CHAT WITH ME ON SKYPE - DICK AND THE PINK KITTY

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WRITTEN BY: NERO
EDITED BY: Nissa
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DICK: Hey
Nancy4U: Hey
DICK: How are you doing?
Nancy4U: Great, Have we met before?
DICK: Nope...hehehe
Nancy4U: What?
DICK: Nothing.
Nancy4U:How did you get my email?
DICK: I asked google.
Nancy4U:How? lol
DICK: I was searching to someon to chat with.
Nancy4U:So, you got mine?
DICK: Yeah. So, how is work?
Nancy4U: I am a student. School is fine.
DICK: I wanted to chat because I was bored.
Nancy4U: It's ok, I can keep you company, I guess.
DICK: Yay! Thanks alot.
Nancy4U: You are welcome. So, What do you want to talk about?
DICK: Emm...sorry whar is your real name?
Nancy4U: Nancy.
DICK: Ow, you and my ex have the same name lol
Nancy4U: Wow, thanks a coincidence lol.
DICK: Both of you might have something in common.
Nancy4U: You tell me.
DICK: She is fat.
Nancy4U: I am not...
DICK: I mean, before she start to the gym.
Nancy4U: Ow ok, I go to the gym too.
DICK: I thought as much.
Nancy4U: Wierd, lol
DICK: She uses blue nail porlish.
Nancy4U: I use pink, it is nice with my complexion.
DICK: That was after I told her I like pink.
Nancy4U: You like pink :)
DICK: Yeah, what? :P
Nancy4U: I thought pink is girls' colour?
DICK: Yeah, thats what you thought.
Nancy4U: Why pink?
DICK: It's a colour for most kitty.
Nancy4U: What? Kitty?
DICK: Yeah, kitty.
Nancy4U: I hope you are not talking about what I am thinking right now?
DICK: Nope, not at all.
Nancy4U: What kitty have such colour???
DICK: Most, most kitty.
Nancy4U: I have not seen it before.
DICK: YOu don't have to see it...it's already with you.
Nancy4U: With me?
DICK: I mean, somewhere arround the neighbour.
Nancy4U: When did they come out? I mean how did you know there are such kitty?
DICK: It is when I talked to the owner, she showed it to me.
Nancy4U: Are you doing what I am thinking?
DICK: Nope, I am just sited, chatting with you.
Nancy4U: Hmmm...I mean, are you talking about sex?
DICK: Do you want to talk about it?
Nancy4U: Why are you such a prick? Do you think I don't know what you are doing?
DICK: I am only talking about a familiar but rear kitty.
Nancy4U: Ok, go on.
DICK: After the owner showed it to me, I kissed and pet it, so dearly and softly.
Nancy4U: What did she say?
DICK: She was very happy I loved a kitty like this.
Nancy4U: Ow...poor kitty.
DICK: I put my finger inside the kitty and played with it...
Nancy4U: Why would you do that??
DICK: It is a rear kitty, it gets pleasure from that.
Nancy4U: Oh, really?
DICK: Yeah...by the time the owner could know, I have already began to make the kitty so swollen and hard...
Nancy4U: That kitty could be dangerous.
DICK: Not for those whom know how to pleasure it.
Nancy4U: When she saw it swollen, did it scare her?
DICK: She was happen and I gave the kitty my cucumber to eat.
Nancy4U: Do kitty eat cucumber?
DICK: That kitty does. The kitty was very tight and fresh...
Nancy4U: Tight?
DICK: yeah, it looks new to me.
Nancy4U: Fuck off, you psycho!!! I knew it.
DICK: Knew what?
Nancy4U: That you were talking about kitty.
DICK: Yeah, I was.
Nancy4U: It's nice chatting with you, jork...
DICK: Hold on, it could be your kitty
Nancy4U: It looks to me that you just ran out of Rehab.
DICK: I go there everyday... :D
Nancy4U: Screw you...go f*** yourself!
DICK: I do that all the time. Any other thing?
Nancy4U: Yeah, you might wanna f*** a hen...
DICK: Ok, lets cut the chase...I am Johnny Bridges.
Nancy4U: Seriously? Mind answering afew questions "Johnny Bridges"?
DICK: Hit me baby!
Nancy4U: Who's your ex wife?
DICK: (searches google) babe, I only dated her. Never got married to her. You talking about rose right? cuz, I don't remember half of the women I date, it's actually just a one night stand.
Nancy4U: So how old are you? when's your birthday?
DICK: blah blah blah
Nancy4U: I'm still not convinced. Okay here's a tricky one. What's your mum's name?
DICK: (searches google, fails. He thinks of a name) *insert name*
Nancy4U: OMG!! you really are Johnny Bridges.
DICK: Told you.
Nancy4U: Oh no, this is not true...that actor?
DICK: Yeah, thats me.
Nancy4U: Can I get your number.
DICK: (number) Call me if you need anything.
Nancy4U: Wanna see my kitty?
DICK: Sure, where would I pick you?
Nancy4U: (address)
DICK: Hang on (went offline)
Nancy4U: (went offline too)

