ADDICTED

Nelon Writes
#ItsLove

I could not evoke vividly where I had seen her but her pretty face looked recognizable, her stunning smile on top of everyone else’s. I was driving from a long trip with my friends when I saw her walking in a pack of girls. As we approached them, I slowed down instinctively tempted to talk to them, at least say hi but could not stop – I’m not used to hitting on women on the road. I drove off, my mind creeping in astonishment, wrecked in admiration and speculation. Her smile was truly special; those few seconds melted my heart and sprung like magma - a staggering surge of appreciation and awe. Regrets of not stopping to say hi dawned on me but I let go hoping to see her again. I told my friends I loved the girl; something felt different as soon as I set my eyes on her. My heart rate accelerated, my mind crammed up with endless visualization, my body shivered with wonder leaving me agape and bowled over. They laughed it over, calling it mere lusting. It was a unique indescribable feeling, didn’t dwell so much on it with them but instead kept it to my inner self for comprehension. I rested my hope on meeting her another time wherever so I could prove the righteousness of my intuition.

A couple of weeks later, opportunity struck again; I met her at a public event with her friends - this time a bigger number. None of them was my friend but the urge to talk to her reigned over my ego. I reached out, said hello to each of them. “Can we talk for a second?” I queried while holding her hand a little longer. Honestly, I believed the sensation inside me even thou my expression faded as we moved further away from the pack; it felt perfect holding her hand walking besides me for a few minutes. “The impression I get from the intonation of your voice and depth of your laughter makes me feel something unexplainable. Can we hangout sometime so I can have more of your charm?” I said as she showered me with her enchanting laughter. I could not divulge on her beauty, it was obviously out of this world - a real charm. She said she loved my expression and gave me her chat contact to keep in touch. This is when I knew I was willing to discover and savour the treasure hidden in her, launching it in my head and heart to pursue her.
 
Interacting with her more gave me a real affection of love and friendship, getting attracted to her over and over while having a good time. One weekend we got away, out of town to have personal time together. It turned out to be a foundation for a strong relationship; love, friendship, fun, honesty and freedom. For an entire weekend, I resisted her; I wanted to understand her to prove my inner asking about her. I didn’t want to go intimate with her; without her knowledge definitely. When it was almost bedtime, she stood in front of me on a wooden floor of a luxurious banda, stripped her short dress off leaving a black laced exotic thong covering her nether and its matching bra covering her breasts. She then turned away from me, wrapped a big white towel on her and went for a hot shower. She was a real temptation, I could barely hold it; but literally held myself firm – keeping tabs with my personal promise at least for the weekend.

This weekend revealed to me what an angel she was; her honesty, laughter, freestyle and dreams were a perfect combination to her belle. She was playful, charming and caring; I could not believe her soul. Love at first sight or I needed someone like her before we met? I thought to myself. “What would you do if you got addicted to me or we got addicted to each other”, she asked. “I would sure love this addiction; the temptation is so right, would you want to be my addiction?” I asked. She looked amazed and said it was her biggest fear. We later agreed in unison to give it our best shot, marking an eventful weekend.   

 A week after the trip, we could barely hold what we had started, ripened for ourselves with so many I miss you’s, I want you’s and I love you’s. It was time we removed all restrictions and drowned into our bloom of love and attraction. 10pm on a Tuesday night; “I want to be with you tonight”, she said. Wow! I had not planned for it, had office commitments early morning the next day. I could not turn her down thou, told her to pack enough clothes instead. She came home past 11pm. I welcomed her by lifting her off the ground as she wrapped her legs around me while we kissed passionately. I lost control, put her back on the ground, pulled her top out from her raised hands while she hastily peeled my pants down, and then we went down on the floor. She pushed me away from her and sat her dripping wet thighs on my extremely hard dick, slowly dipping it into her hot honey pot as it fed my excitement by juices and vibrations from inside her. Veins on my arms and all my body were rising uncontrollably cramming up with blood as she teasingly played with my dick inside her while she thrust tenderly moaning with ecstasy until tickles in my body became unbearable. I turned her over, screwed her a little harder and faster till we exploded simultaneously. It was an intense action in a brink. She then lied besides me on the floor as we wrapped our arms and legs into each other suddenly bursting into laughter – I’m sure my neighbors were astounded by this but who cared what an entry it was into our lives. We spent the rest of the night freely conversing and cackling, telling each other sweet nothings playing deep into the night. It was clear, I loved her beyond lust. I was growing in love and relishing every bit of the memories. Day after day into months, my love kept growing as she surprised me by her endless growth in demeanor and thoughtfulness. 
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RESTRICTED

