Holding a glass of Australian wine Pinot Noir in one hand and my
smartphone in the other, I stood in a dark corner of the club between
two attractive but fading ladies who sat waiting for me to say
something. But i said nothing; I knew one of them. Her name was Loice.
She was my course-mate in my college days.
i had been silent during much of the evening, except now in this high
rollers club in Karen, i seemed even more distant, staring out through
the multi-colored lights and semidarkness into a large room beyond the
bar where dozens of magnificently clad couples sat huddled around small
tables or twisted in the center of the floor to the clamorous clang of
Classical music blaring from the stereo. The two ladies knew, as did my
four male friends who stood nearby, that it was a bad idea to force
conversation upon me when i was in this mood of sullen silence, a mood
that was uncommon.
Christine, a girl I had been trying to woo for so long had just walked
out on me. She didn’t even think of the lengths I had gone to get us a
table in the club. She said I was flirting too much with one of the
girls - Loice. She always got angry over nothing.
As she had walked away, I had tried to follow her but she threatened to
throw a glass at me. What a psycho. That was it. We were done. She was
the only girl for which I had gone to extensive lengths to woo. But this
was enough. It was time to let my investment in this woman go down the
drain.
Loice and her friend were preened and polished, their matured bodies softly molded within tight dark suits. They sat, curvy legs crossed, perched on the high bar stools. They listened to the music. Soon we began to talk. They spoke volumes of words, most of which whizzed past me without comprehension. Then the mention of a party caught my ear. They were leaving in a few, for a big party located at the heart of Karen. Loice insisted I tag along. I was tipsy and I didn’t see a reason not to. I had even forgotten that my friends existed. Stress was munching on my brain and I was perhaps in my weakest state ever. I just didn’t know it.
We boarded a taxi and arrived at the party location thirty minutes later. Loice waved at the watchman who allowed us in .
As soon as I walked through the doors of the castle-like mansion, I was
greeted by the confusing site of two females kissing. It felt more like
the heart of Gomorrah and I just hoped that brimstone wasn’t about to
rain on us. If it did, I hoped the creator would at least send an angel
to warn me first. As if I was righteous enough to deserve such special
treatment.
One of the girls was plump, with a silky weave that caressed her
shoulders every time she thrust her tongue into the mouth of her
smooch-recipient. The other one had her hair shaved clean. Her thighs
were so huge, so huge they threatened to explode
The weave-donning queen was the dominant one. Her arms gripped her
partner-in-horniness. She kissed her with caution as if dreadfully
afraid that she might go too far and cause her to start back in
revulsion and terror. She bent back her head and kissed her, softly at
first, and then with a swift gradation of intensity that made her cling
to her captor’s arms as the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world.
Her insistent mouth was parting Miss Bald head’s shaking lips, sending
wild tremors along her nerves, evoking from her sensations she had never
known she was capable of feeling.
Then Miss Baldy saw me and broke off her kiss
“What are you doing here? This is a lesbians only party”, she barked
like puppy with a voice which sounded like a mixture of Pierra Makena
and Linda Nyangweso.
Loice had disappeared into the crowd as soon as we had arrived at the
party. Worse off, she hadn’t told me it would be a lesbians only party.
So I would have to explain myself.
“Loice invited me.”, I replied with that ‘don’t ask me another question’ look.
Satisfied, she ignored me and continued with her smooch
Seeing as maybe the inside was a porn-zone I stepped out of the house
and began taking a tour outside the house. It felt weird to be the only
guy in a compound full of approximately 100 ladies. There were boobs andhagas at every turn
This is because she has an uncanny resemblance to the Citizen TV bigwig,
but on learning her name people thought that she was Lillian’s younger
sister, but it was revealed that they were not even related.
Looking at her photos is easy to see why people thought she was Lillian
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