[This is a play in my slide vid on youtube DICK and the pink kitty]

How to be a smart cub...

This article is bent on the basics of being a good, intelligent, and attractive cub, "Cougar Boy". Hey don't think, stop thinking. I know what you are thinking, just get focused and read...:).
There are millions of women out there whom wants a very nice and possibly, a miraculous, and energetic guy just like you, me or someone else.While some thinks you are good to go, and some thinks you are too small in heart, mind, or even physical appearance. Hold on, muscular guys are wanted and loved by many cougars, but you can also be a non-muscular guy and still complete that task that muscular guy can complete, do be a perfect replica of that muscular guy, everything here is based on this small word Latin phrase "modus operandi".
Ok, here we go. You can be a good cub, viz.

1). Show respect always.
The best way to show her respect is to ask few questions, don't observe always, don't spy on her (NEVER). It is unfortunate that most of us, ask too many questions to the extent that we ask things that we are not supposed to ask or exits. Such things we are not supposed to ask or know is about her past lover or life. If we think it is vital that we know, of course it is vital. We should only want to know if she is divorced, or a widow (of course you don't get close to a married woman, nature will punish you for that). If she is a divorced or a widow, go very slow to ask what the cause of the event was, after that put a bold full-stop that part of the discovery, and close the chapter. Don't book-mark it.

2). Prove your love often.
The prove of love is not just sex, it is all about sex. Please understand. Ok, let me put it this way, the prove of your love is not "SEX", it is all about "SEXUALITIES AND THE UNDERSTANDING FOR HER FEELINGS" full-stop. I personally, can prove my love thus, cuddling, kissing, pegging, buying flowers, sending love cards and SMS; I mean, I really want to hold her most of the times, let me feel the warmness of her heart for me, as it runs through her veins, I want to feel her heart burn for me. Okay, enough of that. I sound like kid right :). But sincerely it is true, it is not just sexing all the time. Hey dude, stop talking, if it is sexing all the time then you must be a very lanky guy as you are sited on that piece of wood.
Well, well, well,lets talk about sex then. Your cougar is not with you because you think she needs you most, or because she thinks there is no other you. She is absolutely with you because you caught her eyes, and in that sense of feelings, you can be what she is thinking. Trying to find out what she wants in bed and provide it, in other words do it. If she wants a it to be gigantic, and its not, make her feel it to be gigantic the way you accelerate and change your gears, try to do the drifting thing, those whom drive know what I am talking ;).
If she can't feel you, then you are on the loosing edge.
Wait, do you know how to eat,  not your food lol. Some kinda licking, biting, sucking (this is the regular sucking) and suckling (this is sucking and pulling with the lips). Wow, am not teaching, just talking. Am I talking? Nope, just blogging.

