“Don’t play with fire” they say. But no body warned me that playing with fire was exactly what I’d get for daring a man.
We had just finished making love, and I was basking in the afterglow of it all.
I should have kept my mouth shut, but the devil on my shoulder kept egging me on to say…”Babe, I don’t think that you can fully handle me o, you know I’ve been taking it easy with you”
My beau laughed it off, but I pushed the issue while reminding him that I was older than him, and that I thought that younger guys did it better.
Honestly, I was just poking him and trying to get a rise out of him from pure mischievousness, but he kept on smiling. Seeing that I wasn’t going to achieve my aim of getting a reaction from him, I hissed and lay down to sleep while his laughter rang in my ears.
Weeks after, one weekend like that, I went to spend the weekend with my beau.
That fateful Friday, I had lecturers that finished a bit late, so I wasn’t able to go over to his side till the evening of that day.
Before going, I had freshened up, applied some nice body spray and some tasty lip gloss to keep my lips soft and moisturized.
Once I got to his place, I let myself in because I had a key to his place. He had told me earlier on that he was going to be a bit late, so I should make myself comfortable.
I had already changed into one of his tees with a thong underneath and was about drifting off on bed, when I heard the turn of a key at the door.
Knowing it was him, I didn’t bother getting up as I was feeling extra relaxed at the time.
He came in, asked how I was while feeling me up at the same time. I should have known then that he had something in mind, because normally this particular beau liked to engage me with lots of conversations and wasn’t too much of the touchy feely type.
But I was carried away by his kisses, because I can’t lie, dude had lips made for loving and he knew how to use them. By the time, we had stopped kissing, my panties were wet and he wasted no time sheathing himself.
Before I could process what was happening, this guy had shifted my panties to the side and had entered me half way through, while s*****g on my neck like his favorite candy.
While he was still trying to completely fill me, the intensity of his tongue, fingers and the fullness inside me, had me cumming.
I was happy and thinking that he’d go at it for a while till he came and we’d kiss all night…LOL.
Baby boy didn’t come to play, and after he came. He took the used protection off, sheathed himself again and changed positions while giving me some good loving.
I was sensitive from my first 0rgasm and wasn’t prepared for the friction his second entry would make. But did I say stop?
For where? I craved more in fact and kept m0aning “harder”… Until I had one too many 0rgasms, that any entry because painful and my pearl became too sensitive, while my beau was still rearing to go.
That was when sense descended. So with shaky legs, I humbly tapped out, while pleading for mercy.
Baby boy smiled wickedly at me, and reminded me of my words that night, while laughing at me.
I couldn’t even talk, because no single strength was remaining in my body. I had tried to match his prowess, but biko, my life was important. I acceded defeat and agreed that truly a younger lover could go at it without any need to a break.
Wo! Since then, anytime I start romantically chatting a guy and feel the need to brag, I remind myself of that night.
And immediately, the need to brag or dare a guy would just vanish.
Hmmm…the moral lesson of this story?
Use twenty hours every day to fear younger guys and better keep your mouth one place before it lands you in trouble. Also, my sister once your legs start shaking, Biko tap out o! Before you soul leaves your body while in active duty…
The End
Β© Uchenna Sharon
