Rodg.ass
New Lister
THE RAW INJECTIONS
CHAPTER ONE
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I have been contemplating a lot about the commuting life and buying my own car, sadly, none of the options would palliate the itchiness of the immorality that boils in my blood stream, in fact, the latter would be worse, I may never require to rent a house, instead, my car would serve the purpose of a mobile bed sitter and the thick-thigh(ed), thigh gapped horny bitches would frequent. I was running late and needed a particular commuter van that plied the exact route but as life would prove people sometimes, I had no option except flag down any random vehicle that appeared.
The driver, draped in their usual blue attires beckoned me to cross the road as he pulled over, desperate enough to see the vehicle seats fully occupied, this vehicle was almost full except one empty chair in front; a very beautiful girl sat next to the driver but when I tried to open the door, it got stuck. I looked her in the face and felt something unusual, her eyes were glowing in this early morning sunshine and I could easily tell that she was having too much sex, if I was mistaken though am sure am making sense, I beg to be pardoned. Our eyes met without any form of communication, not even a gesture until the driver told her to open from inside, the moment I tried to get in, she quickly got out, she obviously didn’t like the driver and I to sandwich her like the pussy lips between the legs of a bended over sexy girl viewed from behind. Generally, I hate it when people do this, in this case however, I didn’t find myself getting angry like I did to some dude a few months ago; paying for both seats and ordering the driver to step on the pedals.
This time round, I didn't think about such any bit, despite running late, sitting next to this sexy girl with our hips grinding against each other's forcefully even without the pot holes on the road would handsomely console my lateness.
Seated side by side, I could only steal glances from the corner of my left eye, this would however not give a high definition angle of her face except her sexy thighs extending to my side but being one of the most loyal grandsons to my wise grandpa, a real pervert like many would dare to term me, I knew there was something I was going to do, this was one among the many chances that I would never let go.
This van was as quiet as a grave (at least from what I hear) no music no conversations, it was everyone for themselves and the creator for us all. With me in the same vehicle, seated with this beautiful queen whom I had never seen before, I was determined to bring the change that the world deserves so much.
I pulled my imported high quality camera phone from my classy jacket that I had just procured a few days back, well sprayed with the coolest cologne in town and comfortably smelling nice, according to whoever sold it to me, it would make girls go gaga, I wondered why this one wasn't or maybe she was just sitting on a wet panty and struggling not to make it known.
I was determined to try something which many would never, especially when not high on any illegal stuff. I switched on the front camera and took an impromptu picture of this beautiful girl. I don't need to explain how cool random pictures look especially when you were not expecting it.
"Excuse me, did you just take a picture of me? Do I even know you? What the hell!" She said, looking furious and mad but all this time I was just looking on my phone screen smiling and minding my own business.
"Hey, am talking to you!" She added, this time tapping on my shoulder. The attention of the other commuters was summoned but thankfully the partition between us and them was sealed, they could only the voices. I signaled her to keep her voice down."Am sorry, trust me when I say I didn't intent to, I hope I get used to these touch screen phones soon, hhmm, this technology will show us wonders," I said sarcastically, sounding like a real BBC (born before computer) with the aim of playing with her psychology and vindicate myself from what would later turn into
serious drama, any naïve but naughty, innocent son of the African soil in my shoe would have done the same.
"Are you kidding me?" She asked, this time our eyes met and stared into each other for a while before she asked for my phone.
"Let me see, show me the picture!" She commanded. I held my phone tight and showed it to her, I just couldn't risk her grabbing and maybe throwing it outside the window of this moving vehicle, this was the first phone in my entire life that I procured and involuntarily went for almost two weeks without food due to the incapacitation that came with it.
"Damn, wow!" She exclaimed upon seeing how cool and professional the picture looked.
"Which phone make and model is this?" She asked with a very wowed morphology, my soul cooled off a little bit and I could also smile from inside as I turned my phone to show her the make and model.
"Please do me a favor!" she softened up.
"Anything," I said with the degree of a real gentleman that I am.
"Send it to me," she begged. At this point in time, I knew my god of good luck especially on days when I was to face deadly bloody battles that would end with the death of one party was all present like never before.
"Via email or?" I pretended not to be interested in her contacts but she quickly opposed the email idea and stretched her hand for me to give her my phone, this time round, I felt comfortable giving it to her.
"Here, send to this WhatsApp number," she said and removed her phone, perhaps to monitor the transfer to her gallery. What an easy way to get a woman's contact, I knew it would cost me a journey to hell and back to get her number but this was an easy one, I fear myself too sometimes.
