Back from s3x holiday, Spang to romantic escapades

It’s been a while since I published. Well, not because the wells of poetry dried up or because the love vanished but I was on a journey to find love and life and indeed I found it. I have created a lot of content and write up on love and life. I haven’t reserved my naughtiness; I am just the naughty Willy. I have widely traveled and met Mukami, Moraa, Khadija, Cheptoo, Namunyak from the Maasai and that Mzungu on the beach. Ouch! I better cling to the African woman.

That’s not enough, for long I have shied from sharing my encounter with Mwende from my yard. I thought I would shelve her to behave but I am losing grip on this Kao girl. I am not trying that at home anymore. I am exposing, I mean not her things. The clips, pics…just have enough bundles for downloads and live streaming.

The experience has been wild; I now live in my fantasies. Thank you to the rude spoken Mukami’s of Embu. To the soft-spoken Moraa’s of Kisii, I lit the fire but I couldn’t contain it. In history, I had to sullender. But I am going back, I must prove my worth. I am going drill it. And if the water is too much, my motherland needs some. With the Khadija’s of the coast, their slow phase and systematic way of literally doing everything, it was the best ride ever. Mdogo mdogo. They controlled everything. I lasted longer than I have ever.

Cheptoo was well experienced. She offered a cocktail of the traditional experience and a taste of an urban girl. The lingerie sparked the moment. Mwende served me well but added chilly in it. Sikumaliza. I wouldn’t disappoint you with much about this Mzungu. Imekauka Sana. There was nothing to lubricate me. I would rather in my next adventure endure covering a mattress with a nylon wrapper with the watery Rwandese girls than that Mzungu.

Soon I am going to start an anti-FGM campaign, because with Namunyak from Maasai I was on a mission to validate the stories I have heard about the effects of the cut on women. With her, it was really sad. She couldn’t feel it. That thing sprouting in the middle of that monthly seasonal stream, achana nayo ikae hapo. If I don’t find it, I will take cover. I can’t withstand that disappointment.

That’s not all, I am not dating or hanging out with girls anymore. Women only! I got a distinction between a girl and a woman. I am even sad that I have largely entertained girls. I apologize to women I shelved and curse the girls I entertained. This is going be interesting... Not a fiction but a real life one. Watch out for the publication…

Then, there is this woman - girl who is not mature enough for my ‘seeds’. I will narrate how much I treasure my ‘seeds’. You heard me right. I don’t scatter my seeds in unfertile grounds.

In the meantime, stay naughty. My experience with the rude spoken Mukami of Embu is next.

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