Haidhuru

Or not—this is mos def not PG County—it’s actually R (and actually one from the archives and with one major edit to boot) lakini of course disclaimer bado iko…get out while you can- oh ye of delicate sensibilities…….

Men who love women and related grown up stories….
insha iliyo andikwa na Mutumia wa Mucii

It seems Mental started the whole sex-heavy bloggage when he unleashed his rump-shaking left/right bYtch (Nick, 2005) video … Of course, Ms. K no slouch on the job picked up the ball and ran with it and was picked up by the one and only Guess (recognize!) who put it down like it’s seldom been put down before—- and everywhere I go—it seems all that’s on people’s mind is the strokage (or the lack thereof) that’s going on….Now see here, I believe in that old adage that if something’s worth doing- it’s worth doing right. I don’t believe in being all sanctimonious about strokage- if I am partaking of that goodness, I’ll do it with no shame on me- without trying to guise it as something I do but don’t really like…. otherwise I’ll just not do the damn thing- y’know?

Likewise, if someone chooses not to indulge for moral or aesthetic beliefs- more power to them I say. But the sad thing for me- is when we make sex furtive-a clandestine activity kidogo like terrorism- where we operate in cells ‘cause that is how misinformation -which in the case of strokage can lead to swelling of bellies and long illnesses bravely borne y’know? Anyway– this post is not a PSA cause that’s strokage 101- if you aren’t wrapping up- well, that’s an entirely diff’rent blog. This post is about pure pleasure from peer pressure:)

Now, seeing as I’m not getting none and probably won’t for a while, let’s talk about what makes a dude sexy (as in shag-acious/ boink-acious/do-able/ fanya-ble)? If you ask me (which you didn’t but I’ll answer anyway) it’s all in the intent of the attention…. Like are you a means to his end or are you the end itself? I think there is nothing that even comes close to hot strong vigorous ma-lovings and ma-sexings from a jamaa who loves women.

Now when I say ‘men who love women’ I don’t mean men who are not gay—I mean- men who really love women— you know— who think women are the bomb? Who Vive la différence! all day long? Who do NOT think that women are a’ight - lakini being with the boys is better…. Y’know? A woman lover? You know- a guy who treats your body like it’s this magical kingdom – a wondrous tropical garden- a cornucopia of delights? You know when you just cannot stop stroking a cashmere cardigan ama fur coat cause of the way it feels good against your fingertips? And you’re doing it ‘cause you love the sensation and for no other reason only? Now imagine a jamaa who does that – just because he pendas the feel of female skin… a jamaa who loves the feel, the taste of p*ssy- who smiles and literally chortles with glee at the fact that he’s a recipient to all this— who’s only words are “You have no idea how good that p*ssy tastes”

… who gets so thrilled at the way that you can be nasty and takes it as a testament to you at the various ways you can shock him . When a jamaa says “Nasty!!” and he’s grading you and not chastising you? Y’know, it’s an accolade? Who hunts down your most wicked fantasy like this great absolutely cool puzzle that he’s been dying to solve. He’s egging you on with “For real? He he he… We can do that?”. And you’re not feeling like you have to play that gaddam role of virtuous maiden with him cause he’s so cool with “Grown women’s fantasies- ‘cause we’re playing adult games here”…… ‘cause for me– it’s always makes me pause when I see how sometimes enjoying sex for a woman can be turned against you- y’know– like you’re not quite peers in this whole act– he’s the Prof. Higgins to your Eliza Dolittle. That’s sad I say— grown folks should act grown I say…
Nah— a woman lover loves chicks who penda strokes. With chicks who penda their ‘gadgets’. With chiles who penda strokes with him.
And with themselves Mpaka you feel like you’re granting him one of his fondest wishes? Y’know? Those jamaaz?

And what happens when a jamaa like this comes along is that you end up being this fantastic sexual goddess who is giving as good as she’s getting. And the strokage – ah the strokage— becomes the stuff that legends are made off. That Mshairi hears coming from upstairs even above her music and bongo drums……
*sigh*