The right time sometimes doesn’t make great memories. The best moments in life are not planned.
This is not to say planning is bad, but sometimes we should leave room for spontaneity. Makes the memories more special.
This also applies to life. As much as it is necessary to make plans and set short and long term goals, there should be a place reserved for providence.
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Back to spontaneity, planning sometimes takes all the fun out of an experience. The other day Michael and I decided to go and spend the weekend with his uncle who lives on a farm outside of Lagos. We put a lot of planning into packing, buying, what we’re going to do, and places to visit.
On our first day at the farm, we were so exhausted we couldn’t go anywhere. After we refreshed up and had a sumptuous meal, we decided to stay back and enjoy the cool, fresh air.
The compound was quite big with lots of trees. We sat under one of the trees, enjoying the shade and clean air at the same time. Michael’s uncle had left briefly for the farm, which was at the back of the house.
As we sat enjoying the scenery, a naughty thought came to my head. I took Michael’s hand and put it in my pussy to feel my wetness. I had been horny since morning. He smiled. I raised my skirt and sat on Michael’s legs.
He caught on very fast. Without wasting time, he got his dick out of his pants and put it in-between my legs. I looked around briefly and slipped the dick inside my pussy. Then I started to move up and down, in and out. Using Michael’s legs as support, I bounced on the dick. His hands grabbed my breasts and squeezed as I continued to bounce. “Bounce on that dick baby,” he moaned. “I love this dick,” I replied.
I came still holding on tight to Michael’s legs. He came shortly afterwards too, squeezing my breasts tight. I turned around and gave him a wet kiss and deep kiss.
We heard voices and quickly disentangled. It was his uncle returning from the farm. I excused myself with the pretence that I needed to get something inside. I had to clean up.
Nothing like a sweet unplanned quickie to restore lost energy. Soon afterwards we took a stroll round the farm.
I was amazed at the size and different sections. From poultry to fishery, to livestock and even vegetables. Now I know why people run from the fast life in Lagos to come and relax in these slow and peaceful states.
I also realised that out there the ambience in these parts is so romantic. With the full moon and birds singing at night. No wonder people in these places tend to have lots of children. I don’t blame them.
Anyway, later that night we also made sweet love under the moonlight. I moaned so loudly…. The feeling was intense and new for me. It was like I was having sex after a very long time.
It’s safe to say we were like two rabbits on this trip, fucking at every opportunity and all the episodes were unplanned, by the way. We were not able to go to all the places we planned, but still I’m glad we made the trip.
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