3). Don't under-estimate her.
"She's old, not trendy. So she won't perceive that I am snicking". Just be quiet and think, who told you she'e not going to know? She is a lady/woman, she can tell if something is wrong, just like your mum can. What ever you will do, be open to her and also considerate. Don't look down on her, don't lie to her. Oh Gosh, I hate liars, seriously. Don't do things that her back. Maybe am now sounding like Moses, when he was giving the 10 commandments.

4). Listen to her while she talks, and try to understand her.
listening is a very pleasurable thing to do, it arouses your love for her. Don't just listen while she talks like you are listening to music, listen to her like your guardian angel is talking, don't miss any line. "What! Are we tape recorders?", unfortunately, we are in this one. Because one of those sweet days will come when you will make sweet quotes of her words, of cause that will stir up sweet moments.
And hey, don't be quiet like a dude and listen to her while she talks trash. Trash like the sweet moments of her past relationship(s), or about the guy she saw or met somewhere else, or asking you about your male friends in a manner, or talk you down. Just ask her to stop that you are not feeling comfortable with it. If she refuses, just walk away.

5). Try to relay your idea of love and care to her.
Love can be relayed to her in some of the ways I just enlisted in point number two (2). Try to show here more love on the street and in public places, she's not going to feel shy, but if she does then reduce it. Are you going to feel shy? Hahahaha....did I hear you say yes? Ow ok, you where just coughing.

6). Respect her friends, and family.
Her family is what piss me off, seriously. I told her about it, and she never bring me close to her family members again. Most of you will know what I am talking about.
I am very much okay with her friends that have the same cougar concept as she does, because those that don't have such concept, will want to piss you off. They might do this with their unnecessary and unreasonable questions like, "Why are you interested in Jan?", for instance. You have the answer but you can't release it. Because that question is not the actual question, the actual question is, "Why are you not interested about girls?". I really stay at arms-length from those sort of friends, when an pressed, I just give out the answer not minding with actual question was. I can't tell you the answer, you know what the answer should be, I mean, you know why you love her that much.

7). Don't talk about her with your male friends, you can do that with your female friends.
Most friends are back-stabbers, some are wolves in sheep clothings, while some are just as pure as a friend. But how should you know really, which is which? When my male friends ask me anything about her, I just pretend I didn't hear, if it is asked again, I change the topic. If he press on again, I will tell him, "I wonder why you are asking". If he said cause he is a friend, I will just tell him, "Sorry, she is so peculiar to me, that I can't shear anything about her with you".
If your female friends want to know, tell them what you know won't hurt you, even if it gets to some other person. Therefore mind what you tell them. You may also ask for their advices, when given think about it before implementing. For some of them might be wanting you, while some just want to put asunder.

8). Dress to fit and respect the occasion.
The first time I started dating, I would go to church service with her with a pair of jeans and a polo or a shirt. And I would also go to have a drink with her with a pair of trousers, a shirt and a tie. I was all wrong. You should attend all church services with a pair of trousers and a tie, possibly suit-up. Have a drink with her on jeans and a polo shirt.
The occasions which we knot ties and suit-up are on official occasions like going to her office (I forbid that, I don't do that), award night, cocktail night, bday of popular or prominent people,  naming ceremonies, political occasions (I can't find my arse there) and other of such gathering. You are expected to put on sport wares when going for a walk, jogging, sporting and such activities (My best sport brand is NIKE, and Manchester United).

9). Let her know if you are not okay with her dress or dress codes.
It is simple, "Sweetheart, I don't think this dress fits you", or "I don't recommend this cloth, it looks childish". Say something, don't just stand stare.

10). Always put your vioce down when talking to her in the mist of arguments, quarrel, misunderstanding, etc.
Try avoid these things as much as possible, if it is becoming alarming walk out of the room, I just said ROOM not house. Yes, she or her friends will think that you are weak, let them think. That is the best way to calm your anger not to say trash. Because you and I know as much as they know, only the wrong things that you said will be recorded and properly understood and interpreted :). When those things happen just don't see it that way, see it like you are trying to make a point, then it will go badly and end happily, that for it going badly and ending catastrophically.