She kept looking at me and the picture on her phone, smiled and shook her head. As all this happened, I couldn't help but applaud the driver who was all present my not mindful of our business, he was just a perfect and practical example of people minding their own damn businesses; I like the way he concentrated on the steering, clutch, gear break and so forth, the obscene abusive words that he used on other motorists trying to overlap him without permission forced me to conclude that he was one of us and with "us" I mean those people who won't censor absence terms or keep the zips all closed around beautiful gladiators.
"Ooh fuck!" I said.
"What is it again?" She asked with the voice so humble and laughed, women can be so unpredictable, you couldn’t easily tell that she was the same girl who was belching fire a moment ago.
"Am alighting at the next stop," I said since this wasn't my intended route and I had to take another vehicle to my destination.
"Ooh, ok but next time don't take pictures of people without their permission(s), you may never know what they sit on," she warned.
"Sure thing, thanks for the heads-up, I hope to get in touch with you always," I told her as we both stood outside the van before she hopped in again and left.
"Cool, bye," she waved and smiled widely as the driver smiled and winked, perhaps to seal the stamp that he had officially taken his hat off for me.
I was still far from my work place and I needed a motor cycle ride so urgently. The bodaboda guy talked too much but with the windy situation, allow me to jump our conversation part since I didn’t hear any of his words except the moving lips through the side mirror. This ride took an approximate 12 minutes to my destination, the same duration of my lateness.
I walked into the entrance of this premises and pretended to have been around although I was only a few minutes late. The day melted away, I felt so rejuvenated and happy throughout the day, my colleagues were even surprised at the way I greeted them every time we met at the corridors, evening came, I left without bidding my close workmates bye, I wished I could stumble on another sexy gladiator or the same on my way back and maybe add a name to the list of my sweet future bed warmers but luck was not on my side, apparently, it doesn’t strike the same lace twice.
With my phone all stuffed in my pocket, I walked home after alighti
ng and kept myself busy with matters so unrelated to being immoral; I took my usual cold shower before I went to mama mboga for some greens.
“Kamani, what is it?” she asked.
“Why? What?” I asked, looking so confused like someone who had just been wakened up from a heavy slumber or better still caught pants down with someone’s wife, poison for that matter.
“You have been all smiling since you came, if I continue concentrating on you I may end up cutting myself,” she said as she chopped the green vegetables.
“Am always happy, it is just that I rarely spend time with you, now I shall wait until you finish, besides, I won’t mind the vegetables mixed with your blood,” I said sarcastically and winked to drive my point home; a point that I had always loved this woman despite her slight older age, she was beautiful with a baby face, every time she smiled, my evenings felt like mornings, pthoooo!
“With all this beauty, who would shy away from having you?” You look hot and you know I won’t mind a bite,” I came out clean and successfully moved her away from asking me the initial questions.
“Hehe, you want to screw your mother, you don’t fear the curse associated with it, do you?” she asked and looked as if she wasn’t concentrating anymore on the sharp knife slashing through the green vegetables; her words surprised me, I had never believed that she could say such, especially with a sexy smile that dimpled her cheeks as she shook slightly, courtesy of the work she was doing, the boobs in her linen top ignited and switched the beast in me, poor me.
I looked around, there was no other human, I assumed the nearby walls were all deaf for a few minutes as I asked her what would deter the intercourse if she indeed allowed me between her legs, I leaned closer and somewhat enjoyed her natural aroma, the voices in my head were busy trying to convince me to touch her, aided by the dim lights as the night was fast creeping in.
“Whichever you ate today at work must have been mixed with illegal stuff, I bet,” she said. This was the woman I both respected and lusted for in equal measures, she was a mother of one little girl but her husband was not known by anyone around and in fact, no one bothered to care. I would most of the time sit alone and ask myself questions whose answers were never forthcoming.
“Who bangs this woman? How does she deal with horniness, how….?” I couldn’t exhaust the questions in my head and this could have been the reason why I got more psyched up in seducing her.
“Maybe but am not promising you anything,” she said the moment I cordially submitted my invitation to her and walked away with my wrapped delicacy.
“Hey!’ she shouted back.
“What again?” I asked and turned only to see her brandishing a cucumber, the size that many women wish to have against their pussy walls.
“Is that the size you prefer?” I asked her but with a sieved voice and volume, my mouth fenced with my hand.
“My money,” she reminded me, my thoughts raced, I pictured her hand holding my dick the same way she held the green stuff, continuing to look at her would give me an involuntary erection and make me very uncomfortable.
“Oops, sorry!” I exclaimed and shoved my hand inside my pocket to get her cash, I also used this chance to rearrange my crouch and push my misbehaving dick to a position which would somehow muffle the dick print.
“Hehe, relax my dude, if you will smash, you will!” her partying shot was the quote to memorize, a feeling to behold and I walked majestically to my house feeling like a lowly ranked player after scoring a hat-trick.
