Keeping me busy for now

Drew's present

My mind was consumed by thoughts of her as I sat in the passenger seat, I just landed in London and was being driven home by my driver Eden. Staring out the window but not really seeing anything, unable to focus on anything else, makes me restless. I can feel my heart racing in my chest, my fingers tapping nervously on the door handle, the anticipation is almost unbearable. Every fibre of my being is urging me to go see her. I know it's late, but I don't care. I need to see her, to feel her, to hear her moan softly as I thrust deep into her, panting, barely able to contain me, a deep Ahhh! sigh escapes my lips as I could feel my cock getting hard and filling my trousers, the thoughts only made the burning desire to be with her stronger. 

Nonetheless, I stuck with my decision to head home, but as soon as I stepped into the shower, a rush of thoughts of her flooded my mind once again. The heat of the water touching my skin only seemed to intensify my longing for her, as if it were her touch igniting every nerve in my body.

As the steam filled the bathroom, my mind was filled with vivid images of her - her scent, her curves, the way she sounded. It was as though she was standing right there with me, her presence all-encompassing. My desire for her burned hotter than ever before, and I couldn't help but let out a deep, guttural moan as I let my hands roam over my body, imagining that it was her touch that was driving me wild. The water cascading over me seemed to pulse in time with the rhythm of my heart, each droplet an echo of the need pulsing through me. I was consumed by the intensity of my desire for her, unable to shake the image of her from my mind. 

As I stepped out of the shower, my body still humming with anticipation and longing, my desire for her would not fade away. I knew, deep down, that I would never be truly satisfied until I had her.

I quickly got dressed and grabbed my keys and a pack of condoms I had; my mind made up to go see her. I practically ran out of the door, my heart pounding as my thoughts of her got deeper and deeper. 

As I drove towards her house, the minutes seemed to stretch out endlessly before me. Each mile felt like a marathon, every turn and twist of the road a reminder of how far I still had to go. My foot grew heavier on the accelerator, the engine of my car roaring to life as I pushed it to its limits. I was desperate to make up for lost time, The road rushed past me in a blur as I drove faster and faster, my mind racing with thoughts of her and nothing would stand in my way.

Finally, I saw the familiar shape of her house in the distance, and my heart leapt with joy. I pulled into her driveway, practically throwing myself out of the car in my haste to see her. I rang the doorbell, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for her to answer. The seconds felt like hours, but finally, the door opened, and there she was, standing before me.

I rushed towards her, my lips seeking hers with an intensity that bordered on desperation. I couldn't get enough of her soft, sweet taste, as if I needed every bit of it to survive.

Her lips yielded to mine, and I felt her responding to my urgency with a soft, helpless moan. As my kisses trailed down her neck and onto her neck, I could feel her body responding to my touch. She was dressed in nothing but a silk robe, and I felt a surge of desire coursing through me as I took in the sight of her. Every inch of her seemed to glow with an otherworldly beauty, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the privilege of being able to hold her like that.

Her robe parted way, revealing her breast; they were round and full, standing erect, calling onto me to suck on them, I cupped them both in my hands, sucking on her hard pointy nipples. I don't know how I could have slept tonight without this. 

My knees were on the floor as she stands, my face between her thighs, I went for her, my tongue licking on her clits, she tasted divine, I ate her out till I felt her legs trembling, she was ready.

I picked her up, her legs wrapped around my waist I sat her on the kitchen island. She took off the t-shirt I was wearing and unbuckled my belt, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a condom, rolled in and went in.

Oh…my…God, she feels so gooood. Feeling her body pressed against mine, nothing I had ever imagined could have prepared me for this. The sensations that coursed through me were beyond anything I had ever felt before; Every stroke, every bit of inch I pushed deeper and faster felt like a bolt of lightning that illuminated every corner of my being. 

