Cold one 2

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               There was a rustle inside. The water had stopped. She opened the bathroom door slightly, peeking out.  “What do you mean?” I looked her in the eyes, and this time, my expression was different. The shadows under the bulb gave my face a subtle weight, like the memory I was about to share had never quite let me go. “The last time kuwa na water heater,    design ilinilima ka ghasia venye nilienda kuzima maji after nimemaliza ku shower nilijipanguza maji nikalala the whole day ju ya kuboeka.” Her hand gripped the doorframe tighter. I chuckled, but it was dry, not amused — grateful. The bathroom door opened fully now. She stood wrapped in a towel, her expression unreadable but softened. “Souley,” she said, voice quieter now,  “why didn’t you just tell me that from the start?” I smiled faintly, stepping to her.  “Some scars don’t talk, unless,  someone listens long enough.” She leaned against the doorframe, th...
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Cloud 9 The Finale.

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Nikarudi nikajiseti kwa sofa nimalizie series. Nikiwa hapo nilijaribu kukumbuka ni episode gani nilikuwa, Alicia called me again to ask for something.

“Souley..”

“Yeah”

“Uko na T-shirt refu..?”

“Wacha nikam nikuchekie.”

“nimefua nguo zenye nilikuwa nazo”

Alicia was truly blessed. I would describe her in great detail, but I don’t want to make you all horny. 

She had that naughty smile on her having seen Mr Abdalla start to rise. I gave her a t-shirt and one of my shorts then turned to leave the room. 

When she was done she came to where I was sat. Put her glorious past on my laps then tasted my lips.

“Alaaa!”

“Souley..,”

“kwani hautosheki?”

Steph had woken up and had seen it all. Alicia pulled away while I whispered in her ear that she was a good kisser. I instructed them both to have breakfast ready as hunger pangs had already started.

Steph went out to get ingredients to make breakfast while Alicia cleaned the utensils, fixed up the place, then went out to hang her clothes which she had washed after taking a shower to dry. 

Mimi huyo nimekaa kwa sofa, starehe bila stress ka Sultan kwa harem.

😅😅

Kumbe hivi ndio King Solomon ule wa bible alikuwa anasikia akiwa na bibi wengi? Nimejua siri. Breakfast ikaserviwa pancakes pale, na coffee yenye nilionja nikasikia imewekwa caramel.

Coffee tamu ka stories zangu nakwambia. Wakakam wakaketi kando yangu na kuanza zile za

“let us serve you Souley”

Wanataka kunilisha breakfast. Weeeh. Nilitense kidogo sio uwongo ju hii Jiji kuamini msee ni balaa. 

Alafu ilibidi nimecheki simu ki sniper nicheki rada ju nashangaa nimeshinda jackpot nini? Mimi nafurahia nadekezwa though. 

Hizo ndio huwa mnaita small wins ama?

Tukamaliza shughuli ya breakfast, tukaingia kwa series pale. Kiasi kiasi series ikiwa nusu nikaona watu wameanza kuwa touchy touchy ka madem kwa ile video ya Sauti Sol, Nishike.

Venye tu mmoja aliamka kuenda kufunga curtains na mlango alafu akirudi anaongeza volume kwa system akijitetea ati ooh iko na sauti kiasi. 

Nikajua baaas kumbe ndio maana nilikuwa nadekezwa dekezwa. Hio realization ilinipiga Pa! ka butwaa.

😅😅

Mmoja amenirukia ni akapea lips zangu shughuli while huyo mwingine aliona Mzee Abdalla ameamka akaamua kumwacha asijifiche. 




Unajua mbiu ya mgambo ikilia, mimi ni nani nisicheze ka mimi? 



Na mchezo ikaanza. Nguvu ya kuendelea haziko bana, alafu sitaki mchukue sheria mkononi. 
😅 

One thing I can tell you for sure, hio mechi sikucheza ka Maguire, performance ilikuwa quality ya the greats ka Lewandoski.

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