BROKEN CALL

Nelon Writes
#ItsLove🍉

It was a fluffy day – I had accomplished my errands for the day quite early and spent the bigger part relaxing and browsing the internet. I was lethargic to do any extra errands that were not on my day’s rota; it was only in me to downgrade myself to the phone even if it meant spending all day and night on it. It was actually beautiful – I read lots of lovely pieces of writings from different sites and blogs. As the day grew older, approaching dusk – a windfall of thoughts of someone took over, licking my mind profoundly; aroused by seeing her picture on Facebook memories. Part of me wanted to call her, while the wanted to talk to her when I got home and this was ideal since I was in an overly engaged locale that moment - it had to be a call of expression and affection. I relegated all thoughts and concentrated on other things as I hung on for nightfall then head home for a feisty night.

Drizzles creped in from the skies sooner than I left, prolonging my stay till it was dark – the moon and stars plastered by a strapping shade of nimbus clouds amassed in thunder strokes and lightning flashes loud and bright – clear threats of a stormy night yet to be. Thank goodness a few minutes later, the skies cleared and it was time to get home safe and talk to her as I craved from the early hours of the evening. Before I got home, a message from her popped up on my phone screen, she had replied to a picture of me on my status; “What if I inserted my hand under your t-shirt and moved it beyond your naval downwards, what could happen”, she wrote. My eyes opened wide, chills ran all over my body with shivers sprouting on every pore of my skin. I literally saw and felt her erogenous hand move under my t-shirt towards my pubis. I lost words to reply as I moved restlessly glued on the screen of my phone on street. I could not wait to reach home, I decided to call her as I moved; unfortunately her line was not clear due to bad network – we could not talk properly, couldn’t hear what she was saying. I asked her to come home but guess she didn’t hear me; network was really crappy, it pissed me off. She called me after I hung up but it was not any better. I just proceeded home with the piss drowned in my head.

Reaching home, from a distance; I was welcomed by phone light on my door, someone was seated chatting; by instincts I thought she could be the one and indeed as I moved closer, there she was right on the door dressed in only a t-shirt on her shapely body and beach sandals on her feet. The whole lawn was covered in the gloom of night - only her phone light shining like a star in the heavens. As I moved closer, my footsteps interrupted, she got up and called out my name. I was surprised she never seemed bothered by the dark or never showed fright when she heard my footsteps before realising I was the one.

Even though I didn’t expect her, sight of her blew my mind wide and shook my demeanor, propelling my wild psyche to overdrive. We spent a lot of time hugging silently just outside the front porch freshened by a moist ambiance. She held me harder and harder by the minute – her arms crossed on my nape and hands falling unto either my shoulder. Her face dipped into my left collar bone for several minutes, radiating warm waves of exhalation to my veins; such a ticklish sensation! Soon after, I felt her soft warm hand provocatively key in my t-shirt making my hip bones contract and bulge rhythmically – in and out raving up my entire nervous system. Blood was flowing intensely down south into my main vein making it straight up and hard creating a lot of heat and rumbling in my pants. My testosterone levels were skyrocketing, stiffening every single muscular fibre in my body harder and firmer. Her hand kept sending shivers as it moved from my naval until I felt its warmth on my scrotal membrane rolling my endocrines against each other in their sac. She then swept me completely off my feet as she slid her hand gently along the shaft of my dick back and forth, pre-cum was now making dumb my pants, I was on the edge of explosion.

I pulled off her t-shirt exposing her firm boobs and hard nipples; I felt her thighs tremble in wetness flowing from her labia down her inner thighs. I kept running my hands in between her thighs surfing warm juices that flowed along her thighs endlessly as I kissed her hard nipples in turns. She began moaning calmly increasing the tune as I moved my hand between her under lips to her boy under the boat back and forth and kissing her nipples simultaneously. I could feel her body from tip to toe out of control, shaking against mine, her knees breaking stance every second. “I want to feel you inside me”, she mumbled as she caressed the tip of my dick. She dropped my pants and boxers to my feet as I lifted her onto the balcony rails, exposing her dripping labia next to my already wild pubis. She put each of her foot on either side of my hips for support and held my dick with her thumb and index finger and started hitting her labia and boy in the boat with it as she released jets of squirts unto my abdomen teasingly inserting my dick inside her by just the tip occasionally until she was screaming I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Wow! This sound was just perfect for me as I went inside her until I hit a strong jet unto her cervix.
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SHE GOT THE MAN

Nelon Writes🍉
#ItsLove
A true story

Live football delight on TV was the last clipping on a collage of a fascinating Saturday before heading for cold ones with the lads to take us through the night till perhaps break of dawn. I loathed my phone ringing call after another disrupting my concentration on every kick of the game. I couldn’t put my eye to it to check who was calling – I usually don’t conform to weekend calls that are not on prior plan. However with endless vibrations and ringing, I was coerced to respond – perhaps there was an urgent need; it is 3pm, Edmund calling that we head out of town. I was hesitant to a positive response but he said we were taking Yvonne (his girlfriend) to the springs with friends, there was definitely not saying no to that. We joined up the rest of the team for a love expedition headed further west to Sempaya Hot springs in Semiliki National Park more than 70km from Fort Portal on the road.