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#ItsLove

A creation of aura ensued in my mind as soon as we assented to an evening out in the untamed - the only space we could hang out with a pacific ambiance due to the ongoing lockdown barred by a strict curfew enforced by ravenous security personnel in the guise of protectors. My imagination bore a rather risk-bound impression that as usual by instinct, I fell for. A few hours before dusk, late on a Monday afternoon with blistering rays of the sun etching streams of sweat out of our bodies, we set off - a gullible her with an armless black top on light grey sweat pants walking besides me, arms intertwined; smiling and laughing and cracking stupid jokes playful on the main road – a perfect recipe to a would be special form of articulation.         

Pretty faster we moved; strolling briskly and resting in intervals of a few minutes to catch up with time so we could be back home before curfew time. Happily, we reached our destination (a man made dock on the edge of a crater lake) having in excess of an hour to hangout and have a bit of time together embraced by nature. A picturesque scenery unknotted strains and pains in the muscles of our legs and feet, we carefully sat on the brink of the dock immersing our feet into the cold water up to the middle of our shins. Suddenly, there were no words between us; we mostly spent the time adoring and admiring reflections of the blue sky on light waves of water, ducks swimming in rhythmic fashion consuming all the attention with worthy delight especially for her. I could read it on her cute face; she occasionally turned with infectious smiles unto me holding my arm tighter with her soft palms. I could feel the rhythm of her rib cage on mine every time she held me tighter and extended closer to my body by the minute while wind shook the dock along.

After fully devouring the art of nature into our senses, she lowered her head into my chest and rested right unto my heartbeat calmly with no utterance. I put my hand diagonally through her right under arm to the bottom lining of her black armless top and rested my hand, before teasingly moving my fingers around her tummy, making it oscillate – bulging and depressing in patterns. She was becoming edgy, pressing her head harder into my diaphragm seemingly taking pleasure from that touch. I was tempted to go further up and down south, she was already in the moment but what I had in my mind overpowered me and controlled me, reminding me there was a perfect story to be made incase time and fate allowed. This became my point of establishment and suspense so I could create a want in her to experience more with me lest luck gave me the chance to fascinate her world. It was already 30minutes past the time we had set for ourselves to be setting off – that meant we had to rush away without hesitation or risk being whipped mercilessly or arrested for breaking the rules. This was my confidence yet her deepest fear especially after what had happened to her friend that was battered days earlier with her boyfriend as they walked back from an evening walk past curfew time.               

As we rushed our way, running and panting in dismay; unfortunately (or luckily for me), we bumped into a troop of security people loaded with bundles of whips like herdsmen preparing themselves to trade to the vandal . One of them, an eagle eyed short dark skinned muscular young guy in plain army green uniform tagged with the Uganda flag on one of the arms saw us but pretended he hadn’t - he stealthily tried alerting one of his mates, a relatively tall light skinned fellow speaking some broken Swahili. I instinctively pulled her by the hand taking to our heels for dear life - escaping the wrath of canes on our already exhaustion soaked bodies. Opportunely, we survived the chase; there we were in the middle of an exquisite wilderness awash with darkness and modest sounds of underground insects and croaky amphibians. What a great enthusing feeling it was! I felt it within me we could find a way of staying an unprecedented night in the wild- risky as it seemed; I was willing to do it, sure of safety uphill and a wonderful epic night. Unaware of what was on my mind; she started showing signs of feeling terrified; whether we would find our way home or where we would safely harbor the night.  It took me a lot of convincing - we would make a great story spending the night in the wild. She couldn’t imagine how that would be, how we would make it happen. She was firstly dreaded by darkness and then thoughts of nightly beasts that would terrify us even more, but by good luck the environment had no such beasts. As we still pondered about what, a guy that happened to live in the neighborhood came by, going home. We asked if he could get us some firewood and help us take it uphill, he accepted to do it for us after delightfully agreeing on his payment. 

