Friday Hekaya...

Nattydread

Village Sponsor
#44
Kufika manyani the heat was so much, sexual temp was in the red zone, no way i was getting to 001 with this hard on, i adjusted the fuel nozzle blocking diesel getting to the engine and the truck sputtered 3 times then shut down, I calmly coasted to the side of the road, kabla ata isimame Kabisa....
We VC wacha tuunde hii hekaya leo. :D
 

Nottybwoy

Village Elder
#47
@pseudonym was now comfortable in the cabin of the Actros, leaning against the door with her mini-skirted creamy legs pointing diagonally towards the gear lever.

As they progessed towards Voi, the golden sunlight had given way to sporadic splashes of headlamp illumination from oncoming traffic. Every time the cabin lit up, she noticed the rippling upper arms of her driver, whose experienced eyes remained fixated on the road and the mirrors.

They had exchanged guarded pleasantries, and she had briefly narrated how her oldish on-off boyfriend (f**k @FieldMarshal CouchP!) had abruptly stopped his equally old Subaru B4 in the middle of nowhere, ordered her out, and sped off with screeching tyres. Her error this time, she told herself, was to mention that his second shot was always flabby and took too long. His rage had reached its climax when she suggested that he should reconsider and use his tongue once in a while, then she'd made the mistake of remarking that he fingered her as though he was picking his nose in search of ancient Inca gold. It was not the first time their Coastal trysts had ended on a sour note, nor the last time that her frankness had made a macho-man mad.

Meria's biceps flashed in the cabin light, sharply contrasting against the white sleeveless vest he wore despite the evening coolness. Against her own wishes, @pseudonym felt a familiar, naughty warmth begin to rise in her head.

If it left her head and began to flow downwards, she feared that her ever-inventive lower-self would begin to scheme how to make Voi more than a rest-stop.
She knew what she wanted and it was an arms length away, how do I make advances without looking cheap? Are my legs not sexy enough to drive him crazy? " dereva , I hope mguu wangu hautaleta shida ukikaa hapo" @pseudonym asked with the hope of drawing meria's attention to the brown legs. " haina shida" he muttered. The lack of attention from Meria was driving her crazy, she was used to men falling over their heads at the site of her beauty and fighting for a chance to talk to her. No bright ideas were forthcoming and every question asked with the hope of striking a conversation was met with a short answer.
" by the way kuna joto" she muttered...........
 

fisi fc

Village Elder
#52
She knew what she wanted and it was an arms length away, how do I make advances without looking cheap? Are my legs not sexy enough to drive him crazy? " dereva , I hope mguu wangu hautaleta shida ukikaa hapo" @pseudonym asked with the hope of drawing meria's attention to the brown legs. " haina shida" he muttered. The lack of attention from Meria was driving her crazy, she was used to men falling over their heads at the site of her beauty and fighting for a chance to talk to her. No bright ideas were forthcoming and every question asked with the hope of striking a conversation was met with a short answer.
" by the way kuna joto" she muttered...........
"fungua dirisha" Meria sharply responed. Usually he was very receptive to duty free imports ;) but this one was different. His grip on the large steering wheel loosened and revealed sweaty palms(a sign of nervousness) as his mind raced with thoughts of why his courage had abandoned him in a fisi's time of need. Did @jumabekavu not approve the color of the goat he offered him for their truce? Shait maybe I should have offered two black chickens instead. Just as his thoughts on @pseudonym engulfed him Meria snapped back to reality as he sharply hit the brakes to avoid a swerving but very familiar looking x6 with what appeared to be a hippo-like female passenger :eek:.......
 

Bakayaro!

Village Elder
#54
@pseudonym was now comfortable in the cabin of the Actros, leaning against the door with her mini-skirted creamy legs pointing diagonally towards the gear lever.

As they progessed towards Voi, the golden sunlight had given way to sporadic splashes of headlamp illumination from oncoming traffic. Every time the cabin lit up, she noticed the rippling upper arms of her driver, whose experienced eyes remained fixated on the road and the mirrors.

They had exchanged guarded pleasantries, and she had briefly narrated how her oldish on-off boyfriend (f**k @FieldMarshal CouchP!) had abruptly stopped his equally old Subaru B4 in the middle of nowhere, ordered her out, and sped off with screeching tyres. Her error this time, she told herself, was to mention that his second shot was always flabby and took too long. His rage had reached its climax when she suggested that he should reconsider and use his tongue once in a while, then she'd made the mistake of remarking that he fingered her as though he was picking his nose in search of ancient Inca gold. It was not the first time their Coastal trysts had ended on a sour note, nor the last time that her frankness had made a macho-man mad.

Meria's biceps flashed in the cabin light, sharply contrasting against the white sleeveless vest he wore despite the evening coolness. Against her own wishes, @pseudonym felt a familiar, naughty warmth begin to rise in her head.

If it left her head and began to flow downwards, she feared that her ever-inventive lower-self would begin to scheme how to make Voi more than a rest-stop.
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