Along the ride, a few of us already knew that this was going to be one of the best experiences yet.  It was more than just tripping, sweating from searing steams of the springs, boiling potatoes and eggs at the maximum temperature cape - building up to a PDA of the highest form of expression of love. As always, Edmund was cheery and elated but sweating a great deal more than common – thanks to springs steam for disguising his nerves and anxiety. On the sight of this, I personally realised that it was happening with distinction. It became more exciting reading absolute innocence on Yvonne’s face – her appreciative smile painting a perfect picture; ready and blessed. It is true angels exist; even though they are never part of us, they approve our choices and really show it when the right one is chosen. Yvonne looked exactly that – it was befalling upon her. Her smile was pure tenderness filled with chivalry. I was swayed; sure the choices being made were carefully impeccably matched out of the world.

Soon we were headed to the spot charisma was bound to burgeon in the guise of more attraction to the fore. Sunset was creeping from the back of the jungle with obscure visibility onto the high road. After tossing around certain that not everyone knew what was on the grill, we convened for a brief story before proceeding to the next destination. Sooner than all had settled, Edmund standing next to Yvonne, took about two steps back and instantly padded one of his knees on the tarmac, bent the other. Yvonne’s hands spontaneously held her face in disbelief utterly overwhelmed; her eyes a bit teary as she sent her hand forward to receive the ring on her finger with an expected yes as a confirmation ovation mixed up the ambiance. What a moment it was! Not illusion or dreams, it was really happening. Edmund had betrothed Yvonne in a very special way in the heart of nature.

Yvonne wrote a new chapter in our lives with her precision and powerful insight into Edmund’s demeanor and the quality of his charm. She had seen the unseen to many. She knew that Edmund is a very social person welcoming and treats people equally irrespective of who they are or where they come from, a source of respect and unity bringing together friends and family, intelligent, smart and hardworking noticeable from even a little speech from him. His outgoing character and adventurous personality makes for a very attractive young man to all folk. As his friends, we knew all this and never doubted a niche of it.

God was preparing an angel for him that would wipe his tears away - that would make his traits of a great man visible and significant. Yvonne, a heaven sent - stepped up like the revelation of Angel Gabriel to Mother Mary. She came on a mission to change, recreate and reaffirm Edmund’s stance as a good man, husband, brother, friend and change maker. I presume Yvonne noted every single aspect of Edmund and realised that his imperfections would spice up his enormous grit and fortitude. After several years, Yvonne’s mission was complete; Edmund was becoming a husband, her husband graced and blessed by not only the power of love but also by the love of God.

A couple of weeks later from the perfect proposal, Edmund led by his elders and friends reached out to Yvonne’s father humbly requesting him to let go of his daughter so they could start a family together. After blessings from the reverend in a church service and going through the cultural processes, Yvonne’s father said, “You may now take your bride son! My home is now your home, you are always welcome. Take my daughter; love her, respect her, adore her and honor her as your wife, together with my family we shall always be there to support you and ensure by the grace of God, your marriage blossoms”. This was a fruitful feeling; love had taken its course and prospered once again. Mr. Edmund could not help but smile uncontrollably. He stepped forward to the dais where his bride was crowned, as it is in Tooro culture – wrapped Orukwanzi Rw’ente (A chain of white beads) around her neck to knot the betrothal. As a sign of love, he pulled out his phone and took a selfie with his bride in front of their parents and friends to seal it with a smile.

A couple of weeks later, Edmund walked Yvonne down the aisle at St. John’s Cathedral in Fort Portal. A nature inspired photo shoot to keep the memories alive at the foot hills of Rwenzori Mountains and then a date with elephants in Queen Elizabeth National Park followed. After a good time with the large beasts, the matriarch elephant reminded us that we had people at the reception awaiting the couple’s arrival, she charged at us asking us to leave immediately.

A brief stint in Kibale forest with chimps and baboons was next in Kibale National Park before the couple arrived at the sumptuous reception on the lakeside at Rweteera Safari Park on the edge of Kibale Forest.   
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