Hey, look here, don't just read this and walk away. Drop a comment. I know ladies you must be reading this, drop a comment too.

BEDROOM RAPTURE

The mystery between love and sex
Keeps on bothering my thinking
Each time I become a victim
a victim of love
Which is what I cannot run away from
Just like a man running away
From his shadow

When I looked up in my dream
As I lay so sickly on my dry bed
It was to me like am hollow
And helpless, and naked
Boldly naked and charismatic
Like a 1986 nude-male rockster
In Las Vegas, in his castle

Things began to be blurred to my dream
When they entered my dreamy mind
Coming so softly and talented
I hear the tiny bells ring outside my dream
As the tiny bells on their ankles
And those on their navels too
They were looking like tossed angels

They climbed my bed with skills
And smiled at me with sincerity
While I replayed with a cooled smile
The way they peeped into my tiny eyes
Gave me a very clear message

(07 Tuesday 2010)

How to be an outstanding guy....

In my own view, these are how to be an outstanding guy.
1). Do not get involve in anything everyone does, for instance, there is a hot chick, lets say she is a hotcake. You should not try to have the cake or try to shear it with those guys, just be yourself, relax, look good, clean and well-ironed. Get the other girls, make them feel nice around you, flirt and flatter with them, play with them.
2). Get for yourself some good stylish toys of gadgets iphone/sliders/flips etc, ipod/mp3/mp4 players, watches (I love the digital ones :) ).
3). Get nice cloths of various colours like red, green, white, pink, purple, etc, that are body-fitted, well-washed and -ironed. Try wearing co-operate clothing on Mondays to Wednesdays; jackets, jeans and others on Thursdays and Fridays; sport wears or casual on Saturdays; and you may go traditional or native on Sundays.
4). Do not play hard on a girl who eventually falls in love with you, try to love her back but not in a rush, play smart. You may give your phone number if she ask for it, and not if she do not, for it will make you look desperate. Call her when ever she wants or expects.
5). Your hair, sincerely speaking, the only hair that is expected to be left on you is the one on your head, every other one should be removed/trimmed.
6). Sexualities. Wow, sex is not casual, it is unique. You may have sex with whosoever (ie, with females only), but let there be an age range (20-55 :) ). You shouldn't have oral sex, except you are 100% sure you are save to proceed, and proceed with caution to the rally point :). Having sex where soever is not good, but it is "kinda kinky".
7). You should date anyone, provided she is not married or engaged. Sex at first date is scary but curious and serious, proceed with caution, or danger close...out  :D.

"The worst thing that can happen to a man after a first time date and sex is book-keeping, not trouble".

Pleasures.....

.................“No need for more excuse,” Azeru said, “just only this is enough for the whole of them.”

“How dear you talk to your church members like that!” his father burst into furry.

“I’m sorry. Let me go and take my clean bath,” he said as he walked to the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, the memories of many lovely and sexy girls of which some are temptress, seductress, lesbians and even desperate to fall in love with him. But in his entire life he has some kind of bad feelings sometimes towards lesbians.

Chituru, another beautiful princess like Yeoma, she is his seductress. Naturally, mothers are not the creators of their children, but for her mother one will believe without thoughts that she created her and fashioned her the way she preferred with precious stones and fide. This Chituru was not like other chituru, them talk of being like other girls. What made her special is that she always seduces her guest by strip-treading before them and showing them what made her a woman and by touching and saying all manners of things like Jezebel always treats her guests, nicely.