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CHAPTER ONE
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I have been contemplating a lot about the commuting life and buying my own car, sadly, none of the options would palliate the itchiness of the immorality that boils in my blood stream, in fact, the latter would be worse, I may never require to rent a house, instead, my car would serve the purpose of a mobile bed sitter and the thick-thigh(ed), thigh gapped horny bitches would frequent. I was running late and needed a particular commuter van that plied the exact route but as life would prove people sometimes, I had no option except flag down any random vehicle that appeared.
The driver, draped in their usual blue attires beckoned me to cross the road as he pulled over, desperate enough to see the vehicle seats fully occupied, this vehicle was almost full except one empty chair in front; a very beautiful girl sat next to the driver but when I tried to open the door, it got stuck. I looked her in the face and felt something unusual, her eyes were glowing in this early morning sunshine and I could easily tell that she was having too much sex, if I was mistaken though am sure am making sense, I beg to be pardoned. Our eyes met without any form of communication, not even a gesture until the driver told her to open from inside, the moment I tried to get in, she quickly got out, she obviously didn’t like the driver and I to sandwich her like the pussy lips between the legs of a bended over sexy girl viewed from behind. Generally, I hate it when people do this, in this case however, I didn’t find myself getting angry like I did to some dude a few months ago; paying for both seats and ordering the driver to step on the pedals.
This time round, I didn't think about such any bit, despite running late, sitting next to this sexy girl with our hips grinding against each other's forcefully even without the pot holes on the road would handsomely console my lateness.
Seated side by side, I could only steal glances from the corner of my left eye, this would however not give a high definition angle of her face except her sexy thighs extending to my side but being one of the most loyal grandsons to my wise grandpa, a real pervert like many would dare to term me, I knew there was something I was going to do, this was one among the many chances that I would never let go.
This van was as quiet as a grave (at least from what I hear) no music no conversations, it was everyone for themselves and the creator for us all. With me in the same vehicle, seated with this beautiful queen whom I had never seen before, I was determined to bring the change that the world deserves so much.
I pulled my imported high quality camera phone from my classy jacket that I had just procured a few days back, well sprayed with the coolest cologne in town and comfortably smelling nice, according to whoever sold it to me, it would make girls go gaga, I wondered why this one wasn't or maybe she was just sitting on a wet panty and struggling not to make it known.
I was determined to try something which many would never, especially when not high on any illegal stuff. I switched on the front camera and took an impromptu picture of this beautiful girl. I don't need to explain how cool random pictures look especially when you were not expecting it.
"Excuse me, did you just take a picture of me? Do I even know you? What the hell!" She said, looking furious and mad but all this time I was just looking on my phone screen smiling and minding my own business.
"Hey, am talking to you!" She added, this time tapping on my shoulder. The attention of the other commuters was summoned but thankfully the partition between us and them was sealed, they could only the voices. I signaled her to keep her voice down."Am sorry, trust me when I say I didn't intent to, I hope I get used to these touch screen phones soon, hhmm, this technology will show us wonders," I said sarcastically, sounding like a real BBC (born before computer) with the aim of playing with her psychology and vindicate myself from what would later turn into
serious drama, any naïve but naughty, innocent son of the African soil in my shoe would have done the same.
"Are you kidding me?" She asked, this time our eyes met and stared into each other for a while before she asked for my phone.
"Let me see, show me the picture!" She commanded. I held my phone tight and showed it to her, I just couldn't risk her grabbing and maybe throwing it outside the window of this moving vehicle, this was the first phone in my entire life that I procured and involuntarily went for almost two weeks without food due to the incapacitation that came with it.
"Damn, wow!" She exclaimed upon seeing how cool and professional the picture looked.
"Which phone make and model is this?" She asked with a very wowed morphology, my soul cooled off a little bit and I could also smile from inside as I turned my phone to show her the make and model.
"Please do me a favor!" she softened up.
"Anything," I said with the degree of a real gentleman that I am.
"Send it to me," she begged. At this point in time, I knew my god of good luck especially on days when I was to face deadly bloody battles that would end with the death of one party was all present like never before.
"Via email or?" I pretended not to be interested in her contacts but she quickly opposed the email idea and stretched her hand for me to give her my phone, this time round, I felt comfortable giving it to her.
"Here, send to this WhatsApp number," she said and removed her phone, perhaps to monitor the transfer to her gallery. What an easy way to get a woman's contact, I knew it would cost me a journey to hell and back to get her number but this was an easy one, I fear myself too sometimes.