She was unlocking something deep inside me, bringing it to the surface, a pleasure I had never known existed. I wanted it to last longer, so I stopped while still deep in her to bask in her glory, She was biting on her lips, and I couldn't resist, went for a kiss, our lips could barely touch, and we both ran out of breath and drawing air from each other's mouth, slowly I pulled out of her and back in, she digs her nails in my back which intensified the feel for me, I began to go faster and faster, she was reaching her climax I could feel her legs caving, she let out a boisterous moans at achieving an orgasm, I couldn't hold it any longer, I exploded. 

We both laughed in relief, and I couldn't help but think that this was something I wanted to do over and over. I took off the used condom, tied it and dropped it in the bin. She hopped down from the kitchen island and asked if I was hungry, oblivious to the intense desire she had ignited within me. 

The fact that she could still stand indicated that I had not yet accomplished my task, she had no idea, I was only getting started. I replied ''very'' while my eyes conveyed my desire for more of her. 

Her lips curl up into a mischievous smile as she sensually saunters towards the couch, on hands and knees she begins to move on it, exuding a confident allure that captivates my attention. Her hips sway hypnotically, drawing me in with each step, and my eyes can't help but follow her every curve as she settles onto the plush cushions. The sight of her on the couch, was so tantalizing, that I felt an irresistible pull towards her, as if some unseen force was drawing me towards her. As I made my way towards her, I couldn't help but feel like a moth drawn to the flame, powerless to resist her magnetic pull.

I took off my trousers and boxer shorts; I needed more movement. I advanced to her, putting on another condom. This time I wasn't going to stop till her legs were shaking and she was out of breath. 

 I flipped her over, I wanted her face down this time. I put my hands on my body gently rubbing it while enjoying the view of her from behind, the way she arched her back when I pulled her hair letting me know she wanted it deeper. I put a finger in her, feeling how wet she was, the way it felt; so sticky, I wanted to have that feeling on my cock, I wanted to have her now.

 I put my dick in pushing her forward as I started with soft strokes, I gradually increased the tempo, keeping it steady; pounding that pussy loud, she could barely keep on her knees, She's giving in to the pressure, I feel her body tensing up but I wasn't stopping, her moaning getting even louder only encouraged me to keep going even faster, she reached peak orgasm her legs were shaking, the pressure was increasing within me, I need to release, ''Fuck!'' I yelled as I erupted.

Passing out from the intensity, she was so weak, I took a moment to catch my breath myself, and then I carried her to the bedroom, She rested peacefully in my embrace, we both needed to take a breather and recover.

Kauna's present 

I am glad that I live alone, the loud moaning last night was quite overwhelming. Even though I was living in Mother's house, she had temporarily moved back to Nigeria after she and my father reconnected. It was a crazy event but I dared not question them.

About a few months ago, my father's life took a dramatic turn when he suffered a debilitating stroke. In the midst of his medical crisis, he repeatedly called out for my mother. Despite their tumultuous history and my mother's apparent animosity towards him, she immediately packed her bags and rushed to his side. I had always believed that their relationship was irreparable. However, seeing my mother put aside her anger and resentment in the face of my father's medical emergency was a poignant reminder that love and compassion can triumph over even the deepest of grudges.

As it turned out, my father had already separated from his new wife, citing allegations that she was attempting to poison him in order to inherit his wealth upon his death. Knowing my father, I knew the story didn't add up so I did some investigating for myself. From what I learnt about her own side of the story; she was only trying to spice up their sex life by using 

''Kayan mata'' this is the name for a group of aphrodisiacs that originated from northern Nigeria and has been steadily gaining popularity throughout the country. The term "kayan mata" roughly translates to "women's things" in Hausa, one of the predominant languages in northern Nigeria. Historically, these aphrodisiacs were used by women to enhance their sexual pleasure and maintain their marriages. 

Nonetheless, my father's paranoia couldn't let him reason well but watching my parents reconcile and come together during this trying time was a powerful experience. It demonstrated that even in the darkest of moments, family bonds can prevail and that forgiveness and empathy can be incredibly healing forces.

