{UAH} DR STELLA NYANZI'S LATEST REVELATION.
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Ambassador Ikanos,
What do you make of this latest revelation of your feminist heroine?
With Dr Naynzi we are discovering new boundaries of morality.
Bobby
Stella Nyanzi
Considering my guilt about the difference of two decades between
myself and Ikoku my newest lover, I decided to end our pleasurable
sinning after refunding his money.
Yes! I am guilty of detoothing the sweet child last weekend, after
giving him the best hand-job he'll ever get. He was so out of this
world with ecstacy that he pulled out of his wallet a beautiful brown
note of Fifty Thousand Shillings.
"Stella, you deserve the world," he said huskily, as he focussed his
gorgeous big brown eyes onto mine.
"Really?" I purred.
"You do. But for now, I will give you this gift as my initial deposit
on getting you the whole world," he replied as he tucked the glorious
note between my two big breasts.
"Oh Ikoku," I said seductively. "You are spoiling me," I added as I
looked shyly at his resurrecting delicious snake.
I quickly pushed the money under my big fluffy pillows and replaced my
sticky hands with my lips and tongue.
At only twenty-two years of age, Ikoku was the first sexual partner to
give me cash of his own volition. I appreciated his generosity because
I am arse-broke these days. Thus the money was beautiful and glorious
and redemptive and everything good.
I did not feel dirty or used because of receiving money from a sex
partner. Instead I thought of the Colgate tooth-paste, Eurosilk toilet
paper and Geisha bath-soap that needed refilling in the children's
bathroom. I blew his saxophone harder as I thought of the empty
fridge-shelves. He threw his youthful head back and sang the music of
many fulfilled ooh-ooh-oohs. I swallowed.
But now that I have decided to end whatever thrill is bubbling between
Ikoku and my forty-two-year-old self, I am going to refund his money.
As soon as my salary from Makerere University is posted into my bank
account, I will send back Ikoku's 50,000/- by Africell Mobile Money
services. I bless Ikoku for giving me my first detoothing experience
at this late age in my life! I feel soooo cougarish!
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What do you make of this latest revelation of your feminist heroine?
With Dr Naynzi we are discovering new boundaries of morality.
Bobby
Stella Nyanzi
Considering my guilt about the difference of two decades between
myself and Ikoku my newest lover, I decided to end our pleasurable
sinning after refunding his money.
Yes! I am guilty of detoothing the sweet child last weekend, after
giving him the best hand-job he'll ever get. He was so out of this
world with ecstacy that he pulled out of his wallet a beautiful brown
note of Fifty Thousand Shillings.
"Stella, you deserve the world," he said huskily, as he focussed his
gorgeous big brown eyes onto mine.
"Really?" I purred.
"You do. But for now, I will give you this gift as my initial deposit
on getting you the whole world," he replied as he tucked the glorious
note between my two big breasts.
"Oh Ikoku," I said seductively. "You are spoiling me," I added as I
looked shyly at his resurrecting delicious snake.
I quickly pushed the money under my big fluffy pillows and replaced my
sticky hands with my lips and tongue.
At only twenty-two years of age, Ikoku was the first sexual partner to
give me cash of his own volition. I appreciated his generosity because
I am arse-broke these days. Thus the money was beautiful and glorious
and redemptive and everything good.
I did not feel dirty or used because of receiving money from a sex
partner. Instead I thought of the Colgate tooth-paste, Eurosilk toilet
paper and Geisha bath-soap that needed refilling in the children's
bathroom. I blew his saxophone harder as I thought of the empty
fridge-shelves. He threw his youthful head back and sang the music of
many fulfilled ooh-ooh-oohs. I swallowed.
But now that I have decided to end whatever thrill is bubbling between
Ikoku and my forty-two-year-old self, I am going to refund his money.
As soon as my salary from Makerere University is posted into my bank
account, I will send back Ikoku's 50,000/- by Africell Mobile Money
services. I bless Ikoku for giving me my first detoothing experience
at this late age in my life! I feel soooo cougarish!
--
Disclaimer:Everyone posting to this Forum bears the sole responsibility for any legal consequences of his or her postings, and hence statements and facts must be presented responsibly. Your continued membership signifies that you agree to this disclaimer and pledge to abide by our Rules and Guidelines.To unsubscribe from this group, send email to: ugandans-at-heart+unsubscribe@googlegroups.com
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