Doggie Style with her

She’d invited me over to her place for lunch. During previous dates, we’d only just touched, kissed and rubbed against each other.

After lunch, she invited me over to her bedroom to see some of her work.

One thing then led to another and opps! there went my jeans flying across the room, followed by her glasses revealing the most beautiful intense eyes I’ve ever seen.

I am a femme woman but I like to take control whether I am with a fellow femme or butch.I wouldn’t say she is butch because some of her features are very feminine (her hips precisely).I have been dating very femme women in my lifetime and this would be my first time with someone slightly different.

She wanted to take control.

It was really hard to let go of my need for control, but I did-eventually.

The image in my mind right now is of her behind me stark naked and in broad day light we both are.

I’m on my knees, she’s on hers, her very very wetness is rubbing against me-up and down my bum and teasing my own wetness.

She’s pulling my hair ad I’m grabbing her well-formed thighs or pulling her beddings everytime the intensity over flows.

Even if there was a strap-on anywhere near by, I’d have preferred not to use it.

Just thinking about it makes me squirm in my seat and long to be with her again.

FROTTEURISM: MY EXPERIENCE

Frotteurism/Mashers do exist here in Nairobi

I was in a matatu (public transport) number 6 coming from Ngara headed to town. This big guy sat next to me  and within no time, he began, slowly  getting closer to me. Soon, his elbow was rubbing on my breast and he was doing it in a way that no one else could notice.

I wasn’t wearing anything revealing  so I did not quite understand why he was doing it. I wanted to scream and shout and hit him, then walk out of the matatu, but then I chose not to. “Let me see how far he can go,” I told myself.

His pace  and pressure increased. I, on the other hand, kept my eyes fixed on the road ahead. I thought that if I made no move, he would think that I was not feeling aroused and he would stop. Didn’t happen!

He continued to rub his elbow on my breast until it got to a point when he started to move his hand downwards towards my thigh. I had had enough of this perversion and I couldn’t take it no more. I had two choices;

a) To fucking insult him and ‘box’ his brains out-which would only bring attention to me (bad idea)

b) Get up and walk out of the bus. I could walk the rest of the way-it was just about 7-10 minutes to where I had initially intended to alight.

I chose b)- just pushed his hand away and walked out.

i could sense his shock at my sudden exit and the end to his arousal process. I tell you, total nutcases do exist in Nairobi.

But guess what I found out from a book titled Human Sexuality. that kind of person has a name and would have been persecuted (I doubt this in Kenya-go to the police (or make a scene in the bus  and you’ll see just how you will be treated for reporting such an incidence)

I quote: ‘He is called a frotteur or a masher. This is a man who is sexually fixated on having physical contact with others-usually women-in public places without their knowledge or consent.

He seeks out women in places that are sufficiently crowded so that physical contact goes unmarked; buses, elavators, crowded bars, sporting events etc.

He rubs  his his hands , leg, erect penis, or an object such as a newspaper against the woman’s thighs, buttocks, vulva and breasts. In doing so, he imagines that he is in an intimate sexual relationship with the woman, or that the woman is enjoying or is aroused by the contact.

Because he may ejaculate under his clothes during the behaviour, the frotteur may wear a plastic bag or wrap around his penis to prevent any visible staining of his clothes. If he is arrested, evidence of such  precautions may be used to prove his criminal intent. In general however, frotteurs are not noticed or apprehended.’

She wants to have a baby with you?

There comes a time during every woman’s life when she wants to have a baby. Absolutely biologically normal.

There also comes a time when some men also want to have a son or daughter somewhere, even without a wife. He might even be under pressure from his parents.

But why would she be asking you to have a baby with her if you are not her boyfriend, fiancee or husband?

That’s how you know she is today’s liberal Kenyan woman. She might even just have seen in you something she’d like her offspring to have (eyes, nose, height etc.)

She has already realized just how irresponsible men can be. She has realized how absolutely hard it can be to find just the right man for marriage.Or the most common reason, she thinks her biological clock is ticking.

So she has decided to take the matter into her own hands; That if she won’t get married, the least she could do is have a baby.

And depending on her type, (in this case, she’d rather not trap a man by making it happen without his consent) she thought it better to ask, “Can you have a baby with me? I will take care of all the financial implications so don’t worry about that.”

And your reaction would be to just disappear, run for your life or not sleep with her again.

Fully understandable because today’s men just don’t want to deal with babies. They say (even at 35 or 40) that they still ain’t ready-economically or psychologically-or whatever reason is easiest to explain and not sound commitment-phobic.

Yesterday, I’d gone to visit a friend (friend with no benefits) and there were kids all around us. He started giving me stories about this and this girl; One of them asked him to have a baby with her and the other one almost trapped him with a baby who did not belong to him.  He concluded, “I think it’s absolutely ridiculous for someone to say that she/he just wants to have a baby with you!”