Moments later atop the hill, the firewood guy luckily returned with a great deal helped by his friend who had carried a matchbox along for lighting up the fire. It was really cold up there, we needed the fire badly. A thought came to me to keep these guys hanging around as we planned what we would do to have a comfortable night without no worries. Fortunately, I had a bottle of scotch whisky in my bag; I pulled it out attracting the guys to stay along. They got so excited and started assuring us of safety and how fun everything was turning out to be. The fire was so bright, heating up just right - the mood already tuned fabulously with no qualms. 

A few minutes later, I asked the guys to excuse us a bit; she wanted to pee since it had been too cold which they gladly agreed to. I walked her to another side of the hill peak covered by the dark so we could have a moment together. I was extremely hard and firm in my pants generating a lot of heat in there, so horny and excited all over my body. A little peck on my cheek got hair rising on my entire body; I embraced her tighter on my body, gave her a vampire kiss - biting her side neck a little teasingly. I felt a surge of shivers germinate on her face, arms and neck calling out for me to listen. I had never experienced such a bodily communication like it before. I kissed her more, while moving towards her nipples; still dressed, I bit them in turns as my hand slowly slid into her pants simultaneously. At this point she was holding me tighter, moaning carefully with tenderness, breathing a little bit faster and harder. She directed my other hand onto her zipper while she kissed me with her firm wet lips. After unzipping her pants, my hand got treated to a wet warm dripping in between her firm thighs crowned up with a well trimmed vulva, I couldn’t see it but it felt so right on my already soaked hand. She then pushed me away and inserted her hand vigorously into my pants getting hold of my dick with absolute enthusiasm and want. It felt good in her palm as she pulled my pants down while going down on her knees. She made my stomach muscles contract and release with sweet pain teasingly sucking and licking my inflexible and troubled dick. I literally died as she sunk all of it into her soaked and dripping mouth rubbing tenderly against her well aligned dentition. I couldn’t take it no more, I pulled her up from her knees, unpeeled her pants revealing strings running round her waist joining a net piece covering her vulva. “I want you inside of me right now”, she demanded calmly as she went on four legs. She was already dripping making the ground I was standing on visibly wet and warm continuously. I removed my pants out of one leg for stability and went on my knees just behind her firm round ass bulging towards my dick. I went deep into her making her moan a bit louder, I came out and went in humorously while I rubbed her breasts and played with her nipples with my hand, then concentrated on thrusting her as she demanded “harder, harder, harder, deeper, don’t stop, right there, don’t stop I’m feeling it”. Her breath was growing in depth, strength and pace as I sunk completely into action trying to climax since we were taking longer than expected. Her breath got more pacy uncontrollably making me realise she was reaching peak, I did it faster until she suddenly cut the pace of breathing back to normal, she had climaxed perfectly. A few more seconds later, I released a hot jet of cum inside of her as I fell on her back with a lot of sweat and lethargy dripping out of me.             

BROKEN CALL

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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

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#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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TALKING TOORO CULTURE

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The cake and engagement ring on a Kweranga ceremony are irrelevant?

Once the bride's family have allowed the man intending to marry in their family a go ahead and the magnitude of dowry agreed upon by either side, the next and most important thing is the groom's family identifying their bride from an entourage of girls presented by the family in a number of rounds depending on how many girls the family has, an act known as kucooka.

Once identification is done - cheerfully shown by the visiting family when the bride first steps out from the house, the groom is asked to walk towards the bride and  put a white bead necklace known as Orukwanzi Rw'ente around her neck as a sign of love and engagement in marriage.

The bride and his groom with their witnesses and parents then sign marriage certificates from Tooro Kingdom to seal the engagement as an official and complete marriage.

The cake and ring are insignificant on this occasion and are considered a waste of time and an infiltration of Tooro Culture.

Let's preserve our culture as it is.
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SUNRISE

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#ItsLove

When the day finally came, I could only rejoice as I set off optimistic about a memorable exploit ahead. Her arrival was a star sign of what was on offer at camp; she rolled her stunning big brown eyes like windows of paradise in front of me. However, sadly when I got closer, her actions were not in sync with a nasty don’t-say-a-word-to-me attitude. That wouldn’t change the way I saw her though - perhaps it was a challenge I was willing to lay my mind on if my period on camp was going to be an extraordinary tale. Her gorgeous looks, fine curves and charming accent became an instant motivation, she left me internally spellbound.

