Memoirs – Chapter Forty Seven

From the onset I must say this. The biggest difference I feel in why women get this relationship thing so wrong and almost always end up on the receiving end of it all is this issue of sex and how much importance we attach to it. A lot of women, especially the married ones tend to equate sex to love or something closely weird like that. Are they wrong about that? Mmmm good question but I think yes they are wrong! Yes we all get emotionally attached at some point but it’s wrong to think sex is love because with sex it’s only about physical satisfaction because it is usually when your emotional needs are not met that you get played or play yourself. Sex or making love give women the illusion of closeness and togetherness but to most men its a pleasurable relief and well, that’s it. Saying it is wrong because no woman wants to be told that but I have shared enough discussions with men married and single alike and they all love at the ridiculousness of what women think sex is. When animals do it does it mean they are in love? Food for thought! A lot of women get so angry when they think that a man justifies cheating yet when they cheat themselves they are quick to say that it was because he either cheated himself, was not emotionally available or the best one yet, he does not give me enough attention? Really? You want him to work and make money for you to buy hair and nails and wonder why he is always distracted? Are you a toddler that needs to be constantly monitored? Asthandile had all my attention, was unemployed and received everything she ever wanted yet now she was running around kissing so called gay guys! Attention my ass! Get over yourselves, people cheat because they are weak and lustful not because your useless husband took the other mans dick and stuck it inside you. It is not because he did not hold you enough at night or cry with you because you broke a nail.

Who says you can’t talk with food in your mouth? Please! Khanyi even said where the condoms were without taking junior out of her mouth. Her blowjob was very different I must say from what I had experienced from my wife. My wife had been gentle and slow about it. She had put effort and thought into it. Khanyi was like a hungry child eating a piece of meat. I had to be careful she doesn’t bruise me but at the moment it was too good to pay attention. The difference between a side dish and a wife is that the wife you make love to. There are so many things you can’t do with your wife largely because she will remind you in the morning not to do that because it disrespects her as the mother of your children. You can’t hit the chocolate box on your wife and come to think of it, oral with her is also a bit much. There is just something not right with it and I can’t place my finger on it. Khanyi even now on her knees, yes her knees, I was thinking of all the ways I was going to punish her! I had wanted her for a while now and this was pure lust nothing more! She was not even that attractive to me but she had that ‘fuck me’ personality and loved to tease! Now it was time to pay the piper!

I lifted her, didn’t know I was that strong and navigated myself somehow through her apartment to the couch. She had an open plan kind of setup with a kitchen that went straight into the lounge tv room area. It was separated by the kitchen counter which also served as the kitchen table. My house was definitely bigger than hers but it was quite convenient. She had said her condoms were in the false bottom on the couch and I somehow managed to feel for them and found them. I pulled down her pants and she was wearing a thong! Its thong right the one that goes through the ass? Yes that one! I didn’t turned her around, knees on the floor, chest on the couch. I did not even bother to take off the panties, what for, I pulled the thin strap out of her ass to one side and I immediately thrust. Thank the ancestors for her because she was already wet, very wet in fact. This was not making love! Every thrust I made I made sure I went as deep as possible which only made her moan louder and louder until she was screaming. I didn’t care who heard but I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying it. All men can tell you what their best ever shag was and for me this had to be it! The way she moved and felt underneath me, the way she gave me full access even though she was still full dressed apart from her pants which I had pulled down just made it feel dirtier. I took out all my frustrations out on her! From the difficult inlaws, almost cheating wife, Lindiwe and her drama and every other stress I had experienced in the last couple of weeks. She was the one who was paying for it and this just gave me strength!

I don’t think she had expected me to be that forceful and dominant as she was always the one playing the mind games. Well now, looking at her beneath it was clear that the game was over and who had won! Respect is earned! My wife would never have allowed me to have sex with her like this. It was too dirty and selfish she would most definitely say. There is a reason why its called the forbidden fruit, its because it tastes so good and you can do whatever you want with it knowing that you don’t have to cuddle later on. When I was done I took off my condom and looked for the bathroom. I know they say don’t flush your condoms rather dispose of them in the bin or something but who does that? That’s evidence as far as I am concerned. I wrapped the used condom in a tissue paper and I flushed it down the toilet.

Would you believe she was still lying in the position I had left her, chest on couch, knees on floor and ass sticking up panting like a dog on a hot day! If I didn’t know better I would say she looked like Miley Cyrus with her tongue out panting as though trying to catch her breath! I smiled at my handiwork!

She asked if we could go again because it was better than she ever hoped for!

I looked at her and calmly said,

“That was the first and last time! I am going home to my wife!”

I walked out!

****The End****

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Michael Nkululeko Maphoto (fb)

Dear Mike

I am a university student in Jhb and I must say most of the things you wrote about in Zulu Girl Goes to Jhb were true. I am a first year originally from the Eastern Cape. I have fallen in love with a Nigerian guy. He is sweet and gentle and treats me better than any South African guy I have ever dated. He is not that rich but he is decent. I don’t know what he does for a living because every time I ask he is never straightforward. I am not going to use stereotypes to judge him but I wanted to ask if there is a way of finding out a person’s past e.g. through the police or something. I like him but I am also wise to the fact that there could be dangers attached to him.

Kindly advise

Xhosa Girl