As I lie in bed next to Drew, I can see that he's in a deep slumber, and it's clear that he must have been seriously deprived, he certainly used up the bit of strength he had left last night, he probably used it all on me, I felt honoured. 

 I've never been fucked like he fucked me last night, both times, each holding its own memory on my body. It's such a relief that I don't have to go to work today, I'm completely drained of energy, I wouldn't have been able to muster the strength to get out of bed, Last night was amazing.

 I don't remember how we ended up in the bedroom, he must have carried me into bed, when I fell asleep unmovable from all the sexing. The last thing I remember was feeling exhausted and struggling to keep my eyes open. How did he still have the strength to do that? What is he, some kind of vigour god? Despite this, he looks absolutely stunning and completely serene. 

The clock on the wall shows that it's already past 1 p.m., which means that we've been sleeping for several hours, I needed the rest. I managed to drag myself out of bed and stumbled my way into the shower. 

As I stepped in, my feet hit the ground awkwardly, as if my legs had momentarily forgotten how to walk. It was a strange sensation; my body was still asleep and not fully awake yet. Despite feeling a bit disoriented, the warm water helped to wake me up and gradually brought me back to my senses.

Drew's present 

I briefly woke up to the sound of her stirring in bed, still half-asleep, I watched as she slowly rose from the bed and made her way towards the bathroom, her movements a bit unsteady and uncoordinated in grogginess, She moved with a certain gracefulness that I found endearing. All bare, I liked how her butt shook as she walked. As I closed my eyes once more back to sleep, I couldn't help but smile at the sight of her stumbling towards the bathroom door, I felt accomplished.

I slowly began to stir awake, feeling refreshed and recharged after making up for all the lost sleep. Fully awake now, I made my way to her bathroom, taking in my surroundings as I went in. 

Despite its size, the bathroom was cute and had a warm and welcoming feel to it. As I approached the mirror, I noticed a small post-it note attached to it. It read, "For you," with an arrow pointing towards a cute, bunny-shaped toothbrush ''cute'' I let out a little laugh at the sight of it. 

After finishing up in the bathroom, I made my way to the living room where I found her sitting on the couch, her legs folded and her hair pulled back into a bun. She was engrossed in her laptop, typing away with a focused look on her face. 

I couldn't help but hold up the bunny-shaped toothbrush and demand an explanation from her for its cuteness. She bit her lip, trying to hold back a laugh, She got up and approached me. 

As she took hold of the toothbrush I was holding up, she greeted me with a cheery "Good morning!" I went in for a kiss, a deep wet kiss. She pulls away, any longer than that, I would have taken her on this couch again.

I checked the time and saw that it was already a quarter past three. "It's mid-afternoon," I observed aloud. She looked a bit disappointed and asked, "Do you have somewhere to be?"

I replied, "Nowhere better."

"Let's grab something to eat. I'm really craving shawarma and peri-peri chips, something spicy and hot," she said with a passion and enthusiasm that left me in admiration.

"You don't like shawarma?" She looked at me, waiting for a response.

"I've actually never had it before. I know about it, but never had the opportunity to try it," I replied.

"Today's your lucky day! I know the best spot around the corner. You'll love it," she said, excited about the prospect of getting some shawarma.

Although I wasn't particularly thrilled about the idea, I agreed to go. She seemed so happy about it, and I couldn't resist her enthusiasm.

She was wearing a short yellow dress that made her look like the embodiment of summer itself - bright and cheerful. I was in awe of her beauty, and I couldn't decide whether I liked her more in professional or casual clothing.

The restaurant was just a five-minute walk from her house, and we walked hand in hand the entire way. It felt like a sweet moment out of a teenage romance story. As we strolled, our public display of affection didn't go unnoticed by strangers passing us by. I couldn't keep my hands off her.

