Ouch! Oh yeah, just give it to me! Ha-ha!
What were you thinking? It’s Bella and Bob Bright on it again. You can call us
B-Square. Did you expect us to be sitting idle and be gaining weight? Oh
no, vacations came once in a blue moon, and moreover, we needed to burn
calories. I rather prefer going to Bella’s mobile and flexible gymnasium to any
other place. It mattered more to me than my life. By the way, this is how it
all started. There was an Xmas Party in my community. We had prearranged that I
would go to her house that evening, to take her out, so that we could proceed
to the party venue. I found it so troubling and despondent. This time round, I
was the one who supposed to visit her. Was she intentionally trying to dodge my
soft blows? I questioned and contemplated. I needed to start my selfish
physical calculations in time, if I didn’t want to miss that orgasmic target.
Wearing a hood over my gangster jeans trouser, with my well-fitted cap worn
backwards, I dashed towards her abode.
When I finally approached her residence, I
made my way straight to her room. By this time, Bella already knew that the
action man had arrived. Nothing so serious transpired within the first 30
minutes of our meeting. She prepared a meal of boiled yam with some palava sauce.
I knew she would definitely prepare a carbohydrate, given the magnitude of
destructive labour she would likely entertain. We feasted and imbibed some
intoxicating beverages. After all, that tipsiness can’t defeat the
determination of romantically experienced couple like us. We needed to catapult
our atoms to the energized state. Bella and I could both feel the unhappiness
that scavenged our sobbing molecules. They were planning and preparing to go
for demonstration, for the mere reason that they had been energy-starved for
one week. But we weren’t ready to witness this preventable carnage befall on
us. We weren’t wealthy enough to incur the cost of damages that will remain if
we allowed those atomic and molecular protests to invade our systems. Accordingly,
Bella and I quickly brainstormed to resolve the microscopic agitations. What
next? She wore briefs which I speedily loosened and disposed on the floor. And
up we went, onto that sofa bed.
We knew we had already fueled ourselves
properly, so the engines ignited. And bingo! It was a successful lift-off,
thanks to the ingenuity of the two NASA engineers. No one wanted to lose that
battle. I never saw Bella in such dangerous maneuvers. Did she want to
eliminate me from the planet that day? What was my crime that deserved this
exciting punishment? Actually, do you know what was happening? She climbed me
like a horse, and laid me flat on the sofa. I nearly regretted for embarking on
that trip. But it was too early to start regretting. Bella then painstakingly
guided my ballistic missile into that special elastic orifice. It was a deadly
feeling. I could clearly see she wanted to show me levels that day. Even
though, I also ‘knew my level’, she made my physical calculations completely
useless. We didn’t know who was attacking who. I was lost in the game and I
needed a GPS device to find my coordinates. Unfortunately for me, Bella was
rather the physicist that day. She hid my phone somewhere. Up and down she went
on my hardened material, until I was motionless. I wondered whether my
ancestors actually lived. Why couldn’t they foresee that looming danger and
warn me? I am sure I failed to consult them.
Finally, I was tooting like an ambulance.
That was the part that shocked me most. I rather needed to call for fire
service, lest I will be charred to death. Luckily enough, the wicked girl
slowed things down. She just decided to temper justice with mercy. I thanked
her for that kind gesture.
But maybe it wasn’t necessary for me to
thank her. Factually, by the time she reduced the period of her oscillations,
it was too late. The water service department had already released a battalion
of barrels to come and extinguish that burning fire. They might also consider
greasing all contact points. The friction generated too much heat. But then, I
heaved a huge sigh of relief when the water service department timely rescued
me from my joyful sufferings.
I needed to go home and relearn my
mechanics. She mustn’t defeat me next time. By the way, we couldn’t attend the
party again. I’m not that stupid.
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