Dear diary,
Call me a feminist, but when you finish do not forget to call all men chauvinists. If hated a man in my life it’s because they are chauvinistic. It’s us, the girls that are an accused of being softies, it’s us that play hard to get, its us that are overly emotional, ohh! and by the way mbu we don’t know what we want: we always blush and clearly smile sheepishly in the middle of a vibe and yet we still pretend we don’t like the guy. Who gave these males the right to be judgy, huh? Who gave them the right to think they know us???
I was at a party yesterday, family christening ish. Hands down I can’t handle these kinds of parties but family is family. I dressed up in my hot red pantie and bra set, which I bought from Bra World as a present for my sister but she pissed me off so I kept them for myself. I later draped on a skin-tight black dress that clung to my every curve showing off my sharply ass and paired it with black heels to show off a little leg. I saw nothing wrong with my outfit but still my momma accused me of being inappropriate. For God’s sake mothers can also be so yesterday! Who says I should only be smart on my wedding day? I didn’t care anyway. Propriety is a bitch i left for the “good” girls
The party kept going on and on. For a little kid’s party, I wondered when it turned into a social speech day where all church clergy had to speak. I even overheard the village LC1 claiming for some time so that they “don’t pass eyes through him”
Bored and irritated, my eyes started roaming around the room and caught this guy staring. My party had just gotten started. I winked, he blushed. He was a cute one and I had never seen him around. Time to have some fun, I said to myself. Of course I knew how to handle this one and he knew it too. I could see it in his uncomfortable squirm, knowing he sensed the danger and sexual prowess in me and he quivered with the knowledge. (now who said its only girls with a sixth sense?) What he didn’t sense however was that he was my lab specimen on experiment: HOW AGUY HANDLES A VIBE.
Smiling mischievously, I made my way to him.
“Saw you staring at me…” I told him in a voice confident yet soft and gentle. He blushed.
“I’m sorry” he said staring down.
“Don’t be. I love a man who blushes.” I whispered seductively in his ear rubbing my bosom on him in the process. He blushed some more.
“And you’re very sexy” I added, biting his earlobe a little.
“W-what?” He stammered choking on his coke and blushing some more. I felt him stiffen and hold his breath. I smiled, inwardly.
“I said you’re very sexy…and you look like a good boy. I love good boys” I added , running a red-painted nail along his chest. I could feel his member already growing accustomed to my assault so I rubbed my knee in between his legs a little. He hissed in sweet agony, half shouting-half whispering a “people are staring!!!
Not giving a damn, I rolled my eyes but still stepped away making him a wonderful dare.
“Maybe we should go some place where no one can stare at us then?” I suggested with a lip smirk and he even blushed harder shoving his hands in his pockets to hide his excitement. I could see his member take over the brain thinking glands and that’s why his ‘no’ surprised me.
I gulped, wonder struck. Now this one was either too sentimental or worse a virgin!
“I was just joking…or was I?’ I asked trying to save face. He looked at me long and hard .When he spoke; it was a stern husky drawl that told me I had gone too far.
“Stop chewing your own lips”
I hadn’t even noticed I was doing that! I let my drop lip from in-between my lips as they rose into a seductive smile knowing I was now treading dangerous ground.
“Dude, you talking to me like that is getting me all hot inside and you just told me what to do. Jeez, I just want to tie you up and do you until you forget your name.” I pushed.
I leaned forward with my chest out forward deceitfully revealing my two gangling pair of pulp tits which of course were held upright by my bra.
”Y-you can’t say that!” He gasped, clutching his chest as he choked on his own saliva.
“Of course I can. I’m allowed to say what I think for now, I better be off before I rip you clothes off and you blow up blushing. Seduce you later.” I said, winking at him as I walked away.
“B-bye” he called after me.
“Later…” I called back, letting it linger…letting him know there was more.
