Whatever Doesn’t Kill You Will Eat You Out & Make You Eggs In The Morning (Mr exodus part 2)

The second time Mr Exodus ate me out I almost passed out from euphoria. I felt like I had the world’s secret in between my legs. His tongue? omg. I never knew it could be that good. Actually after my first time I thought maybe I’m just one of those babes who doesn’t like receiving.

My first being eaten out was with Mr Exodus actually. After flirting for weeks on WhatsApp and seeing each other only in school in between classes we finally pangad everything. I prepped the field the best way I knew how. I ate pineapples for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I drank clove water, clove tea and literally finished an entire packet of cranberry juice in 2 days. And I HATE cranberry💀 But my friends and Beyoncé’s internet had said if you want your pussy to taste good that’s all the things you had to do. I don’t even know what “taste good” even means. Like did I expect it to taste like pineapples surely?😭

Anyways, the pussy eating day finally arrived and I was sooo excited. Finally when my friends are sharing their sexperiences I’ll know what they are talking about and if it was any better than self pleasure then sign me tf up.

As soon as he got to my place we didn’t even pretend to small talk. Small talk ya nini na najua kitu imemleta kwangu?😂 And everything was happening ridiculously fast. One minute his lips were on mine and the next my shorts were on the floor. I don’t even remember how we made it to the bedroom. Now pause lemme take you back to prepping.

In between the clove tea and the pineapples and the cranberry I went an extra mile in my research. Good student ninini😌 And in my findings (smut) I saw that you were supposed to grab his hair as a way to show that you’re into whatever it is he’s doing. Grab hair. Moan. Whimper. Cry if you’re a realllyy good student.

Okay back to Mr Exodus. After throwing me on the bed and getting rid of the underwear I had bought just for him (this man didn’t even take the time to take them off properly like the books said😔) So while he’s there performing his best work, all I’m thinking about is the amount of money I would have saved if I did not buy lingerie. Then i remembered I’m supposed to grab his hair…guys, he was bald. Like Bien bald😭

I panicked and grabbed the next best thing…his ears. Then I let go coz that image just looked funny in my head. Mind you, this entire time bado boyz ako kazi. And he was committed.

My mind was so far from that situation that I did what any other girl would do to make it end sooner, I FAKED. And I must have put on a stellar performance because the look on this man’s face after was of pure pride. Mimi nashangaa tu coz is this what people always go on and on about? Na serikali imenyamaza smh.

Anyways, I came to the conclusion that maybe receiving isn’t for me and I was okay with that. I still liked Mr Exodus though. If you ask me why, hata sijui. We used to run jn the same circles so one Friday evening after class we went to the club with our friends.

Small small shots of Konyagi(devils vomit) coz that’s the only thing we could afford in uni and common sense ikasema peace ✌️ After feeling each other up in the dark club AGAIN, tuliona wacha tufanyie ma 1-2 kwa nyumba.

Now, si niliwashow mimi foreplay is not for me and also I did not think that I’d be getting any action that night so I had worn really comfy undies (read unsexy). You know those cotton ones that cover the entire ass? Yes those ones. I only remembered I had worn those granny undies when we were stumbling, half drunk, fully horny to the bedroom. Chat, I didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed…this man consumed me to the motherfucking bone. And it felt sooo different as compared to the first time. Good different. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry or scream…or die. Death by orgasm isn’t so bad after all now that I think about it.

By the time he was done, I couldn’t even lift my head to properly prepare for bed. I was exhausted from coming all over his face🥰. Umewahi tafunwa hadi ukachoka?😭😭

Till this day I still believe it’s the Konyagi that made all the difference. I fell for him harder and faster of course. Umbwa mimi coz whatever doesn’t kill you will eat you out and make you eggs in the morning.