But before I go into details, let me first pray to God to grant paradise to auntie Dairy’s relative at whose burial, I met Rose and Annette.
While I was feasting on Annette, Rose called and told me that she knew I was busy feasting on Annette.
Rose’s voice was jealous and cold. I didn’t know what to say to her. So I kept ma’am. “But keep some for me,” she begged.
Then went on to tell me how she was still in Masindi attending for a sick relative. This contradicted Annette’s story in which she told me that Rose had gone to sell her trou.
I thought Rose was just pulling my leg. However, she was as serious as a heart attack.
Just two days after Annette had left, she called asking where I was. “In Kampala” Was my answer only for her to shoot back with, “I know ……. But what part of Kampala?” That she wanted to see me to ask me a question face to face.
But before I could even ask what it was that she wanted to ask me, Rose ordered me to pick her from the bus park.
Being a very curious man, I went to the bus park and met the sex woozing Rose waiting. She was putting on a body hugging dress that exposed appetizing curves. All eyes were on her, while hers were on me. At the meeting, she hugged me then went on to kneel down and greeted me in Kinyoro culture.
“What is she up to!” I silently wondered because kneeling is not a Bararo thing. I played along.
To my surprise, Rose was not carrying luggage prompting me to think she was going to Kerren’s or some other kin’s place.
But on getting to the car, Rose started bubbling, first she demanded to know why I kwana her when I didn’t love her. That she had never been insulted the way she was when I chose ugly Annette over her. “I am sorry but that was the right thing at that moment,” I said before going on to tell her that I never expected them to even know each other later alone being cousins. “I had a proggie with Annette…cancelling it would have been the greatest insult of all,” I reasoned.
“Now how about me?” She asked in a sharp authoritative tone. But as I searched for an answer to give, Rose told me that she was here to have break up sex with me and head back to her father’s orugo.
I was dumb folded to the core. Were they up to something else or what? Nevertheless, I played along. “Really!” I said only for Rose to ask if that was too much to ask of someone she loves with all her life.
I confessed my confusion before asking if she was really serious or playing with my mind. Only for Rose to reply saying, “I love you so much …I can tongue you in public.” I replied, “Take there!” Only for Rose to swear that she was speaking her mind. That was quickly followed by grabbing my head and locking our lips into a French smooch.
After that I drove straight to the Penthouse, checked us into the big brother suite 51. The very suite in which I chewed her cousin sister.
My master plan was to serve Rose a drink as I do my other victims. But she pulled off her dress, bra and nicker and snaked on the bed. She reached into her purse, pulled out an HIV test card and handed it to me saying, “You are free to chew me live or with anti- virus.”
I stripped and joined Rose praying to God, “If this is a dream, don’t wake me up till I have popped.”
The one and only loose roll of waist beads added beauty to her wow sexy figure. “God! You look pretty” I exclaimed. Rose replied with, “I taste good too.” She sounded so confident so I put my fingers to work.
Going by Rose’s cousins and other bararo belles I have chewed, I thought finding el-nino would be a major disappointment.
We smooched like I was going to another universe. As that was happening, my longest finger was checking for oil amount and temperature.
In less than 2 minutes of checking, I found what international oil companies are trying to do Uganda wide. “HOOOOOOOOOOF” Oil hit my hand.
Rose reached by spreading her legs widest like saying, “all my orugo is yours.”
Rose’s kiss made me wanna impregnate her there and then. It felt very sweet and unique. But I refrained myself. Meanwhile, el- nino was gushing profusely.
“OOOOH God…… if she is wiggling her waist like that to the finger…. How about when I will put the skewer to use?” I asked myself.
This was the dirty version of kyarenga. As I was still enjoying all that, Rose adjusted herself and started eating the skewer. I felt yoli yolis sparkling through my body like electricity. “ooooh God save my life …… she is going to infect me with AIDs,” I silently prayed.
Because I was first losing courage to install anti- virus before surfing Rose’s OTT. Rose ate the skewer like she did not have teeth. Like 5 minutes of that, the gun fired like a billion bullets as far as Rose’s throat. I felt very empowered. I felt like even if I died and didn’t go to heaven, I wouldn’t make bones with God because he has given me all I love on earth.
