She's out of your league bro. Get home …you've got to work tomorrow...
Jacob hated that voice in his head that couldn't stop criticizing. Dissecting every situation in the most negative way. A pessimist in essence. Not that optimism had done much for him; if anything, most of his dreams turned out to be just that. Nothing but a child's wishful thinking. At least being fatalist was not as emotionally expensive as being sanguine. He never had to worry about unfulfilled ambitions that way.
So much for pipe dreams; am a builder of castles in the air. He thought to himself. In a way he enjoyed playing victim because then there was no responsibility hoisted on him. It was soothing almost, to know he did everything in his power but just could not break through. Some had it easy and some didn't and that's just how life was. Accepting this truth grew onto him slowly but surely. In as much as there were little embers of hope here and there, he understood his station in life and chose to give in to fate. To work the job that paid the
'This is some good stuff... 'Jacob puffed a cloud into the air, he'd given in to her charms, throwing caution to the wind. The next few moments determined whether he was getting laid tonight.
'Well... I taste a lot more better...' she leaned forward. The whiskey she took was working its magic. It unhinged her. Made her more assertive in her desires. She always wondered whether there was aphrodisiacs spikes in the drinks because of the way they turned her on. Made every fibre of her crave the roughness of a man. And this fine specimen was sitting right across the table. The way his well toned muscles twitched made her nipples hard as pebbles. His voice caused a moisture in her loins, with the feelings of butterflies flapping. Her body wanted him in every way. It was getting hard for her to tame this wild horse; her libido.
Fuck... Is she hitting on me right now?
He grew a little uneasy. Trying to weigh the scales so that he may not go too far. Consent mattered in this day and age. Yet it always seemed like a doubled edged sword. Most of his conquests had bordered on rape, yet the ladies enjoyed his rough nature with them. It is almost as if they begged him to handle them that way. The best encounters were when his suitors claimed to have a significant other, yet couldn't help themselves to his charms. His words had a way to their hearts, his hands swift to touch places that turned them on irreversibly. How they allowed him secret pleasures without their partners' knowledge is what he lived for.
(chuckles) 'there's only one way to find out?' Jacob leaned forward blowing a cloud of smoke into her perfectly made out face. His eyes were dazzled by her lips. Full, soft and supple. Inviting in every way. He liked how effortless this interaction was. As if they were meant to be. Could he make this work? At the moment she didn't know how impoverished his background was. She thought he was a well put individual, respectable in his own rights as he acted the part.
'Follow this bee and taste her honey... ' She stood up, eyeing Jacob intensely for a while, then turned around, bended over to pick her purse, her ass all over Jacob's face. This was intentional. She wanted to tease him. Make him want her the way she wanted to devour his masculine sexiness. She felt confident in her skin the more Jacob acknowledged her advances. Every moment building upon the other. A risky move backed after the other as if like a poker player in the casino staking all the chips against the house.
He suddenly slapped it, a few eyes here and there turned around but never seemed to have noticed where the sound had come from. She looked at him, biting her lower lips, still bended over. Jacob was on her heels when she started walking out of the restaurant. This was going to be an interesting night after all. Six months down the line, six hotel visits and twelve bottles of beer have fruited into this moment. Who would have thought, Jacob, the office messenger would have landed the hottest, richest date in Nairobi. The alcohol in his system made him feel like he was walking on clouds.
Follow the be she said. All his attention was on her back side as they paced away. Barely strangers, yet such a fatal attraction drawing them together. Neither wanted to think much but lose themselves in the moment and explore this fleeting teenage infatuation. Such moments happened ever rarely; and when they did, they were something to die for.
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