As we got closer, I noticed a long queue in front of a stall boldly marked "Downtown Shawarma." The place was packed with a crowd, and I wasn't sure how long we'd have to wait. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and said she'd be right back and whisked away. She seemed to know the people working at the stall and disappeared through the back.

A few minutes later, she reappeared with some plastic bags in her hand. I couldn't believe it!

Did she have some kind of shawarma connection?

"How did you..." I started to ask, but she cut me off.

"Tada!" she exclaimed, handing me a bag.

I was completely taken aback and confused, but she just laughed at my questions.

"You have some kind of loyalty card or something?" I asked.

"Please stop," she said, still laughing on the street. "You're making it sound like I needed VIP access to get it."

"The owner owes me some favours," she said, pretending to twirl an imaginary moustache in the air.

"Okay, I'll be serious now," she said. "A couple of years ago, when they first moved to the country, they were immigrants. His wife and son died at sea while they were coming into the country. I helped their daughter with her homework and gave her English lessons, we were friends, still friends actually. Hence, they give me special treatment, which I appreciate. 

''Every immigrant has a story, and unfortunately, some are not so good.'' As she spoke, my thoughts turned to the difficult situation facing immigrants, especially here in the country. The idea of their struggle to survive at sea and their arduous journey to settle here filled me with a sense of disheartenment. As I looked at her, I could tell she was lost in her own thoughts as well.

We walked back in silence, the mood had died down, and we didn't resemble the same couple who had strolled by a few minutes ago. However, she broke the silence and said, "It's not all bad. His daughter is now studying in medical school, and he is funding it through the earnings they make from their food stall. He even managed to bring his brothers into the country, and they work for him now. I think you noticed one of them at the front, grilling the meat."

We walked; I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Spending the night entwined with someone's body is an intimate experience, and it made me realize how little I knew about her or what she had been through. As I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and planted a gentle kiss on her head, I could feel her tense muscles relax, and a small smile formed on her lips. It was as if my gesture had brought back her happy and cheerful self, and we continued our walk with a renewed sense of ease and comfort.

 I devoured the shawarma like a caveman, my hunger seemed insatiable. The flavour was out of this world, and the sauce was so juicy, I couldn't quite place what meat it was. "Hands down, this is good. What's in this sauce? Is this chicken?" I exclaimed between bites. "They should franchise this and put one on every corner. It's that good," I added with enthusiasm.

"You're crazy talking. Is it really that good?" she laughed, enjoying my enthusiasm for the food.

But as I struggled to swallow a large piece I had just bitten into, she became concerned. "Okay, no more shawarma for you. You'll choke on it," she said, half-jokingly. 

As I finished the last bite, I couldn't help but feel a sense of embarrassment for my lack of sophistication in eating the shawarma. But at the same time, I was thoroughly enjoying every moment of it. I realized that sometimes, it's okay to let go of cultural and social norms and just indulge in the simple pleasures of life.

She pulled out a tub of salted caramel ice cream, and asked, "Do you like this flavour?"

"I am developing a strong liking for caramel," I replied with a grin

As we settled on the couch, I helped her hold the ice cream while we cuddled. "Would you like to watch a movie?" she asked sweetly.

"Anything you want to do," I responded, feeling content just to be in her company.

''I like this couch'' ''it's really sturdy'' I said while I laughed, she laughed back 

As we cuddled and watched the movie, my mind began to wander. It dawned on me just how dull and uneventful my life had been up until this point. This weekend had been the best one I had experienced in a while, and I didn't want to go back to the reality of my mundane existence.

Lying there with her, I felt a sense of relaxation wash over me. For once, I wasn't chasing after anything, trying to prove myself or make a name for myself. Instead, I was content to just be in the moment and enjoy her company, cherishing the simple pleasures of life.

As I stretched my arm out to cuddle her, she snuggled closer to me, her warmth radiating against my skin. We were lost in our own little world, indulging in the simple pleasure of sharing a tub of ice cream.

