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Thursday, 23 May 2019

Being With Jane

by Hans

My friends had had her and still liked to talk about how exciting their experience with her was. I had to have my turn. Sate my curiousity about what it would feel like. I had dealt and had her all to myself now. We were alone now and all the conditions were right: dark room, Jhene Aiko playing in the background, she in that tight fitting white dress I had seen her in a couple of times  and even food stocked away for the hunger cravings that came after, that was how meticulously I’d planned for our time together.

There she was, waiting for me to make the first move. She smelled nice I realised. I lifted her tenderly, still ambivalent about what was about to happen, wondering if I’d do it right the first time, set her body on fire for me. She felt like putty in my hand. I bent and gave her a kiss. It felt wrong and I felt nothing. I braved a deeper kiss this time and allowed her deeper into my mouth, I was about to make a mental note to reprimand my friends for their exaggeration when she responded with a ferocity that had my brain stop for a few seconds. I forgot what I wanted to tell my friends. We had found some chemistry. From here onwards,  it was give and take. Back and forth we went till I realised I was literally losing control of myself albeit the heightening pleasure. I had to stop for now it was all too much at once. I hated losing control and I definitely wasn’t in control right now. Her smell was so intoxicating and all consuming. I’d never felt anything like this before. This giddiness, pleasure and fear. It was too much. So I put down the blunt.