She has all the stoppers qualities and words to persuade all her guests. She’s a 20 years old expert, with some complexions of a black lowered girls, she have a full round figure, a wet lips, straight graceful legs, real round sexy things, inside her pink 9 inches frilled skirt, that she puts on when she’s going for a hunt, together with hoe pink G-strings, having an equilateral triangle of perimeter 9.5 inches. Her uniform is not complete if she did not involve her pink half-eyed bra of chord 4.5 inches, having the distance from the centre of the arch to the centre of the chord as 2.5 inches and accompanied by her small pink lingering sleeveless blouse revealing her fine cleavage and part of the bra’s chord. She puts on pink transparent skillets overshoes’, a pink wrist watch and a pink bow-tie hair packer made of ribbon. All her pinks were that of a silk material except her watch and shoes. She’s known as the pink Lady, and you know what that means.

Another beautiful page of his memories turned opened revealing another girl of such character but to the extreme a deadly lesbian. A 25 years old Woroma, his class mate whom never want to let her group “THE W-FUCKS”, to release. The last day before they had their school holiday he came in cent act with him, but he turned her down. Much of her was not in his interest; so much did not come out of his memory. The last page turned open, and revealed the memories of two desperate girls, whom want to be his girl, came rain, came sun shine. But both are back in the world of love. Among both are Sarima, 24 years old blackhead and the last is a 25 years old Manuchim, who never attend classes because she’s after the boys, but don’t know how to do it.

“Azeru, are you sleeping there?” his father reminded him about mission in church.

“No,” he answered. “I’ll be out in just a minute.”

His father said as walked away. “I’ll be waiting for you at table.”

As he finished taking his bath, he then dressed up and entered the kitchen where the dining table lies.

“What’s today’s breakfast?” he asked his father as he took his seat.

“You’re favorite,” his father said, “What cream do you use? It smells good.” He said as he perceived a nice smell from Azeru’s position.

  “It’s NOUVEAUTE body lotion.” Azeru answered, “Did you like it?” he asked him.

“Yap! I like it. I guess I’ll start using it,” his father then decided to change his body cream.

After Azeru have finished talking his food, he then walked out to their front door post, he was putting on a black long sleeves shirt, well tucked-in a pair of black trousers, a white jugglers shoe, a silver-white wrist watch and a white stets on. The rain was raining the way a man with his right sense will forbid it.........

...................“When did you start your humbleness, mister?” she asked the humble guy.

“It’s just as you come in,” he paused his way for flattery, “Your spirit touched my heart, then I become humble,” he said as he placed his left hand on his chest leaving his right hand on her left hand as it was on the table, caressing it lighting. She then gave him a cute smile, which touches.

“I can’t believe it?” he resumed.

“Believe what?” she asked surprisingly.

“That you’re an angel sent from above to meet me,” he said persuading her to submit onto him.

“Did you think I was sent to meet you?” she asked removing her hand from his.

“Yes, yes, I mean it,” he said taking back her hand, “it is written all over your angelic face, boldly,” he added, beautifully.

“Excuse me, can I have my hand back?” she requested for her pretty stolen hands, that would be used by him to defile her the way he touches it.

“No,” he said, “I’m using it,” he gave his reason.

“To do what?” he laughed.

“As and the medium to communicate truly, through your stirringly veins,” he said admiring her hair with his left hand, while still caressing her left hand with his right hand still on the table, Bobo was mad to be said, he was stark raving mad.

“So, what’s your pretty name?” he asked.

“It’s a sexy one,” she informed him first.

“Wow, I’ll like to hear it,” he said.

“Fanny Boob,” she gave her name.

“Fanny! F.A.N.N.Y.?” he spells it if it’s the one he knows.

“Yeah,” she answered.

“And B.O.O.B.?” he spelt the other name.

“Yeah, it was B.O.B, Bob, but I extended it,” she said smiling cutely. He then gasps.

“The Fanny and the Boob, two great think I love,” Azeru wanting to be fresh with her to see how she’ll cope.

“In you?’ she asked.

“No! I don’t have them,” he drew his chair very close.

“Oh! I see you want something?” she asked touching the buttons of her shirt with her right hand. Azeru understood her clearly but decided to play cay.

