Menzi and I were in my bedroom when I decided to change into my sleepwear i.e. underwear. I really enjoyed being naked. I never was a fan of clothing. The only reason I wore clothes was because it was the right thing to do and not wearing clothes was illegal. I had always dreamt of being a model but my height didn't really agree with that. In fact, at some point I wanted to be a porn star but my dignity carried me.
I went inside the sheets whilst I waited for Menzi who was in the bathroom. He came out of the bathroom and decided that he wanted to give me a strip show. I had never received a private strip show and what was nice about this stripper was that I could actually sleep with him. At the end of his show when he had nothing left to take off, he jumped onto the bed and started kissing me. I went with the flow and then I pushed him off. Before anything could happen between him and me, we had to discuss a few things and know exactly where we stood. I personally just needed to know that he was ready for whatever was coming his way because when we broke up, that wasn't really the case. He assured me that he was and that he would do right by me the second time around. Horny people always know what to say.
After we had sex, we had our usual pillow talks, Menzi told me that he was ready to build something solid with me and that he would want us to move in together. Initially I had thought of getting my own place but as time went, I realised that there really wasn't a need for me to waste money whilst I could just tolerate the Gigolo's Castle and its clowns. I was waiting for the perfect companion before moving into my own place.
Menzi then decided to spoil what could have been a beautiful night by dropping a bomb on me. "There's something I need to tell you. Whilst you were away… I became a father" he said. I quickly got up and went to lock myself in the bathroom. I didn't know what to do or how to feel about that. He had a child, an innocent child that did nothing wrong BUT what did that mean for me and him? I just needed time to digest all of that. He told me that the sooner I knew the better it would be for him because he would know if he should carry on pushing for more or just let me go because he wasn't going to choose between me and his child. I then came out of the bathroom and asked him where the child was. He told me the child was with his mother and that his name was Uyanda. He was two years old.
I went back to bed and we started talking about how everything happened. I felt like I had rushed into things with Menzi, the thing with him was that I had dated him before and we were just picking up from where we left off. The only problem though, was that he gave me a lot to pick up, his baggage was heavy. I was however mature about the situation and pledged to make it work only if he would meet me halfway. In the mean time, Thebe was haunting me and I was trying everything I could to block out images of him.
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