He worked his magical tongue down from my neck to my hard nipples then the “forbidden fruit.”
Your lips on my neck were just heaven and how can I forget your tongue on my beautiful forest?
Her story was not ready to end and she did not want to leave behind a jaded legacy. She was determined to restructure her life and finally live out the dreams she had always wanted.
He had been holding the gun all this while and all he needed to decide on was whether to shoot or walk away.
How do you put back an egg that has already been cracked? He thought of her and remembered the smile on her face every time he would cook her favorite dish ugali, sukumawiki and beef.
He was wondering if Imani would by this point be so mad at him that she might have gone to sleep or even left.
She stepped on broken glass but instead of walking away, she just stood still and let her blood paint the floor red.
As the soap and water ran gently down his body, he could not help but think of Sophie’s sweet soft lips running through him instead.
She pictured Kevin’s strong hands running down her entire body and caressing every inch they could grasp.
Imani was a woman of many colors and like a chameleon she could easily adapt to any changes thrown at her. Her ability to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders with such grace and elegance is one of the things that hooked Kevin to her.
She knew she should not encourage any kind of sexual desires but the thought of Brian’s hands on her body seemed to be stuck in her head like a catchy song lyric…
She decided to give Kevin her phone number and so the fairy tale began…