Personally, with the increasing cases of divorces, senior bachelors and spinsters, I don’t think the idea is too farfetched.No! Why would some guys be asking for the same thing from fellow women?

Call it Arranged Parentship…

TELL ME WHAT YOU LIKE-An Alison Kaine Mystery

Crime fiction with bits of lesbian sex

Crime fiction with bits of lesbian sex

A mystery with lesbian sex bits

Author: Kate Allen
Genre: Crime Fiction

As with most crime fiction mystery novels, Tell me what you like is the kind of book that’s hard to put down until you are done. It’s not even easy to pick out parts and point them out as the best.

The first in Kate Allen’s Alison Kaine’s mystery series, she manages to capture and keep first time readers with her well-developed believable characters, humorous dialogue and fast-paced plot. Alison Kaine is a police officer/cop who is supposed to be on vacation. Her plans to be out of town during this time are cancelled and she ends up at the park to pass time. There she meets Stacy, who plays as a goalkeeper in the lesbian soccer team. Alison and Stacy hit it off until Alison discovers (Thanks to her snoopy nature) that Stacy makes a living as a dominatrix giving women their S & M fantasies. The mystery centers around the everyday lives of these lesbian women in a community where religious fundamentalists appear at every corner even in the lesbian night clubs, to ’straighten’ them out with the word of God.

Two lesbians are murdered in cold-blood in the background of Alison’s new relationship and an ex-girlfriend welcoming herself back into the cop’s house. Once a cop, always a cop, they say and Alison Kaine pokes her nose into the mysterious murders time and again; an aspect that gets her fellow male officers officially on the case thoroughly pissed-off overlooking the fact that being in this community, she has better chances of solving the murder. Inspite of warnings to keep off the case, Alison dives deeper into the detective work, with the help of her fellow lesbian neighbours Michelle and Janka doing some undercover work.

The author manages to keep you going over the suspects subconsciously trying to figure out who the murderer might be.
Stacy, the detectives’ own lover also tops the suspects’ lists, along with Dominique, who’s in the same business and-both of the dead women were clients of theirs. Carla, who Alison saves after an attack is the only one who confuses the cop because there’s just no motive or link; until she realizes (towards the end of the book) that it was her (Alisoni) the murderer was after and that the only reason she wasn’t attacked was because they’d exchanged sweaters in the basement while having a quickie earlier on.

The murderer is brought to light in slow bits; a young man, Mark, friend of Stacy’s and brought up by four lesbian women because his birth mother abandoned him for sometime until she became ’straight’ and came to reclaim him. Mark saw his own mother burn to death and might even have been responsible for her death. Mark is also the kind of man who takes matters into his own hands to ensure the women in his life changed.
At the end of the day, we find out that it is the religious fundamentalists, whom Mark is a part of, that lead to committing the sin.

The sex bits are so explicit they might be offensive to some readers. However, if erotica and images created by role-playing make you squirm in your seat, then you’d love this books exciting, informing and witty combination.

KICKED OUT OF VELVET

Happens to girls too

We were about eight of us when we got to Velvet; My girlfriend and I, as well as friends of her friends. She was wearing a dress, I was wearing a trouser. When we first got to the club, a friend I hadn’t see in a while said “How you doing? I see your taste has improved” This referring to the lady beside me. Were the other choices really that bad? I began questioning. But then again, everyone has their own preferences. This evening though, this one was very lady like-which she isn’t always.

As we made our way to an empty table, some guys blocked our way and one of then said (pointing at me), “You are the guy in the relationship!?” We just laughed and pushed our way through.

It was much later into the night, after lots drinking and dancing, about 3 O’clock, the guys who were playing at the pool table had left and somehow, it was just the two of us in the area-our friends were either on the way outside or in the washrooms.

We were ready to leave as well but instead of walking out towards the car, we started kissing and the next thing I knew, I’d placed her on the pool table and was necking and fingering her, we were soon in some other world where only the two of us existed.

For I don’t know how long, we were at it with no interference; we actually thought that no one was bothered. My back was to the crowd, so I can’t say no one was looking.

It was a really great experience right there, adrenaline and all.

We then made our way to the ladies and I recall a lady staff member at the club banging furiously at the door ordering us to stop what we were doing and get out. My friend was helping herself and I was just standing there talking.

The lady was so convinced we were doing something (which we might actually have ended up doing) she ordered us to leave the club and get a guesthouse.

But we were going to home together, it was just that doing this private thing in a public place was such a total turn-on. I did not even help myself because I was sure this lady was going to break down the door.

Besides most of the Q and L parties that take place in some clubs, can anybody tell me any other ‘friendly’ clubs?

And on other matters, have you ever been kicked out of a club and why?

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Posted On July 7, 2009

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