The Legend of Valentine’s Day I won’t forget it.
A housewarming party was recently held for the new neighbors. Since 15:00 Ugandan time, it’s been a major rave. Yours truly had a vacation that was canceled, so I stayed at home and heard nothing. Valentine quotes and Stories.
I’ve seen over five different lasses arrive and stay for days, so I’m betting there are at least three roomies. It’s a big house, so it’s nice and cool. Isn’t it true that the more the merrier?
So the party becomes intense, dudes arrive and go, and I’m the self-appointed neighborhood watchman, so I’m aware of all of this. This little suburbia’s eyes, ears, nose, and dick.
I’m going about my business and pretending to speak with random women on here when I hear a knock and laughter. Oh no, I don’t have any appointments or cleaners booked for today! Who could it possibly be?
I look out the window to see who’s on the street.
It’s one of the brand-new ladies! Eehhh! Pants made of sweat. Top with a cropped cut. Disposable red plastic cup It looks like something out of a Zac Efron high school movie! She does, however, hawt. That’s something I’ll give her.
I rummage among the tees scattered about the couch for a clean one, find one that isn’t too stinky, put it on, add boxers, and open the drapes halfway to hide my lower body.
“Hello..” uhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
“Hey, neighbor, we’re sorry for being so noisy today, but it’s only for today.”
“Oh, don’t worry! It’ll be OK!” Despite the fact that I was not invited, I assumed I was no longer cool.”
“Hahahahahaha! Isn’t it true that you’re a charmer?”
“I don’t think so..” So… are there any issues??”
“Unless you have an early morning hurry, I figured you wouldn’t mind joining us.”
I can’t take my filthy eyes away from her navel right now, no matter how hard I try to concentrate on the aerodynamics of her lip motions! She talks like a filthy filthy filthy filthy filthy filthy filthy filthy filthy filthy
“Oohhh. “Do you know whether there are any hotties like you?”
“Duhhhh😳🙄😂”
“How about booze?” “Does it taste like real booze?”
“Wtf is this nigga talking about? Doesn’t he know it’s shit over shit?” she asks. She then motions for me to take some with her plastic cup. The cup has no scent to it. That is to say, it is a high-priced alcoholic beverage. This is the real deal! Okay, this appears to be going to be a long night.
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I swallow the contents of her cup and am immediately drawn into a utopian civilization filled with Stars and Owl city music, rainbows, neon, and incredibly nice smelling colors and scenery and other such things!
WHAT THE HELL DID I DRINK JUST NOW?
I’m quite sure that wasn’t Hennessy or any of the other exotic #alkoko I’ve tasted in the past. Despite my best efforts to keep it hidden, she detects my awe.
She’s confident that she’s won this round. I’m completely smitten. As I close the door after telling her I should probably get some clothes on, she excuses herself and says I’m free to join in.
I unlock my closet and take out my pearl white Enzo tee shirt, which is only worn for special occasions like this one. Sweatpants with a zipper for convenient access in case you need to potty or engage in rapid spurts of coital battle… You’re aware…
I lock up and proceed across the courtyard and down the corridor till I approach their door, where there are, of course, some hawties seated on the veranda. There’s a shisha pot on the table! Daaaamn! These #truebitches are the real deal! It appeals to me. They offer me a puff on their shisha after I greet them suspiciously.
Strawberry and mint flavor. Wow. My senses have been heightened once more. These girls are going to murder me!
I knock, and a dude welcomes me, slices my knuckles (gotea kubonga), then hands me a fresh throwaway cup and takes me to the table where all tribes (and clans, totems, and languages) of liquor abound!
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I made a mental note to call in sick to work the next morning since I know what will happen to my body once I start consuming this nectar!
Of course, I sit next to my host, and she immediately strikes up a conversation with me, holding my hand and inquiring about my ridiculous water bill, then about how her electricity meter is a guzzler (like I care).
We sip, gallop, and tank alkoko till it’s nearly 23:00 and I need to pee (their inside bathroom has two girls making out, so I couldn’t interfere with God’s plans!)
Except for a few lovely faces remaining smoking shisha or playing cards, all of the visitors who were outside have long since left. There are about seven girls inside the house, and as I open my door to enter and urinate, my host neighbor rushes up behind me, stumbling…
EEEEHHHH
At this point, I’m thinking to myself, “How bright was whoever created alcholo?” But, meeeehhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
My hands had already forgotten that they are just appendages that I command and manage! They’re expected to follow my orders and do whatever I want! Today, however, is not that day! They moved slowly and deliberately, feeling those two nipples as if my life depended on it! Huge and delectable titties!
She appeared to be either too inebriated to object, or this had been her dream since she had moved in a few weeks earlier. Only God knows for sure. So she informs me that because some of the girls she invited came from hostels and won’t be able to return because it’s late and all, she’s that she crushes at mine with two other females so that the rest of the girls may sleep at hers!
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At the time, I was wondering if she thought I may have company or a stay-at-home girlfriend! Naaah! She didn’t seem to mind. She was quite aware that I desired her! This is my eye. The stare of a jaguar. Yours truly has received one of Lucifer’s many gifts! You are not required to mention anything. And they’ll know exactly what you’re looking for. ALWAYS!!
As I steadily assist her in regaining her equilibrium, I indicate my need to go to the bathroom, and she says she’d want to come in and see where she’ll be spending the night…
Of course, I mentally accept the offer, but I first pretend to be uninterested in her.
As I unlock my door, she becomes irritated, and one of my neighbors walks by, wondering what has happened to the entire plot! It doesn’t bother me. We stroll inside, and I kiss her right at the doorway! She has a pleasant mouth odor. You know the water melon taste that alcohol gives you after a few hours of consumption.
Her hands tremble, and she reaches for a wall for support so she doesn’t fall. I’m grasping at straws for something to cling on to.
I take her by the shoulders and move her over to the couch. I simply undo her sweat pants and leave them around her feet because she’s still wearing flip flops.
Undies with black lace! Wet to the point of being unrecognizable. Dump. The aroma of the canal is really feminine. Like the smell of an animal. A dash of urine and jasmine are mixed together to create the perfect “come hither” pheromones…
She struggles for air as I yank it apart with my teeth! We’re beasts for a time, kissing and shredding each other’s clothing…
Since the pants were already off at the doorway, she fumbles with my boxers! I assist her in gaining access to my private parts. Her warm, coconut-lotioned fingers tease and caress, wreaking havoc in the distance!
I try to find a #Trojan I hide it beneath the couch cushions and it’s on and ready in a flash…
As I slide in, her eyes sparkle and open fully, and she gasps for air… she chews her lip so hard that it scratches my arms, pleading with me to have mercy and tread carefully…
I HEAR A KNOCK ON THE OPEN DOOR THEN…
Marco, Marco, Marco, Marco, Marco, Marco, Marco, Marco, Marco, Marco, Marco, Marco
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#ToBeContinued.\s#ValentinesPlotRuined.
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