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ABYSS: The One Night Stand That Ruined Me

Arrgh! The Only One Night Stand

We had just been meeting and those unexpected exceptional one night stands would always happen. That moment when our eyes met and I felt some heaviness inside my undergarments, I knew that it had to happen. I was not the dominating one in this since she also wanted to have some fun too. In biology, I remember we called it a symbiotic relationship. It has never been serious. We loved fun. Is that what everyone feels good about? Yeah that is it. I have to admit that the one-night-stands were soo great that i only longed for the next time i shall meet this electric beauty. I bet you understand the meaning of the term ‘electric’ as used in this context. Her name was Sally. She was the dazzling dark beauties of all time. In my village back at home, she was the only girl who at least managed to own some flesh in her gluteal tissue. To add on to that, she was the infiltrative type of lady. Meaning, she was choosy and selective to certain men. I knew she had fun with many people but I still could not get enough of her time. She had a cartel of men who I guess operated on her on my absence. She would get admitted and discharged after been worked on for hours or days. Sometimes I thought she did it for cash and that is why every time I came back to my village from college, I used to have a packet of approximately a 100 barrier contraceptives. I had that feeling deep in me about what I was getting into.

Therefore, it happened that this day, I managed to get home from school on a Friday. I was extremely tired and weary. The time was 3:30pm. The sun was still shining bitterly on my clean-shaven head. There was a bit of a shaky drizzle that was trying to drive away the sunny weather. I approached my village that was situated in somewhere deep in Ukambani. A lot of grass-thatched and mud-walled houses were the spectacular things in this region. You can imagine the tourists would come to take pictures of our houses and pay us. That shows how deep poverty had stricken our village. The only privileged man in the area was called Mr. Muthama who owned a wooden house and a bicycle.He made a lot of cash when ferrying residents to and from town and that is where he got his cash.

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KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP 3

[THE RESCUE MISSION]

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PART ONE: KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP

PART TWO: KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP

Karen had been kidnapped. Her three friends Clare, Kate and Sharon have vowed to rescue her from the hands of the cruel bastards who took advantage of her lucrative body. The tri-squad could not even try to adjust their senses to imagine what could be happening to her. All they hoped for was for her to be alive and kicking. They had to plan for the rescue mission.

That night, they did not report to their respective homes. Clare, Kate and Sharon had a plan to engage in some dirty duties done by the call girls hoping they would bore fruits in rescuing their friend Karen. A friend of Clare by name Jake had agreed to harbor them in his vicinity as they made plans on how they would execute their plan. They drove to Jake’s house and after they had chitchat in this and that, they sat on the circular lighted-gazebo, which was built architecturally to suit the midnight meat wolfers’.  Jake offered to help them in their plans but they turned down his offer at first.

‘We will do it our way’, Clare Responded. ‘This is our mission remember?’ she squinted her left eye as she gave him a soundly peck. Jake gazed at her for some time before he went ahead to prepare a balefire that would keep the warm for the night. The time was at 8pm. Darkness had enveloped the entire of the horizon. The sky was full of stars; both the dimming and the shinning ones. The crickets and frogs could be heard on the outside as they made their noises. The cool breeze would sweep the air around them occasionally making the whole humidity optimum for human survival. It was beautiful. They slowly converged at the balefire and commenced the plan.


After about 15 minutes, they all rose from the wooden seats and each of them rushed in different routes around the homestead. Each got back with some weird looking club attire. The ladies were all glam. You would confuse them with those brothel ladies who wear to impress anyone who got the cash to squander on them as they roughly devour them. Their current look would liquefy the heart that those shy men hold deep in their inner spirit. Sharon, though looking like she was in her birth-suit, did not like it. She felt naked. she kept looking at herself plastering that woebegone impression on her face. Her thighs had never been exposed like that publicly before.

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ROUSED ESPOUSALS

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Heightened tender  love

Build in a bundle of bravura clouds

To unreachable heights

I feel like the wind blew my heart away

Memories making me live each day

Our unfathomable recollections

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the TREASURED LETTER

Hello there

Valentine is around the corner

All that drives me is this pen and thoughts

Flashbacks that make me quiver

Reminding me of those candles, we are about to light

The roses that take my breathe away

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I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE GREAT MOMENTS

This is another year for us

A promising year of the world cultured in red

A world where we speak and shine love

Where our hearts pour out that escalating love

Illuminate each edge

 

Beauty of nature

I want to watch every minute glitter

Glitter of that satisfactory joy

Breath and let out that breathe of love

Glitter and glisten of that inbuilt power

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THE WALKS AROUND THE GARDENS

Our strengths that live in us

I want to watch to us glow

Grow and blossom with love

Nurture what lies deep in us

Treasure our strongholds

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THE PLAY AND THE LAUGH THAT I ALWAYS MISS

I want to watch your eyeballs bulge

As an admiration of what nature granted us

Nurture what nature gave us

Make it our small piece of art

Moreover, curve it in an artistic way

 

OTHER ARTICLES BY MIT

  1. THE L- BOMB
  2. SEDUCTION : JACK AND ELENA
  3. FORBIDDEN PASSIONS
  4. AMOR : FISIOLOGIA DEL AMOR

 

 

the L-BOMB

Solace and shelter I stole from you

Always making love chills run down my spine

Spin me to the edge of my dreams

Drift me to a slumber of roses

Roses that don’t prick

 

Taking me to the rings of our memories

Which I always want to build again

Make them exists, be a reality again

Write our story over and over again

Flip every page in my mind

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Marystella Natasha

Carpe diem :)

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