NOVEL AND NO-VEIL

 

"Whhhrrrl!" the cold nights of June whistled across my window. It had been a dead year to me: no skirts had ever graced my house that far.

Just when my tiredness started feeling tired, an idea came through my mind to hook up one of my amazing friends. The list was long but I decided to trim it.

"Scilla!" I screamed my lungs out. She had been such a darling who paid close attention to my faint screams. She was a must have and seeing how she constantly wrote her name with "Miss" as a prefix, she was surely a catch.

A date was set for us to meet. On the set day, I worked on my cologne hoping to impress her from a hug with some "hug me the longest" smell.

These were some of the shenanigans these streets taught me.

All was going fine and I finally landed on Scilla's door around 6:37pm, hoping for a long night of novel reading and *No-veil* reading.

As calculated, she welcomed me with a long hearty hug. Good! She was going by my gameplan.

She lit fire and we sat by it, reading one of the most seductive novels in her library. It was really naughty.

I tasted the waters by placing her head right on my chest, placed her abdomen in my arms as I squeezed her a bit and held the book just after the tip of her pointed twin Hills on her chest.

"I like your toxic voice." she mourned as I reached the climax of the story.

"You can always have it waking you up..."

"Waking me up?" she broke from my embrace, fire on her face.

"Did I say something wrong?" I asked.

"Can't we just tickle without having our privates involved? You know what, go home and never come back here again. All I wanted was a novel sleep over, nothing more."

The Audacity!The gumption! The nerve and the witch of this bitch!

... TBC

@AnotherKenyan