7 in the morning I was already up for breakfast just like everyone else; new faces all over spot trying to know each other - breakfast being served. Turning around scanning all over, I couldn’t see her. I kept wondering whether she was coming by the second - my concentration tearing to pieces. 8am - time to set out to the pitch where team building was going to take place as revealed by a midsized brown skinned man probably in his late 30s who called for attention before introducing himself to us as one of our trainers sooner than leading us pitch side.   

Flashes later she arrived in a hurricane of distraction clad in a black and red skort enhanced with a white top and ponytail hair. I picked her as my game party. “You really want me to be your partner?” she asked me this time with an endearing smile. “It’s what was on my mind all night”, I responded making her laugh with awe; her smile was a perfect yes. “It is great delight being with you”, I said. “Really?” she queried. “Oh yeah! Let’s play”, I said as we joined the rest of the cohort, marking a grand start to pleasure camp. When day was coming to end, we bartered contacts.

On the third night of camp, I updated my WhatsApp status with pleasant lyrics triggering her to inquire about the song – the title and artist. I proposed she listened to it with me on replay in my suite. After reading the message without replying, she went offline for nearly an hour; keeping me hanging on helplessly. She later returned pretending to overlook my message that she was from enjoying a hot bath.
Me; blessed is the shower that staked moments with you that long
Her; Hahaha I don’t want to imagine what you’re thinking
Me; Well, the song is on replay awaiting your attention
Her; I wish……
Me; ……….you would be here?
Her; Hahaha don’t read my mind
Me; Can I come for you?
Her; Can you?
Me; Yes your majesty!
Her; OK

I thought to myself it was a teaser but didn’t show it. I went offline to risk prospect of a rejection in the night. I strolled to her residence without prior acquaintance; someone directed me to her suite. She could not believe it when I knocked at her inlet. Moments later, she came out ready to move. I helped her lock the door and then left directly; there was voluble music playing - song pressed to replay, no speech between us. She rested on my bed listening to the song over and over again without saying anything to me, me neither. Eventually, she slept off; probably worn-out from the day’s activities. I walked slowly towards the bed, covered her without interrupting her snooze expecting her to wake up after a while but didn’t. Several minutes later, my head was heavy too - I slept beside her.

I turned my head from sleep to check, it was 10minutes to 6am. I woke her up with a pat on her shoulder. She got up a little bit curious. “It is 6am, we have to start the day. Wakie wakie!” I called out. “Why did you let me sleep here”, she said. “Don’t worry, everything is absolutely fine. Water in the shower is ready hot for you, get in”, I said. I went in the shower for a second, and on returning I found her checking herself whether we had sex or not. On realizing we didn’t, she smiled to herself without noticing I was seeing her. I cleared my throat to alert my presence - she got up to the shower.

When she was done ready to go back, I asked her to go with me around the lawn; I had a surprise for her, she agreed without hesitation. Sunny hadn’t come out yet but twilight was starting to eavesdrop. The whole place was quiet, nobody else in vicinity. We got to where sun rays were trying to cut through tree branches, I showed her the beautiful picturesque and said to her, “Do not resist me here, you will cherish the moment”. She accepted with a genuine OK.

I turned around to hide on a tree trunk behind her. As she turned to look around, she bumped into me; I grabbed her and planted my lips on hers. She did not resist, she sailed along. It was morning cold but her body was hot as she gave me freedom to explore. Everything was hasty for fear of being found with the morning getting brighter. I removed my shirt, laid it down and carried her to lie on it. I pulled off her pants, then mine swiftly; she had no undies inside. She got on her knees and hands, gave me a better rear view and access until we both exploded with ecstasy in presence of the morning sun.
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BEST & THE BEST

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More than 10hours on the road was a solid long day even though we set out for a holiday hoping for an ecstatic excursion. We had set off very early in the morning spending the entire time of daylight on our way - a symbolic trip detailed by incalculable stopovers checking out communities and attractions along the board. We kissed to an allure of every attraction reached, almost making spontaneous love on each occasion only for disruption by other visitors.

