I consider myself a full man, able bodied and both psychologically and mentally strong. I love women, head to toe via the clit corridor. However, I consider myself ‘special’ because I dont really enjoy the chase. More times than not, I find myself letting go of a ‘hard to get’ woman. The thrill of the chase just doesnt get to me and I get bored faster than I got interested. The reason is that, why should I work so hard to get something that is already eaten? What new thing or taste will I find that I haven’t already? In short, I can only chase after a ‘hard to get virgin’.
You see one day, my uncle took me to the pigsty. At the water area he asked me to look at the water trough . He then took a stick and dipped it in. Then asked, 'how would you know that a stick has been dipped inside?'. He continued, 'this water trough is like a woman's vagina, no dick leaves a mark'. However tight or loose, you may never know who has been there. Conclusively, i draw no special concern or interest to secondary virginity. If its broken its safer to assume the highest milage.
The exception to this though is that if I am able to correctly deduce, either by direct information or statistical probability , that the woman is a virgin. Otherwise, usipogawa na the second meeting, saidia mwengine.
I was lucky enough to meet a 26 y.o virgin. On this particular Sunday that I went to church, dragged by a female friend who thought it would be an interesting experience, was the day I met Eunice. I am not intrinsically religious but i am quite spiritual. The most interesting part was when the visitors were served tea and mandazi.
Interesting not because I particularly enjoyed the tea and bland mandazi or because of the barrage of typical religious question of 'oh are you saved?'....... 'Even if you have not kept yourself until marriage, you can repent and practise secondary virginity blah blah blah"........ but because the lady who had served me was still going to be the one taking me through whatever.
Eunice was pretty much a church girl. Her baby face made her seem so innocent, which actually turned me on. She also seemed so young and inexperienced, naive we could say.. that was also a boner inducer..... when i learnt she was 26, i was shocked. It would then be a topic in all our conversations.
It was easy to miss her curvaceous hips, well tucked and hidden under the loose fit dress she wore. In compensation, or so I thought, her perky, pointy and tender looking breasts were nearly stretching out of the bosom area of the dress.
I really have no recollection of the events of that interaction but all I know is that i ended up with a phone number and a date. It was as if all along i was in some sort of euphoric hypnosis.
During the first date, we had lunch at Trattoria. I got to like Eunice more. Her intelligence and kind humor in some way, sexually enticed me . It ended up in me pouring my heart out.
The second date was in my house. I was cooking lunch. We had a wonderful time. We sat on different sofas and we started playing cards and in no time we were on the same sofa. We started getting comfortable and soon we were kissing. She was not a good kisser but her full, natural duck lips made up for that. They were crimson in colour, soft and warm and somewhat wet. My dick was throbbing hard so i went for her breasts. She leaned in and i felt the perfection of her slim waist in my grip. On touching her breasts: they were not far from my wild imagination. They were spongy and round and upright and so perfect I would have had a hand orgasm.. she jerked away so fast she stood. 'I cant do this', she said and stormed out. I swear that hard on lasted a cumulative of an hour. I would think of the moment, get a hard on, watch a little t.v, subside, then think if her again.