“Like what?”

“The fanny and the boob?” she asked as she put her right hand on her blest caressing it.

Azeru looked into her eyes and saw the sign that she’s ready for it. She began to give a very loud sexy body language. To him it was like a was struck by a heavy dream, he never believe she could tease like this for him. It’s a smart kick-off. He thought in his mind and then agreed.

“Yeah that’s what I won’t.”

“Zuru hotel, room nine,” she said to him and went away.

Azeru was left in surprise, and then could she know that we’ll be meeting and booked a hotel room, he thought. Maybe, she’s going to book it now, he rethought.

It was 6pm, the rain was still falling it slowly when he came out of the restaurant to get a taxi. Bobo was a dead man seating on a seat, he left great pain and disappointed, when Azeru belittled him, as he left without telling him.

IV

When Azeru arrived at the hotel, he was confused whether to go back or to continue moving, he stood at a point for about five minutes, looking at the hotel.

When he finally entered and knocked on the door of room nine, she opened the door letting him in. he looked at her and saw that tormented and tormenting cleavage of hers’ as her breasts are trying to burst out from her tiny triangular bra of perimeter 9 inches exactly the same as that of her G-string.

“Wow,” he exclaimed, “You’re such a sexy charm to me,” he said closing the door behind him.

“Is that where your dream is?” she asked him as he was looking into the valley between her breasts.

“So where is our game store,” he asked wanting her to take the first move.

“Here you go,” she said opening the door meanwhile he was looking at her.

“You likes staring at me,” she tried to remind him that he’s the one to make the first move, for he demanded for it back there in the restaurant.

“No full round girl can hide from my eyes,” he said touching her, “So, let’s go to business,” he said.

When they both entered the room, he said, “You’ll make the first move,” brilliantly trying to see if all the girls he have met have the same start mode.

“No, you’ll make the first move, here’s your location, that you asked for,” She said and paused, then continued, “For Christ sake you said you wants my Fanny and Boob! Here I’m’ or did you want me to cut them out from you? Jesus Christ! I can’t” she then went to get her cloths to dress up, trying to make him to hurry up.

In the history of Azeru’s game with most of his lovely toys, these have not happened before, but it did happened today because he had a doubt in mind that he’s not supposed to be with her now. Azeru looked at her in her eyes he made two bold steps close to her, as if he was counting the distance away with his pace.

“It’s a smart decision,” she said as he touched her breasts from behind cupping them, smart, he thought in his mind.

“What did you means, Cinderella?” he wisped to her ears meanwhile his fingers were harassing  her breasts as they stood very close together as she feels electric pulses moving slowly and randomly over her neck.

“I mean the way  you took your steps, guaranteed me real sex,” she said sliding her soft tender hands into his trousers right above his up as she turned facing him.

To Azeru, he have made it a policy that no girl or lady will have to touch his erogenous zone if he have not touched her, especially the one that is the centre character. He quickly but steadily removed hers hands in a polite way.

“Not in a hurry,” he smiled at her and layers her on the bed raising her both hands and used his left hand to still keep her hands above her head. She didn’t bother because she thought he’s doing it as usual.  

Sa he was on top of her kissing and touching her with one hand, his right hand, her face had began to change to sadness, as she felt his hand move from in-between her bra-proved breasts to her belly trying to trace her G-string-proved grain. As he noticed it he then freed her hands as he knelt on the bed, placed her both legs on his shoulder and leaned forward to remove her bra. But,

“Not in hurry,” she knelt on the bed facing him, “Show me what you’ve got,” she started undressing him. She removed his shirt and his trousers, wanting to remove his briefs.

“Slow down, miss,” he removed her hands, “You’ve seen my chest, I’ve not seen yours,” he smiled. She then removed her bra, letting her full round and fresh breasts to be unveiled.

“See the way it looks” he said to her.

“How does it look?” she asked in partial anger.