She switched between eating the ice cream off the spoon and feeding me, her playful nature infectious. I couldn't help but join in, playfully teasing her as I tried to grab the spoon from her grasp. As she held the spoon out of my reach, I found myself bending and contorting my body, trying to get a taste of the sweet, creamy treat.

In one swift move, she turned and got on top of me, still holding the tub of ice cream in her hand. I looked up at her, surprised, as she pulled up my t-shirt, exposing my abs, She leaned down and planted a cold, wet kiss on my stomach. I shivered at the sensation, her lips sending electric shocks through my body. The contrast between the cold ice cream and her warm breath on my skin was a heady mix, making me feel dizzy with desire.

As she continued to kiss my abs, I felt myself getting lost in the moment her touch, her scent, her playful energy - everything about her was intoxicating. She looked up at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. 

She unbuckled and slowly unzipped my trousers while keeping eye contact, She pulled it down taking it off, She took off my t-shirt leaving me lying in my boxer shorts, wondering what she was about to do to me. I couldn't help but get really turned on by her approach.

 She takes off my boxers, my dick was iron-hard pulsing with vibration from her every touch. She wraps her lips around it, making circular motions, sending electrical charges down my balls, it's getting intense, and she starts sucking on my cock, I love the feeling, I put my hand on her head, following the motion as she goes up and down, I couldn't take it any longer, I wanted to be in her.

 I pulled her face, She locked eyes with me, I leaned in reaching for her arms, and I drew her onto me, I took off her dress to my surprise she wasn't wearing any panties ''you're not wearing any panties'' she shakes her head in a naughty no response then goes on an takes off her bra, the way her breast bounces out of the bra, my hands just automatically found its way onto it as I gently caress them while closing my eyes savouring the moment.

She put me in her, her wetness quenches my hard thirsty cock, I let out a moan, oh she feels good, she's riding me back and forth, her body moving like water, matching her tempo, We both kept moaning loud. 

In the heat of the passion, she puts her hand behind her and gently fondles my ball, Surrendering to her strokes, I explode in her. I needed that!

 She fell on me pressing her breast on my chest while I was still in her. A sudden realisation came to me ''Shit… We didn't use a condom'' my voice barely coming out. She looked up at me, her expression unreadable. 'Guess you're going to be a daddy'' she whispered.

 ''I'm on birth control'' she added.

"You could have told me this last night," I said realising I could have felt the moistness of her pussy last night.

"Really? At what point?" with a questioning look on her face, she sat up and spoke.

 "Actually..." I replied, realising we had no time last night, we didn't even exchange pleasantries. 

''But '' kissing on her wrist ''you can still call me daddy'' I said mockingly. 

She replied ''okay Daddy'' then fell over laughing. 

She got up to use the bathroom, I took the opportunity to reach for my phone, and I noticed a flurry of missed calls, emails, and messages waiting for me. Exhausted, I let out a sigh, dreading the task of going through them all and returning calls. The thought of tomorrow being Monday didn't help matters either, as time seemed to be slipping away from me at a rapid pace. 

I read a pressing email; I hastily called my secretary. I needed him to make urgent arrangements, and fast. While the thought of leaving her made me sad, she needed rest, if I stayed any longer, she wasn't getting any. 

I sat up and made the necessary phone call - I had to fly back to Indonesia that night. As I broke the news to her, she made a cute, sad face. "Don't do that," I said, gently brushing her cheek. "I can't resist you when you make those puppy dog eyes.'' Reluctantly, I got dressed to leave. As I reached for the doorknob, I turned to her and pulled her close for a lingering kiss. I didn't want to let her go, but I knew I had to. With a heavy heart, I said goodbye and headed out the door. 

After leaving her place, I got into my car and drove home. Once there, I took a quick shower and got dressed for my next trip. My driver, Eden, was waiting for me when I emerged eager to get going. Eden drove me to the airport, where the pilots were already waiting for me on the plane. As I boarded, I felt a surge of excitement - I was back in my element and ready to take on the world.