She kept looking at me and the picture on her phone, smiled and shook her head. As all this happened, I couldn't help but applaud the driver who was all present my not mindful of our business, he was just a perfect and practical example of people minding their own damn businesses; I like the way he concentrated on the steering, clutch, gear break and so forth, the obscene abusive words that he used on other motorists trying to overlap him without permission forced me to conclude that he was one of us and with "us" I mean those people who won't censor absence terms or keep the zips all closed around beautiful gladiators.
"Ooh fuck!" I said.
"What is it again?" She asked with the voice so humble and laughed, women can be so unpredictable, you couldn’t easily tell that she was the same girl who was belching fire a moment ago.
"Am alighting at the next stop," I said since this wasn't my intended route and I had to take another vehicle to my destination.
"Ooh, ok but next time don't take pictures of people without their permission(s), you may never know what they sit on," she warned.
"Sure thing, thanks for the heads-up, I hope to get in touch with you always," I told her as we both stood outside the van before she hopped in again and left.
"Cool, bye," she waved and smiled widely as the driver smiled and winked, perhaps to seal the stamp that he had officially taken his hat off for me.
I was still far from my work place and I needed a motor cycle ride so urgently. The bodaboda guy talked too much but with the windy situation, allow me to jump our conversation part since I didn’t hear any of his words except the moving lips through the side mirror. This ride took an approximate 12 minutes to my destination, the same duration of my lateness.
I walked into the entrance of this premises and pretended to have been around although I was only a few minutes late. The day melted away, I felt so rejuvenated and happy throughout the day, my colleagues were even surprised at the way I greeted them every time we met at the corridors, evening came, I left without bidding my close workmates bye, I wished I could stumble on another sexy gladiator or the same on my way back and maybe add a name to the list of my sweet future bed warmers but luck was not on my side, apparently, it doesn’t strike the same lace twice.
With my phone all stuffed in my pocket, I walked home after alighti
ng and kept myself busy with matters so unrelated to being immoral; I took my usual cold shower before I went to mama mboga for some greens.
“Kamani, what is it?” she asked.
“Why? What?” I asked, looking so confused like someone who had just been wakened up from a heavy slumber or better still caught pants down with someone’s wife, poison for that matter.
“You have been all smiling since you came, if I continue concentrating on you I may end up cutting myself,” she said as she chopped the green vegetables.
“Am always happy, it is just that I rarely spend time with you, now I shall wait until you finish, besides, I won’t mind the vegetables mixed with your blood,” I said sarcastically and winked to drive my point home; a point that I had always loved this woman despite her slight older age, she was beautiful with a baby face, every time she smiled, my evenings felt like mornings, pthoooo!
“With all this beauty, who would shy away from having you?” You look hot and you know I won’t mind a bite,” I came out clean and successfully moved her away from asking me the initial questions.
“Hehe, you want to screw your mother, you don’t fear the curse associated with it, do you?” she asked and looked as if she wasn’t concentrating anymore on the sharp knife slashing through the green vegetables; her words surprised me, I had never believed that she could say such, especially with a sexy smile that dimpled her cheeks as she shook slightly, courtesy of the work she was doing, the boobs in her linen top ignited and switched the beast in me, poor me.
I looked around, there was no other human, I assumed the nearby walls were all deaf for a few minutes as I asked her what would deter the intercourse if she indeed allowed me between her legs, I leaned closer and somewhat enjoyed her natural aroma, the voices in my head were busy trying to convince me to touch her, aided by the dim lights as the night was fast creeping in.
“Whichever you ate today at work must have been mixed with illegal stuff, I bet,” she said. This was the woman I both respected and lusted for in equal measures, she was a mother of one little girl but her husband was not known by anyone around and in fact, no one bothered to care. I would most of the time sit alone and ask myself questions whose answers were never forthcoming.
“Who bangs this woman? How does she deal with horniness, how….?” I couldn’t exhaust the questions in my head and this could have been the reason why I got more psyched up in seducing her.
“Maybe but am not promising you anything,” she said the moment I cordially submitted my invitation to her and walked away with my wrapped delicacy.
“Hey!’ she shouted back.
“What again?” I asked and turned only to see her brandishing a cucumber, the size that many women wish to have against their pussy walls.
“Is that the size you prefer?” I asked her but with a sieved voice and volume, my mouth fenced with my hand.
“My money,” she reminded me, my thoughts raced, I pictured her hand holding my dick the same way she held the green stuff, continuing to look at her would give me an involuntary erection and make me very uncomfortable.
“Oops, sorry!” I exclaimed and shoved my hand inside my pocket to get her cash, I also used this chance to rearrange my crouch and push my misbehaving dick to a position which would somehow muffle the dick print.
“Hehe, relax my dude, if you will smash, you will!” her partying shot was the quote to memorize, a feeling to behold and I walked majestically to my house feeling like a lowly ranked player after scoring a hat-trick.
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