Nine months into a relationship things can easily start to fall into a routine in the bedding department – but that’s if you allow it.
She said she wanted to try something different so I fucked her with my words. The venue was the same – my bed. The players were the same – just the two of us. As she laid beside me chatting away waiting for that moment I would reach over and start our usual play, I looked lustfully in her big brown eyes I asked if she could do me a quick favour.
She asked what it was sitting up. I turned to my bedside table and produced a notepad. I flipped open to a page and as I held it out to her, I asked if she could help me read for typos. Disappointed, thinking it was maybe work related, she sighed as she took it. She began reading and I eased out of bed. I stood at the edge of the bed watching her eyes dart left and right till she paused and looked up.
Yes, keep going..
Engrossed in what she was about to read, she didn’t notice as I took out the cold bowl of liquor from the fridge. I flipped off the duvet that had been shielded us from my raging air condition revealing her gorgeous legs – she only had a huge t-shirt on – my t-shirt. I got on the bed and created some room for myself in-between her legs.
Go on.. But slowly this time.. I want to hear you….
She took a deep breath and began reading as I had instructed.
“Eric moved closer to Jordan (our names); his lips beside her ears and he began to whisper:”
As she pronounced each word, I dipped my finger in the liquor bowl and traced out the words on her legs starting from the bottom working my way up.
No, say that again… I said, smiling suggestively at her…
She looked up to me again and as the words escaped her mouth b-i-t-i-n-g .. following the movement of my fingers against her thighs I felt her body tingle all over…
I smiled and asked her to continue..
As I completed the “r” on the word Deeper, my index finger landed centimeters from her yoni. I felt the cold air from the AC retracing the words I had written as they dried out and one look at her was all I needed for her to pounce on me. She said she wanted to try something different so I fucked her with my words – her words.
This is my version of a similarly titled post I once read. I know a lot of people say we Nigerians are sexually unimaginative but I absolutely disagree. I understand some of y’all might want to keep your signature bedroom moves close to your chest but this post is all about sharing. Do you think Nigerians are sexually unimaginative? If not, share some examples.. You can always comment as “Anonymous”
hell no. Have a great weekend and please go out to vote tomorrow.