Our Chapter

Our Chapter

A Story by Nandawula Regine Kabali-Kagwa
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A spicy short story ❤️

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Summer had prematurely arrived and the atmosphere in the air was buzzing with joy, happiness and freedom. The city was alive and the horizon couldn't have been more beautiful. We met up at an outdoorsy, cute, Spring themed haven of a restaurant. Scattered with greenery that was purposely placed, for the serenic ambiance of the space.

I walked in and suddenly the wind knocked out my lungs, the world zapped into expanded space and right at the middle, you were there. You were all that I can see and man! Pleasurable jitters of longing spiked up my veins with rabid intention.

In a breath of a second, you were in front of me. Your scent radiating in welcoming currents of enticing. Your approximately close presence got my senses electrifying, my hairs to spread their spines and ooh the goosebumps darling, the goosebumps!

I had two pulses running high speed laps. My heart and my Rose, as my nectar slowly slid down my bare nether regions.
Our hug was passionately expressive, unrushed, secure and as your hands followed the dip of my back and through the satin dress you realized... Oh, there's nothing underneath.

Your hands gripped my waist simultaneously to my lips grazing your smooth warm neck. Feeling the cold chain on my rosey cheeks in the process. My mind couldn't help but wonder, "Mmmh I want that chain dangling on my face while he...". I had to hold my horses and lock them up.

Together we sat, laughed and conversed through the gentle farewell of the sun. Every shade of orange and pinks graced your stunning brown eyes and added hues of gold to your skin. What a sight.

Time didn't matter and as soon as we know it, food has settled and the curiosity to explore the land came upon us. Hand in hand we took a detour. Highly aware that we were alone and the soft darkness graced us with it's presence.

Our synchronizated steps started getting closer. Hip to hip we slowly strolled along the fresh grass path. Your hand slipped from my waist to my a*s, then in a blink I'm on a smooth big rock. "I wonder where he found that" I thought but my mind was instantly cut off by a pair of succulent lips on my exposed thigh.

The deep Inhale I needed couldn't have prepared me for the kisses that traveled all the way to Rose. All the way and my skin immediately caught on fire. A hoard of lustful beasts of pleasure, galloped over and over again with every lick, flick and sip. My cheeks rose from the rock and you crossed the uncharted parts of estrogen highs. You inserted two fingers to join the dance and I knew instantly that... Yeah, heaven is where I'm at and it's graced me with open arms.

As soon as my wave of bliss hit the surface, with quick precision you were inside me, sweetly deep and my eyes greedily took in the sexy sight of my juices laying on your beard. My legs were pretzeled, locked in by your strong hand and on my neck remained the other.

You thrust in deeper in all geometry angles and the rings on your fingers kissed my neck sweetly, the tighter the squeeze and yess! That chain was hovering on my face.

My eyes travelled along your soft cocoa skin. Glorifying the art of movement in your hips, contractions on your core and don't get me started on those strong arms. That swiftly relocates my body, wherever you want and you know what? I loved every second of it.

Do you think it ended there?

Of course not.
NRK-K

© 2024 Nandawula Regine Kabali-Kagwa


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Added on October 15, 2024
Last Updated on October 15, 2024
Tags: Short story, romance, intimacy

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Nandawula Regine Kabali-Kagwa
Nandawula Regine Kabali-Kagwa

South Africa



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Nandawula is a young poet who has self-published her first poetry collection, "Inside Her Roses". She has been a writer for years and has grown exponentially. Her ability to craft her own descriptive.. more..

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