THE BREAK by James Kabutugwa

She sat before me and her sweet eyes made the situation more difficult. I didn't fathom why she wanted me to be the one to break her, as I too wasn’t experienced(well maybe that was the reason). To be clear on the issue, I couldn’t help but ask.

“Why me and not someone else?”

“James, it just happens that I trust you,” came her sweet reply.
                    

I moved towards her and her radiant smile gave me the confidence I so much needed. Touched her lightly on her thigh and traced my way to the place. I motioned for her to spread her thighs a little and she did. I circled it and placed a finger on the middle and pressed, ooh! it was ready. She gave a whimper and I withdrew my hand. I looked up and met her sweet smile that reassured me all was well and I shouldn’t stop.

                       

So, with all the confidence I could muster, I moved in for the kill. Looking at her face, my heart went out to her as tears streamed down her cute cheeks and her face contorted in pain. Before long it was over and she sighed with relief. I took a tissue paper and wiped the puss and blood that came from the wound dry. She looked at me and thanked for the service with a sweet kiss.
                           

“Fuck that boil, it had my inner thigh throbbing for days. I thought it would be hell but, it wasn’t so bad after all,” she said with a mischievous grin.
                                       

We both burst out laughing as my hands, ever so stealthily, stole their way past the primary point towards the secondary point…………………..well that’s a story for another day.