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This September…..WA\LK, a Kenyan horror story and action packed!

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DROP 2

DROP 2
His hands were on her panty. He took it from her body leaving her completely vulnerable. He started to kiss her breasts. They were softer and the tip so erect inciting him to keep kissing them. Her stomach was flat. The belied women claim they owe no man a flat tummy. Lucy owed her customers her body. He kissed that flat stomach. His mouth continued to head down up to her thighs. She coiled as she felt the sensation. The man did not have time to make her feel good by kissing her wet sexual organ. He made the lips from her warmer thighs to her lips. His sexual organ was pointed at hers. They were the two being who wanted to have one another at the moment. The woman enticed his male organ to enter her by rubbing her waist on it sensually. It forced its way into her voluntarily. He started to pump slowly and smooth in and out. He mourned as he was inside her and pulling from her. The woman invited him even more. She prayed the man to continue with the art until she was satisfied. Why think of satisfaction when she knew she gave men sex for money? She knew not the answer and wanted not to risk answering. She was lost in the moment. She urged the man to be faster with her. In a moment she told him to slow down. The man listened to her. He did as to her dictates.
The man was a stallion. He went by her tune played and made her feel whole. She could not remember the time she felt such sensation as in the arms of the stranger. The emotions proved raw bubbling in her. Many men that had sex with her before were weak. They could not hold on to their weak selves and within a minute they were done with her in bed. The man on top of her was different in sensually colouring her body and handling her delicately as a highly worth product. He continued to labour to make her feel the art of love making as a creative process.
The man seemed to worship her sensual powers. He cuddled her even more. The pumping was faster, intense and with a purpose. Lucy thought wrong. She thought all of that was because the man was hooked to the art the stranger did well to paint. The man had his thoughts at another place in time.
The stranger closed his eyes. He wanted to know who was in the wind that first harmed Blax. He saw something happening around the room Blax was in. The killer knew he was to be careful to the vision and very attentive to the occurrence in the room. He looked at a distance and could see Blax in the room with that prostitute. There was Mizizi outside with two guns in his hands. As Mizizi was about to bang the door to open it there was someone that stormed in. The stranger looked carefully at the whole scene. He gazed at the young man that stormed the room. The young man in the room talked to Blax. He killed him afterwards. The young man in the room took the tin and the briefcase. Before the young man could get out of the room he turned to look at the prostitute in bed. They did not talk.
The stranger’s eyes turned the darkest, blackest and shining. His senses started to come back to him to feel the moment. He listened to the voices of the woman naked in the couch. He looked at her as she coiled tighter on him. He knew the woman was about to have an orgasm. He wasn’t to leave her all at the high place for her to come down falling with a thud. Lucy was not useful anymore to him. For the sake of making her feel good he started to pump even harder in her. He also started to feel the sensation from afar. The woman was so slippery and warmer. He entered and ejected his manhood in her repeatedly. Such moments were made for him and he would not let the lady leave without maximum satisfaction.
It erupted. They came to be one body in their feelings. Lucy mourned, groaned and shouted something. The stranger did not want to know anything about her voices. He was also lost in his images of nothings and the emotions that gripped him. He gushed something out of his body splashing in the lady. The gush wasn’t once but three. He held her tighter but making sure he did not harm her. For two minutes they held one another as they breathed heavily and faster. The killer felt totally his human side. He was damn tired. He kissed the woman on her succulent lips. Lucy smiled. Her skin glowed more than when he first saw her.