As the skewer lost stamina, I took my manly position between Rose’s gams. Quickly put on an anti- virus and started jazzing. In less than three minutes, it had fully recovered. I sunk in to fully investigate why Imana created her so beautiful.
“OOOOOOH Mr. Hyena …you have work …Go easy on me.” Rose begged.
Meanwhile, I was “Annette may have lied that she had gone to sleep with her men.” Because it was tight like not interrupted within a while.
However, her other guys may have micro skewers. “OOOOOOOOH rukundo yanje nyona kagikuha …nakuha orugo rwanje abanzitre … n’ente zanje.” Rose moaned.
“OOOOOOH thanks my love and I give you all my skewer and ebigenderako,” I moaned back.
We covered five major formulas. Rose dominated three of them leaving me just two. Rose turned out to be the kind that wraps her legs and arms around a guy when she reaches the tee hee hee moment.
That she did twice during those aforementioned five formulas. “Wampendegura …… naroha,” Rose pleadingly confessed. But, I worked her till I crossed the finishing line.
“Thank you for bonking me well” Rose said but used a kiss to deny me the opportunity to talk back.
We took a short nap then a shower. On asking why she didn’t come with the luggage, Rose told me that she expected me to beat her omwenda. That she was to hurry back to Nakasongola. Rose went on to tell me that she had accomplished her mission and so was heading back. “You must be joking…I have to first chew you for at least a week,” I said only for Rose to ask what she would be wearing.
Off to a shopping spree, I took Rose. I bought her dresses, shirts, blouses, shoes, handbags, nickers and other small things women wear to add beauty.
Next on the list was a smart phone, blood test and saloon. We returned to the Rendezvous close to 10pm. Rose didn’t even allow me to close the door.
As I was forced to close the door, she collapsed on her knees, and gave me a lollipop. In no time, the skewer was red hot.
Rose demanded I invade her from behind without removing the nicker. With those words, she had already formed an arch and also pulled the nicker aside. What else could I do but to please the lady? We ended up doing it in all corners. By the third day, I had come to the conclusion that Rose was the freakiest of the Nyindos.
Rose had told me all kinds of dirt about Annette and Kerren. I didn’t tell her what they had told me about her.
“I am not telling you this to break you up,” Rose yapped.
On my fourth day with Rose, I got a call from Kerren telling me a jigger was itching her deep in the trou. On asking what she wanted me to do, Kerren was, “I want to have you for lunch.”
We met at a hotel along Entebbe road. I was to install anti- virus but Kerren said, “You can download in me … I am safe.” On pressing her to assure me if she was telling the truth, Kerren told me, “You can’t impregnate me a time belle until you pay her bride price.”
Kerren told me that even if I chewed her for a year non- stop, I wouldn’t impregnate her.
Rose’s mega appetite for doggies resulted in a pregnancy as well. Two weeks later, I did the same to Annette.
Rose was the first to confirm. At first I thought she wanted to detooth me. So I was “are you sure?” To which the answer was, “I have missed two months now.” My next question was, “whose is it?” Only for Rose to reply asking why she would be telling me if it wasn’t mine.
“Are you sure it is mine?” I exclaimed. Rose replied telling me that I was the only man to set foot in her trou in over 6 months.
Several days later, Kerren said she didn’t know how it happened. So I must carry my responsibility as I carried her while amending her. The following week Annette called. “She’s also going to tell me she is pregnant,” I silently thought.
On pressing ok I started with, “are you going to tell me that you are pregnant?” Annette replied asking how I knew.
Kerren refused to abort, Rose swore that she was to commit suicide if I refused to meet her parents. The next call from Annette thanked me for what I did to her sister and cousin. “Evil deeds don’t hide too long,” She concluded.
Since then, I am officially in hiding because Mzee Nyindo summoned me to his orugo to explain myself. But I can’t dare set my foot in his compound without first consulting you members of the readership.
Especially those with knowledge of what Himas do to skewers that impregnate their belles before bride price. If I survive the Nyindos, I will tell you of the three Gisu cousins I impregnated and almost got my skewer chopped off.
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