, veiny and pulsing. At this hour, it was mine to do whatever i wanted to do with it. It did not bother me that tomorrow he might be gone, doing whoever/ whatever. At this moment he answered only to me and that is all that mattered.

If i could, i would have shed a few tears of happiness. But from the groans and how his body tightened up i could tell the hour of coming was here (see what i just did?) and there wasn’t room to think about anything else, least of all tears. I just wanted to make him happy, this man whose presence alone was enough to light up my world. This man who made me feel like a little girl, who reduced me to a giggling mess. And all my friends could think when we were around them was, ¨look, the feminist has finally found her match.¨ l hated it, even tried to fight it at first. How could i allow it to happen? I had vowed not to fall for anyone ever again. This however was so smooth it didn’t even feel like i was falling. The worst bit is, no one saw it coming. Least of all me.

The waves came and i thought i was going to die of suffocation.

I didn’t. I survived.

We fell back in a heap, sweaty and exhausted. I wanted to move away, give him time to recover but he held on to me like a small baby and i found myself smiling a secret smile. I inched closer to him and put my hand across his chest. Our naked bodies touching felt so good, so natural that for a moment i begun to think that we were created for each other. Thoughts i could never say out loud. Those were pushed to the back of my head. I was still uncertain about everything. The only thing that i was sure of is the two of us could not date, for reasons so complicated and yet, paradoxically, so uncomplicated.

And so i kept my thoughts to myself. Another life, maybe. Definitely not today.

I could feel his member getting excited and i gasped silently. It was all i could do not to throw a snide comment on how fast that was. His hand roamed softly on my body. He was so gentle and i loved that about him. I love gentle….slow, hard, demanding strokes are my biggest weakness. Just the thought of them strokes brought me immense pleasure and i prayed he would be as good as his tongue….

His hands found my nipples and i gasped for the hundredth time that night. After powerful strokes, my nipples are my second weakness. I parted my legs slightly, unconsciously, and his hands found me. Wet and throbbing.

¨You are so warm and tight,¨ he said in a whisper, almost making me doubt if i had heard the correct thing. A thousand things i could have said to him at that moment but funny enough, no words came to my mouth. Or maybe it was because i wasn’t thinking straight.

I just knew that i wanted to feel him inside me. All of him. Every single inch. I wanted to feel his desire and all the want we´ve been trying to hide from each other burst to life.

How was it possible for a man to be so gentle and so demanding almost to the point of being violent at the same damn time? How? His urgency was unbelievable, almost as if i did not open up to him he would die or something. He needed me and he let me know as much.

I needed him too. I did not like the idea. But i opened up to him as if my whole life depending on it. Maybe it did. We were in synch and the whole universe approved. As i heard the familiar groan and my legs begun to act like they couldn’t support me anymore, as i dug my nails deep into the flesh on his back and marveled at this beautiful creature, i woke up with a start. It took me only a second to realise what was going on.

It was the third night in a row that i was experiencing the same dream.

With the same man.

The man from Nkubu, Meru, a remote village in kenya, who had taken my world by storm.

I fell back and found myself smiling at the dark ceiling like a fool. Amazing, is all i could think to myself. Maybe at this rate i should start avoiding him, for my own good.

Or maybe i should just ride the wave and see where it lands me. After all, i have absolutely nothing to lose. Apart from my sanity of course, which isn’t that much now, or is it?