DROP 2

Drop 2

The thoughts of those women he banished from his mind. The moment was important. The woman started to undress him. He let himself to the moment. He was naked as she was left only with a white panty which designed the area around her hips, waist and thighs tempting to invite him. His eyes loved the presentation. The moment was for them to have, to grasp and enjoy. They would not be chained by the idea they knew not each other before that encounter. The woman morphed into an emotionless being to give her body to men. Women attach emotions to sex; she cared not about having emotional bond with a man to have sex. Business and love for her were different creatures. She played well to the dictates of business. She knew her boundaries. At the moment she proved to be in the mood.
His hands were on her panty. He took it from her body leaving her completely vulnerable. He started to kiss her breasts. They were softer and the tip so erect inciting him to keep kissing them. Her stomach was flat. The belied women claim they owe no man a flat tummy. Lucy owed her customers her body. He kissed that flat stomach. His mouth continued to head down up to her thighs. She coiled as she felt the sensation. The man did not have time to make her feel good by kissing her wet sexual organ. He made the lips from her warmer thighs to her lips. His sexual organ was pointed at hers. They were the two being who wanted to have one another at the moment. The woman enticed his male organ to enter her by rubbing her waist on it sensually. It forced its way into her voluntarily. He started to pump slowly and smooth in and out. He mourned as he was inside her and pulling from her. The woman invited him even more. She prayed the man to continue with the art until she was satisfied. Why think of satisfaction when she knew she gave men sex for money? She knew not the answer and wanted not to risk answering. She was lost in the moment. She urged the man to be faster with her. In a moment she told him to slow down. The man listened to her. He did as to her dictates.
The man was a stallion. He went by her tune played and made her feel whole. She could not remember the time she felt such sensation as in the arms of the stranger. The emotions proved raw bubbling in her. Many men that had sex with her before were weak. They could not hold on to their weak selves and within a minute they were done with her in bed. The man on top of her was different in sensually colouring her body and handling her delicately as a highly worth product. He continued to labour to make her feel the art of love making as a creative process.
The man seemed to worship her sensual powers. He cuddled her even more. The pumping was faster, intense and with a purpose. Lucy thought wrong. She thought all of that was because the man was hooked to the art the stranger did well to paint. The man had his thoughts at another place in time.
The stranger closed his eyes. He wanted to know who was in the wind that first harmed Blax. He saw something happening around the room Blax was in. The killer knew he was to be careful to the vision and very attentive to the occurrence in the room. He looked at a distance and could see Blax in the room with that prostitute. There was Mizizi outside with two guns in his hands. As Mizizi was about to bang the door to open it there was someone that stormed in. The stranger looked carefully at the whole scene. He gazed at the young man that stormed the room. The young man in the room talked to Blax. He killed him afterwards. The young man in the room took the tin and the briefcase. Before the young man could get out of the room he turned to look at the prostitute in bed. They did not talk.
The stranger’s eyes turned the darkest, blackest and shining. His senses started to come back to him to feel the moment. He listened to the voices of the woman naked in the couch. He looked at her as she coiled tighter on him. He knew the woman was about to have an orgasm. He wasn’t to leave her all at the high place for her to come down falling with a thud. Lucy was not useful anymore to him. For the sake of making her feel good he started to pump even harder in her. He also started to feel the sensation from afar. The woman was so slippery and warmer. He entered and ejected his manhood in her repeatedly. Such moments were made for him and he would not let the lady leave without maximum satisfaction.
It erupted. They came to be one body in their feelings. Lucy mourned, groaned and shouted something. The stranger did not want to know anything about her voices. He was also lost in his images of nothings and the emotions that gripped him. He gushed something out of his body splashing in the lady. The gush wasn’t once but three. He held her tighter but making sure he did not harm her. For two minutes they held one another as they breathed heavily and faster. The killer felt totally his human side. He was damn tired. He kissed the woman on her succulent lips. Lucy smiled. Her skin glowed more than when he first saw her.

The EQUALIZATION

Morals or Fame?

The EQUALIZATION
That question many people knew the answer. Even the woman at

the studio waiting for the musician had been passionate with the man when she went to meet him. With the musician coming to her at the radio station, the ratings would skyrocket. The musician was a darling to many young ones. The lady had to sacrifice something great for the man to be dragged from his studio. If he would fail to come to the station she would be bitter but who would she blame?
Michelle would keep quiet if the man failed to show up. If she would open her mouth, the musician would say everything they did in his house. The society was ready and vicious to judge a woman on sexual misconduct. She would be prosecuted, judged, and executed by the masses. Her boyfriend who was in Europe would be miserable. It was one week for Michelle to tie a knot with her man. The word about the sex she had with the musician was not to come out.