The last time she saw such men was in Rio Hondo, during her last vacation with her stepfather. The man standing before her, with muscular, bogus palms stretched to her didn’t look different from the heavily tatted gold-blonde hair, thick green-eyes, and brawny men of Hondo whose bodies verged into defined, well built curves often visible through clothing. She could never deny that she had wet vagina months on end thinking about such men after her vacation.How could she still be standing with such man now, under same roof; some things are not supposed to happen. She was either in for the better or for the worse.“You don’t need to know me,” she replied her intruder. “By the way how dare you barge in on me?” her voice was high even more than her temper and she was just about to transfer her aggression on this fCiara.“Easy, easy,” the cutie obliged, gesturing his hands at her. “It is my pleasure to meet you.” His hand was still stretched, “I am Rodriguez.” The smile on his face wasn’
“I am sorry if I offended your audacity,”Oh what a world! Rodriguez had never apologized to anybody, not even the whores that yearned for a one night stand with him. He was so arrogant and proud that he told the whores that approached him, “Pussy can’t pull me.” He had never approached any woman to be wooed. With gorgeous smiles, he watched the pretty Spanish women that doubled as his clients and associates slip away even when they made passes at him. In his CV was that he had never seen the thighs of any woman, except for a few occasions where he was drugged by determined whores and pounded in a session of orgy.“I am sorry dear,” he apologized yet again, feeing like withdrawing his questions and playing a clean slate.“That doesn’t answer my questions…what is your name again?” she asked, shutting her eyes to recall until he mentioned it…“Rodriguez,” he mentioned, slowing down his speed, to give inert ears to what she had to say.“Yes Rodriguez. Where are we headed? You see those
“Welcome to Adam and Eve,” the brawny security told Jacy once she cat-walked into the front balcony that led to the galleria. She was ready to explore the night whichever ways and thought of Ken’s trouble was going to make her day horrible; she only apologized to her son Bluueyes who could be having the worst of dinner tonight; as much as she knew Ken couldn’t cook, let alone be a horrible cook. The last time she ate his food, she could remember fixing her anus next to the toilet for almost all day.She ignored their warm handshake, not forgetting to give them the cold shoulders, as they ushered her in. The babble of people and loud, uproarious music welcomed her, as she glared around before she started making into the crowed of dancers and drinkers.It had been like ages since she visited; since Ken started keeping his distance and making her fall short of love. Ken had really stolen the better parts of her, since he disappeared to California. And to an extent she had nagged at mothe
Rodriguez’s lips tightened. “Holy cow!” He exclaimed. “What are you doing, uh? What is wrong with you?” he asked without hesitationBefore he could make to her, she ripped the remnant that barely covered a part of her navel down to her vagina lips, and Jacy was literally naked before everyone.“Oh my world!” onlookers exclaimed amidst chortling and chuckling while a few wowed at her nakedness, others yelled, “Show us your pussy, light skin bitch!”“Oh my goose! What the hell are you doing?” he asked confusedly, stroking his hair and clouded with indecision. Without considering the intent of what she was doing, Rodriquez hummed, tore his shirt, grabbed her torn shirt, knotted edges together to form a canopy of ugly fabrics, and quickly lay her on the sofa. Grunting something wordless, he wound the improvised cloth round her waist, at least only her big breasts and a cheek of her round buttocks were baring now. He had not carried anyone weightier; just mere lifting of her hand confirme
Rodriguez had never been so confused and indecisive in his life. Ever since he got into his hotel room and laid her in bed, he had paced up and down the room, reasoning on a fast lane over Jacy’s drunken state. He had tried to lay down by her side but the strong stench of alcohol from her breath fought him off and almost nauseated his stomach when he sat up. He noticed the drench of sweat all over her body, and the likelihood of developing cold when the sweat might have subsided to chilled droplets wasn’t far-fetched. At first the idea of washing her up in the bathroom hit him in the head and he disapproved of it, avoiding Jacy’s like time-bomb trouble, not wanting anything that involved her body or her trust for him to fail. He knew he was right about charming Jacy, and there was no stopping him. It was his first time of staying in an enclosed place with a woman; not just a woman much familiar to him, but a total stranger, whose identity and past he wasn’t too sure of – just lik
“I am done,” she said, swirling around in the front of the mirror to behold her dazzling looks.He wanted to applaud her beauty but he kept mute. “I can drop you off.”“In the same Austin Martin boneshaker? Well, no need for that. My husband won’t find it funny seeing us,” she said inwardly, reminding herself that Ken was yet to marry her so she still remained a mistress. “I didn’t spend the night in his house, so I am getting ready for a fight. She looked into her phone and saw no missed calls, messages or voice notes from Ken and she expected nothing less from a man that wanted her not to only disappear from his life but from earth.“I got to go,” she said, hooked her handbag. “Once again thank you for the dress and the previous night.” She said coldly and his face seemed lonely at once.He shook his head, losing interest in words but not in her.“I got to go,” she said yet again, making him feel he held her legs from walking and that there was something of hers that he still had- r
“Hello baby I am back.” Ken said to Mrs. Fanny the moment she walked through the door.She flinched fearfully, casting a stare at Ken who was at the wine shelf. She least expected Ken’s arrival and she had lost interest phoning him either. The lonely nights had only left her at the mercy of night clubs which she frequented to wade off boredom and horny. And to a sort, having Ken back wouldn’t change who she was to him – a mistress and a sex mate. She had only realized that too late. What on earth would have inspired Ken to give condition for her to be called his legally married wife? He knew convincing her husband to sign the divorce papers would not be an easy task and he gave her such tedious condition if indeed she would become his wife. What a wicked man; she thought.“Come over here, baby,” said Ken with wide spread arms and a face that shone with smile.How long is this going to continue like this? He doesn’t care anymore about me. All he knows is fuck me and nothing more; she s
Mrs. Fanny felt numb and betrayed, and spending her night at the edge of a night club was one way she had gotten over heartbreaks in the past. Only on such days could she be called alcoholic. As she glared at the bottles of beer and rum on her table she caught hold on a cigar on her table and lit, before she had her first draw of smoke and started pondering over Ken; yes she had played the folly and it was time to draw the curtains against Ken and move on with her life. She wouldn’t want to run to Fanny, even though she knew that Fanny still felt a thing for her and would give her opened arms should she dare to return to him. To her there was no difference between fanny and Ken now, and she had put them in the same box. Cheats. liars. Betrayals. Fools. She would have to search for more words to describe the worst of men she had regretted knowing.“The night was damn lonely despite the sonorous music and rowdiness of the night club.She was interrupted by a groaning voice that came at