I Can't come and kill myself

They had talked over the phone for several months.
He loved her.
And she loved him.
Their relationship grew daily and they made plans to meet.
The late night chats.
The constant calls and text messages.

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He was going to make her forget her past relationships and start a new beginning.
With him.
He was going to make her worship him - the sexual god of satisfaction.
Of emotional fulfilment.
And one rainy evening, they met.
Dinner.
Tongue in mouth.
Bodies entangled in burning desire.
"Are you in yet?"
She asked.
Curiosity written all over her face.
As she lay on the bed, legs spread wide open. To receive him.
He was still struggling to find her honey pot.
This wasn't what he expected. Why is it hidden? Maybe she does not have one? Is she a virgin?
He was agitated.
He had explained to her over the phone how he would deal with her mercilessly until she drowns in an ocean of orgasm.
But here he was.
Trying to trace the entrance of her privates with his fingers.
Ah! Alas!
There it is.
He giggled with satisfaction as he felt the wet and slippery path to pleasure.
She was soaked in her own desires.
He was prepared to go in and go hard.
She was uneasy.
"Why are you taking so much time? I will soon get dry and we won't do this again."
She shouted with dissatisfaction.
He had found the entrance but his manhood could not stand.
It bowed its head in prayers like an Imam on a prayer mat.
Suddenly, like an overcharged pastor, ready to deliver people from demonic spirit, his manhood rose.
Strong.
Hard.
Determined.
He rushed for her legs and hit the bar.
She winced in pain.
"Ouch! That's my anus you mad man. Allow me put it in myself."
She guided the starving manhood into her honey pot.
Just as he felt him inside her.
Excited and full of energy.
He shook and drew in a deep breath as he poured his manly juice into her.
"Whaaaaat! You bastard!"
She screamed.
As she deposited two slaps on his left cheek.
In rage she said.
"I am not done, we have not started."
With a smile on his face.
As he stood up, pulled his trousers and zipped it.

He murmured.
Under his breath.
"Well, I am through. It entered and I came. I cannot come and kill myself for nothing."
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