This episode is rated 18. There are references to sexual activity.
I had been putting some finishing touches to a story I had made up my mind to publish on a certain Saturday without fail. I had figured out that Saturdays are the days most of our readers settle in, to read our stories and even comment on a couple. My writing juices were flowing freely and I was having the fun of my life stringing the stories together. Meanwhile, I had been deferring to answer nature’s call for the fear I might lose my line of thoughts if I stood up at that point. I have learnt from experience that I could easily be distracted in the name of trying to stretch my legs or change my position. When it became obvious I couldn’t endure the enormous pressure on my bladder any more, I dashed to the bathroom, whipped out junior and the golden liquid began to flow effortlessly. I shivered with ecstasy as the urine passes through my urinary tract to the toilet bowl. Such pleasure, such orgasmic feeling.
I was about to whip clean junior and put him back in his place and voila, my eyes fell on the window through to a room downstairs, the door which was wide open and I could see nearly everything from my vantage position. It was a four-storey building we were lodged in at the time in cotonou, Benin Republic. We were on a project contracted to the company I was working for at the time but I have begun blogging very actively at that time. I saw a naked man on top of a naked woman. I couldn’t tell immediately what my eyes just saw on until the man started jerking vigorously like he was nearing the end of his life. ”What, these people are having sex,” I said to myself as if I was still trying to convince myself that what I was looking at was actually happening. This is the first time I could ever see sex happening live in real life.
It wasn’t long, the woman pushed the man from on top of her and sprang to her feet as if to say she just realized what had just happened. She dashed out to what supposed to be the back of her room which unfortunately was the front of our building and a better view at that. She started splashing water on her vagina as vigorously as she could. She bent over and splashed in more water to make sure a good quantity reached the depth she was aiming at. She stood up, jumped up a few times, shook herself and squatted to splash more water. She repeated the exercise a number of times with every repeat lasting as long as the previous one.
Satisfied that nothing was remaining inside of her, the lady returned to her male partner who had been watching and waiting for her all this while. What seemed like an argument ensued as soon the lady returned to the room. Although I couldn’t hear both of them but given the effort the lady invested in cleaning her vagina, I assumed she wasn’t happy the poor man came inside of her. The lady was still ranting when the man with the speed of lightening, grabbed one her breasts and began to suck it. I expected the woman to react immediately but when she did not, I thought I was in for another round of free show and wanted to adjust my legs which were aching as a result of the way I had been standing. For where? The woman came back to her senses and pushed the man away from her breast and instead resumed another round of ranting. I watched the poor man plead and gesture all to no avail. It was while the woman was putting on her clothes that I realized I hadn’t put Junior back in his place.
I write what I heard, saw or experienced. They are as random as they come.
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