MY SPIRITUAL WIFE
EPISODE 18
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Janet chuckled at the sound of that question. She was not in a haste to rearrange herself. She took her time quite alright. Then when she was done rearranging, she leaned forward, planted me a very passionate kiss, unlocked the door, and then walked out.
I followed, almost immediately after Janet.
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Janet walked elegantly past the lady that’d asked the question, without even as much as acknowledging her presence.
I would have bounced past too, if only I hadn’t previously met this lady.
She was Jasmine.
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Jasmine was staring at me with a facial expression, a mix of everything. From desire to disgust, to disbelief, Jealousy and scorn.
It was in that split second of “walk-by” but Jasmine’s demeanor wasn’t encrypted at all.
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The party was an all-night affair.
I’d never had so much to drink in one night.
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As at the time we got back into the club, everyone had transitioned from the soft organized birthday frenzy, to the business of the night.
The DJ was “on fire”.
The dance floor was now being maximally utilized. With literally everyone displaying amazing mastery of their body part’s movement.
It was indeed, a sight to behold.
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It was my first time ever, in a club. Everything in there fascinated me. From the beautiful girls that were grinding on the guys, to the guys that were trying as best as possible to steal a dance. From some very possessive boyfriends that wouldn’t let any guy even look at their girlfriend, to my personal favorite; those girls that were around, primarily for “business” (the Oloshos).
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The fun was nonstop. There were lots of cheers, especially when there were momentary match ups; peer ups for dance battles. Boys went up against girls and same s*x went against themselves.
Very fine girls showcased how flexible their waists can be, in twerking.
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I sat down watching, as Janet entertained me. I sat with my legs crossed; with a bottle in hand, as I watched Janet tease other guys; guys who could “kill” just to be me that night.
Janet led these guys on and in the heat of things, she’ll walk over to plant me a kiss,
establishing to them who the “Boss” of her was.
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We left that party around three in the morning.
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I wondered how I was able to still find my way home in my “messed-up” state.
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The second we got inside my room, Janet pushed me to the wall and our tongues began to wrestle.
Janet’s hand was all over my body. She reached down to my belt and expertly unbuckled it. My pants dropped to the floor instantly.
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Janet got on her knees. She took out my “member”. She licked my balls, then up the length of my stick.
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When Janet got to the top, she sucked the head into her mouth, sucked on it and began stroking me. Stopping to lick and lubricate me further, she went back to s*****g the top half of my stick while stroking the rest.
Janet ran her tongue underneath, then up, licking around the top, picking up some pre-gum.
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I wanted to close my eyes and drift away on the unbelievable feelings, but I needed to watch this babe with my stick in her mouth looking up at me.
Janet’s dark eyes locked on mine, humming and making noises, telling me she was enjoying me; she liked having me in her mouth.
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When I felt myself getting near, I warned Janet. To my great delight she said, “In my mouth, I want to taste you, Paul.” Then back to s*****g.
Oh jeez. It felt great.
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I shot spurt after spurt in Janet’s mouth. She swallowed most. Some ran down her chin.
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My head exploded as I pumped into Janet, bottoming out inside of her again and again.
Complete euphoria. All energy bursting out of me.
I collapsed immediately after I’d taken my time to return the favor on Janet, about two hours later, out of breath and seeing stars from my orgasm.
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I woke up that morning to discover that Janet was nowhere to be found. Every indication pointed towards the fact that she was gone.
I was still very much “hung over” from the night before.
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I woke up very tired and hungry. So hungry that I felt like an elephant would only be an appetizer at this point.
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I rushed into the kitchen to fix myself something; anything I could lay my hands upon.
“Anything will do for a start right now.” I told myself.
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Every tiny sound was deafening. My head ached badly. My head was literally banging.
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I’d made beans the previous day and my joy knew no bounds when I got into the kitchen to discover that the one I’d left for Sam (my best friend) was still inside the pot, very untouched.
I quietly lit the gas, placed the pot back on top of its burner while I scrambled for garri, inside one of the kitchen cabinets.
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Every act of mine that morning was as though, controlled by an invisible remote.
I knew I was acting weird but more than anything, I was certain that this weirdness was necessary for my survival at that moment.
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I’d merely sat down to eat when my phone began to ring.
The ringtone was deafening.
I was too hungry, too tired to talk, so I let the phone ring after placing it on silent.
The persistence of this call prompted me to pick it up after the sixth (very little space in-between) attempts to reach me.
“It must be something important”. I thought to myself.
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I was almost done with my food at this point.
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“He…hello!”
“Hi Paul, am I disturbing another s*x session?”
To be continued…
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