We wobbled anxiously laughing out so loud on shrill contemporary country music every time playing Rascal Flatts, Jake Owen, Brett Eldredge, Thomas Rhett, Taylor Rich, Luke Combs, Eric Paslay, Dan + Shay, Michael Ray, Dylan Schneider, Danielle Bradberry, Jimmie Allen and many others nonstop turning the trip into one of my most amazing on the road ever. Her endless dedication turned me on profoundly, we didn’t mind about time even thou our destination was miles afar - we seemed not to move a mile because of the stops, turns and mesmerizes. I had no particular name to call her; she was just a perfect being for an extraordinary bliss filled with adventure and untamed romance.

She took control of the wheels all morning, responsible for the stops until I took over a few minutes after mid day hoping we would catch up with time and then have all the goodies and lovies at our destination but would be the worst at it. I was already spoiled and charged with a highly activated imagination. The sensuality was vivid with every touch and proximity notwithstanding the dangers of romance on the wheels; it was crazy.

10kilometres later, I chose to be serious and asked her to be mindful of our lives at least until we reached our destination. Every time she put her hand on my laps, I pushed her away for safety on the road. My prayer was she gets pissed at me so we could drive safely, and then make amends later – I had lots on my mind that would make her forget the fuss. So I took the risk to keep her away from action even though I yearned for it. She put earpieces in her ear holes, shades on her face and lied on her back stretching her legs across my laps, under my arms as I drove on. We were not talking for the next more than an hour, I think she slept off at some point – this gave us a lot of cover on distance; sundown reflecting off her shades unto my eye as night fell.

 We reached a spot where traffic was minimal while we rode on, there was a feeder road to I don’t know where but I got in a little and parked then got out slowly without awakening her, sat on the bonnet facing away from the windscreen doing absolutely nothing - a special moment was bound to happen. After around 20minutes of solitude, the car door bang interrupted my repose. I didn’t turn back because I knew she was the one. “Are we lost? What’s the problem?” she inquired as she sat next to me. I did not respond, but put my attention on the glowing golden sky. Realising I wasn’t giving her attention yet; she wrapped her arms around my left and bowed her head on my shoulder. Well, this felt really good. She didn’t say anything but kept breathing easy. After several minutes hushed lounging on the bonnet, I said without moving “I’m sorry for pushing you away! It was for the sake of not losing us and our lives; it could have been fun but very dangerous for our lives. You know how much I love you, the same way I don’t want anything troublesome happening to you”. She got off my shoulder and kissed me producing shivers of pleasure all over my body and then said, “I’m sorry too, I realised it either we were putting our lives in danger. I’m sorry!”

I turned her around making her sit, stood between her legs exchanged kisses harder and deeper not minding our environment, she dropped her denim top off her arms unto the bonnet bending her head backwards towards the windscreen exposing her cleavage and collar bone to my lips. I kissed her collar bone hard, my left hand caressing her cleavage while my right holding her leg off the ground by the thigh. She began moaning softly momentarily as she wriggled her pelvic area on my already stiff pants.

I sucked her firm straight nipples popping out of her sexy bra strings for a minute as she forced her hand into my pants. I teasingly couldn’t let her hand reach my prick, tried getting away from her, lifted her fully off the ground - unbuttoned her patra shorts. I kissed round her naval, her legs wrapped firmly around my waist holding me tight. I plucked out the patras swiftly down her feet, went on my knees and supported her stamps on my shoulders with my head locked in her wet warm thighs gushing out a seductive aroma into my nostrils. I flinched my fired up soaked lips unto her thighs back and forth her already dripping twat endlessly as she wiggled her waist and pelvis about my face occasionally hitting her boy in the boat on my tongue feeling her weight on her stamps on my shoulders. Her thighs were terribly tripping, her moans getting deeper and sweeter as she shoved my head towards her twat with both her hands. My tongue slipped into her southern empire in out, round, vertically back and forth - her moaning louder, her body movement more rigorous until she jet into my face with a wow!

She then extended back allowing me to get on my feet, plugged down my pants to the knees then my under shorts. She wrapped her legs around my waist as her nearly hot warmth struck me from inside while we both thrust into a momentous loud orgasm as headlights approached at a distance ahead prompting us to pick off clothes and dash back into the car.

We drove off fast, in 20minutes we were checking in at our holiday suite where we blacked out in each other’s arms as soon we rested on the bed.
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