Pseudonym Obeys Me

Baba Toto

Village Elder
#1
After commenting on each other's posts, it became apparent that we were attracted to each other but couldn't be together.
We exchanged messages but she resisted all my moves. I had to accept my seat in the friend zone.
Sitting in a bar in Westlands one day, I posted how boring it was and the first comment was from her. It simply said -true.
I messaged her. Location ? She replied. Next to dancefloor. Wearing ? White minidress, black knee-high boots.
I walked by her table where she sat with her man. Saw the 36DDs locked and loaded and endless thighs.
Behind his back, I made deep eye contact and mouthed silently. Pseudonym. Follow me.
She blushed and lowered her eyes. Nodded silently, while he talked. I walked out into the dimly lit car park.
I leaned against my car and lit a cigarette. Waited. Parting the tobacco cloud, she strutted to me. Defiant.
I held out the pack. She uncrossed her arms and took my nicotine shaft. The gas lit flame lit her eyes up.
We puffed, exhaled and watched as the clouds caressed and danced upwards. Like mythical winged lovers.
Why are you here ? Why not ? Her eyes betrayed her harsh tone. They danced but wouldn't look into mine.
Look at me. Shyly they sought mine. I swam in their liquid depth confidently towards her hidden island.
She turned and leaned against my car. I turned and towered over her. My fragile porcelain doll.
I leaned in with eyes closed and deeply inhaled her animal musk as it rose from her secret place.
I whispered. You have two choices. Walk back to safety or jump over the edge of the waterfall.
She sighed. The lioness inside shook the bars of her two bed, two bath, white fenced cage.
The dark pools of eyes met mine again. Closer than before. I'm scared. I don't want to be hurt. Ever again.
Years of smoking made my voice deep and raspy. True submission is power. Release her from that cage.
She stared into the depth of the shadows to her right. Saw the jungle beckoning to her.
Okay.
But if I free her.
She won't go back in.
 
#17
After commenting on each other's posts, it became apparent that we were attracted to each other but couldn't be together.
We exchanged messages but she resisted all my moves. I had to accept my seat in the friend zone.
Sitting in a bar in Westlands one day, I posted how boring it was and the first comment was from her. It simply said -true.
I messaged her. Location ? She replied. Next to dancefloor. Wearing ? White minidress, black knee-high boots.
I walked by her table where she sat with her man. Saw the 36DDs locked and loaded and endless thighs.
Behind his back, I made deep eye contact and mouthed silently. Pseudonym. Follow me.
She blushed and lowered her eyes. Nodded silently, while he talked. I walked out into the dimly lit car park.
I leaned against my car and lit a cigarette. Waited. Parting the tobacco cloud, she strutted to me. Defiant.
I held out the pack. She uncrossed her arms and took my nicotine shaft. The gas lit flame lit her eyes up.
We puffed, exhaled and watched as the clouds caressed and danced upwards. Like mythical winged lovers.
Why are you here ? Why not ? Her eyes betrayed her harsh tone. They danced but wouldn't look into mine.
Look at me. Shyly they sought mine. I swam in their liquid depth confidently towards her hidden island.
She turned and leaned against my car. I turned and towered over her. My fragile porcelain doll.
I leaned in with eyes closed and deeply inhaled her animal musk as it rose from her secret place.
I whispered. You have two choices. Walk back to safety or jump over the edge of the waterfall.
She sighed. The lioness inside shook the bars of her two bed, two bath, white fenced cage.
The dark pools of eyes met mine again. Closer than before. I'm scared. I don't want to be hurt. Ever again.
Years of smoking made my voice deep and raspy. True submission is power. Release her from that cage.
She stared into the depth of the shadows to her right. Saw the jungle beckoning to her.
Okay.
But if I free her.
She won't go back in.
ES @Meria Mata come kiasi kuna jamaa anaomba equator.
 

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