***MR LECTURER***
Episode 17
Seriously my decision to move on with Comfort was very insane and totally uncalled for, but just like most christains i blamed the devil for corrupting my mind. Nevertheless there was this spirit of adventure, a strange kind of sensation that found its way into my body, blinding me from seeing the thick line of reality especially whenever comfort was before me.
Just like i said in previous episodes, i never had many sexual adventures prior to my marriage, so the feeling of being wanted by a beautiful young lady who equally assured me of every secrecy i could ever ask for really got into my head. I doubt if any of you guys reading this story will be able to resist Comfort supposing you were in my position.
Two days later, I did a very unusual thing by inviting her to my house. She showed up at exactly 7:45pm that Thursday evening looking very stunning in a sexy revealing gown.
“i can’t believe you actually invited me here. What a good start in our relationship but how about your wife?” she asked as she walked into my apartment.
“she’s out of town. I’m here all alone” i breathed quietly.
“Aren’t you bothered that someone, probably a neighbour might tell her about my visit?” she intelligently asked as she settled down in my living room. I smiled and shook my head.
“it’s a possibility i can’t deny but you are here already and i can’t turn back the hands of time” i answered.
“so what now?” she asked, crossing her legs provocatively.
“yea i think my body needs the kind of fire in you. Our first time together was memorable but i want something hotter” i teased, knelt by her side and kissed her.
“oh you are not a gentleman, Seriously. You didn’t even offer me anything huh” she hissed playfully, while her left hand unbuttoned my shirt, giving her access to my n—–s which she squeezed with the same hand.
“how about a bathroom s-x?. I bet your wife is yet to give it to you?” she asked.
“c’mon see my height?, just like my wife you aren’t the same height with me for that s–t” i answered, softly kissing her again.
“don’t you have a kitchen stool huh?, or even a bathtub?” she asked while i rolled my eyes and smiled.
“i’m going to teach you how to be a bad boy. I pray you don’t run” she joked and bit my ear.
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Fifteen minutes later, we were totally n***d in my bathroom. The only thing on her was a shower cap which she used in covering her hair.
“let the show begin baby” she giggled playfully, turned on the shower and climbed on the kitchen stool i brought in for her. She placed her right leg on the toilet seat and bent seductively, opening her K—y for a freeway penetration. I quickly wore a condom and moved in, grabbing her super sleek a-s as water poured on us.
“don’t you wish your wife is hot like me. Don’t you¿ ” she sang as i rammed into her from behind.
Oh Comfort was just the type of devil you pray to see every night.
To be continued.
