MY SPIRITUAL WIFE
EPISODE 21
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I was at “Bloops” at exactly forty five minutes later.
As expected, I had to wait for Jasmine to show up.
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I discovered overtime, that fine girls just have a thing for “entrances”.
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Jaws were on the floor in admiration; desire and definitely LUST, to the mesmerizing sense of presence Jasmine commanded.
Jasmine turned up looking super sexy; ravishing. She was “Class” personified.
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All eyes followed until Jasmine got to the table where I’d been sitting, waiting for her arrival.
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Jasmine was beaming with smiles as she approached.
I was lost in admiration. So lost that I momentarily forgot my manners.
I left Jasmine standing for a couple of seconds, unattended.
I was just lost staring; smiling sheepishly; drooling over the gorgeousness that was Jasmine.
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At this point, I had long undressed Jasmine with my eyes. I’d now laid her on her back; on this table (in front of me) and was currently working my way down her bare tummy when two clapping fingers followed by a “Hellooo!” Snapped me right back.
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It was obvious. I didn’t get a good look at Jasmine the other night.
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This sight of Jasmine was just on a level, unmatched. As beautiful as I’d thought she was the other night at the club, she was even more beautiful tonight.
The gown Jasmine stepped out in, revealed things that could only have been imagined. She was in a very short, sexy, slit, silky black gown. The slit in this gown gets you wondering; itching to know what could just be underneath.
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Jasmine was attractive; too attractive. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Who would?
Who could?
Certainly not anyone in “Bloops”, that night.
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Jasmine was just the kind of girl you’ll cheat with, on your girlfriend, and when your girlfriend gets to find out about Jasmine, she’ll tell you “Well, I understand”.
At this point, your girlfriend wouldn’t even dare ask you “What does she have that I don’t have” because It’ll be so glaring to even the dumbest of brains.
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I snapped back to my senses. I stood up with the intent to draw back a chair for Jasmine to sit.
I reached over to grab a chair in front of me, but Jasmine leaned forward for a hug instead.
For some reason, I found that “unexpected”.
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All eyes were on me, green with envy. I couldn’t believe that I was the one getting all this attention.
Little me fa.
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I was still trying to take everything in, when Jasmine leaned over to whisper in my ear…”What do you say we leave here for these poking eyes and head into where the real fun in Bloops really is?”
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I felt “goosebumps”. It was as though the wiring of my brains had suddenly surged.
The manner in which Jasmine had said this, was a mix of everything. It was sensual, sexy, seductive and already giving me a hard on.
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Jasmine motioned towards a door. I assumed it was the VIP session
I’d heard tales about things that went down back there. I’d even gone ahead to dream about them.
I licked my lips, and with a smile oozing confidence, I said “Sure”.
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Jasmine whispered into a guy’s ear, and we were soon escorted to a session of the building.
Two well built, corporately dressed masked men were seemingly guarding the door.
The door threw open the moment we emerged, ushering us in.
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Jasmine locked the door from the inside as soon as we got in. Apparently, it was a private party and no one else was expected in here.
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The wall “in here” is built with see-through glass. From in here, we can see everything going on outside, but the people outside can only see a reflection of themselves.
Apparently, we were in the VVIP session and the wall in here mirrored the club.
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We had a fridge in here. A fridge that was filled with everything; all kinds of drink; things to snack on.
We had a microwave too.
From what I later understood, being in here meant that we’d bought everything of use in sight, momentarily.
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Our first hour was basically spent on getting reacquainted.
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Jasmine is a heavy drinker. She drank as though the content in the bottle of champagne she’d opened was water.
I was literally playing catch up.
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Since we could see the club from in here, there was always something going on; always something to feed our eyes with; always something to talk about. Plus, Jasmine’s “tipsy state” made things a lot more interesting.
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Jasmine had asked a question; a question I was just wracking my head to answer when a “club banger” hit. It sent the entire dance floor into an uproar; a frenzy. The song happened to be one of Jasmine’s favorites.
Jasmine sprung up from where she’d been sitting down with her behind in hand and began to move to this song.
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I’d never been so turned on, just watching a dance in my life.
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I sunk deep into the couch with my legs crossed, as Jasmine danced to my viewing pleasure.
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Jasmine’s perfect behind shook to rhythm, without hindrance, with no restrictions.
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Jasmine is “FIRE” on the dance floor.
I thought Janet was “fire” but in Jasmine, I saw a match.
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Jasmine walked towards me with her eyes locked onto mine.
Jasmine sat on my lap and began to give me the dance. A lap dance.
To be continued…
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Moshood Avidiime The Writer