“Fresh,” he said wanting to touch it, she then removed his hand and said, “Show me your grain you’ve seem my chest,” she then wanted the game to proceed.

He went out of the bed and removed his briefs, “What did you see?” he asked her.

“I see your hood,” she answered removing her G-string.

“What did you see” she asked him, wanting to know how he will answer it.

“I see your fresh, funny deep cut,” he said coming to touch it. She then moved back on the bed, “You’ said the first move is mine,” he said wisely, “So I’m making it,” he continued his movement.

He licked her throat to her cleavage and went back through the same course, then from her  throat to her belly and back. From her throat to her long slit’s hair. The hairs then began to have a free saloon treatment, as he licked and drew it up as he closed his lips over them; she had a long slit opening this time the measuring units can’t take it.

He stood up and went to the refrigerator and brought out some cubes of ice.

“What are they for?” she asked as she lay helplessly on the bed, her mind then began to beat faster than twice it should, because she have not had an ice touch before, but she do know that it does exist only among sex her. She began to feel the presence of her dreams, but it will take the touch of an ice for her to hold her dreams hand in hand.

He placed an ice cube right in the valley between her breasts and another on her tiny belly, he began to taste he inward thigh.

“Oh boy! Get it, it’s close to you,” she said shuddering with cold as she tried to put his tongue on it.

He then placed an ice in his mouth and licked all part of her soft flesh with his cold cat’s tongue. She drew his head slowly and forcefully to her fragile slit, but he refused it wisely. He stood up for more ice cubes, after he went have gotten them, he came back to bed, and where she lay wide spread.

He used the ice cubes to caress her breasts and grain avoiding her ripples and slits. After some wise and skillful caress, she had great goose pimples across the surface of her skin as she got succulent, meanwhile he went he went down to receive it with his mouth by helping it to overflow as she pulls on his strongly; it was a weave fight.

“I’m dead in your hands,” she tried in a very low tune as she shy’s away.

“Are you really Miss Fanny Boob?” he asked wanting her to be brave.

“Yeah,” she said in a proud voice.

“Then relax,” he drew her close to him.

She then relaxed for more. He then caressed her round buttocks and thigh with both hands lightly and smoothly as he closed his lips over her novel, ripples and breasts.

“God, what a boy!” she exclaimed and gasped. He squeezed and fondled her breasts and closed his teeth over her nipples and shocks it, but lightly. 

“Oh, oh, oh, oh…”she mourned as she got succulent the second time, learning the juice in his mouth; he then gave her the love making whish she was long waiting.

After they must have finished, he began to rest with panting while she went to take a bath. He then asked her from the room.

“What your real name?”

“I told you, it’s Fanny Boob,” she said.

“I see could you please be fast,” he told her.

“I’ve already finished,” she came out with a towel tithed over her chest. The towel had a width of 20 inches. He come to her and said, “I need your towel,” wanting to see her again without, fig leave as she’s not in the mode, meanwhile he was caressing her thighs underneath. She then removed the towel and passed it to him; she was wearing a yellow G-string and a yellow bra exactly the same triangular size.

As he collected the towel heading towards the bathroom door, he was wondering why she slept with him without admitting that she’s a prostitute; she didn’t ask to be paid. He turned and looked at her, she was on the make-up desk, making-up. She looked at the mirror and saw him, she then smiled. He then took all his cloths into the bath room.

As he was taking his bath, he heard a strange noise like that made when a catteries of bullets is being fed into a gun. After then he then heard a screwing noise like a silence being screwed to a gun. He then knew that she’s an assessing with a silenced pistol. He quickly took his bath, dressed up in the bath room and was about to flee from the window, he then heard the sound of the door being locked; he then knew it’s the front door.

He then stood freeze. I know its Orwu, his frightened mind told him. Knock, he heard ...............

[I know this is a kind of creepy :), I am still working on it, I would have finished but my classes are holding me down. "PLEASURES", adopted from my one and first novel]