One last Round

It’s less than seven weeks to the end of the year, and somehow in some way, the year feels somewhat unfulfilling.
Some things seem undone but there are some blessings that are underrated. The blessing of life and good health, outside of which one can do nothing. So it will be ungrateful to say the year hasn’t been good. Over all, it has been a year of lessons for me. some were quite painful, difficult decisions had to be made because growth was necessary.
One of such necessary decisions was Kunle.
I started the year hopeful for connections and by the second day of the year I met Kunle at a rooftop party on the island. He seemed like my kind of person, apart from the fact that he was easy on the eyes, he had the kind of open mindedness that drew me close.

He is younger than I am: just the way I like them. He worked for a Fintech company when we met but he has moved on to do his own thing.
The first few months were a frenzy, we couldn’t get enough of each other’s company and body.
He lived in Victoria Island and I stay on the mainland but we saw each other several times a week, despite the distance.
But by the middle of the year though, it had become obvious that there wasn’t really much to hold on to. I wondered if it was the distance or it was never meant to last.
We struggled for several months. We both knew we should end things but neither of us wanted to be the bearer of bad news.
Last weekend, I decided to do the needful. I invited him over for dinner after work on Friday, it used to be our usual practice before things got sour.

I ordered our favorite Friday takeout and got a bottle of wine.
Kunle rang my door bell right on time. His timelines was one of the things that endeared me to him.
We shared a brief hug and I invited him in. After he had settled in, there was a brief uncomfortable silence while we sipped on the wine, but it was broken by the call of the delivery guy.
It seemed like we had both come to the realization that there wasn’t much to salvage here.

I brought in the packs and placed them beside Kunle. As I was dropping them he held me by the wrist and drew me close to him. I fell into him and our lips met, like in the Indian movies. The kiss was wet and deep. His tongue teased mine. It reminded me of the early days. My body sank into his and I felt his erection. He grabbed my boobs and squeezed softly, my nipples hardened to his touch.

He pulled off my blouse and my boobs sprang free. Kunle took both boobs in his hands and sucked them, making loud suckling sounds. I felt my pussy begin to water and I moaned softly. My hands moved softly and slowly on his thighs till I got between his legs. I undid his zipper and brought out his long and hard sugar stick. Getting on my knees, I took his dick in my mouth, sucking it like it was my favorite lollipop.
‘Suck it baby’ Kunle moaned. He held my head and pushed his dick down my throat. I took it all in and felt him tremble.

Not wanting him to cum in my mouth, I got up and led him to the bedroom. He laid on the bed and I climbed on him.
I straddled him and rode him to bliss. Twisting and turning, the sound of our bodies slapping on each other filled the air. He spanked my ass and called my name, telling me to ‘go faster’ My boobs bounced to the rhythm of my waist.
I called out his name and dug my fingers in his flesh as I came.
He turned me over, raising both my legs as he thrust into me like his life depended on it. I held both legs wide and moved with him. He strokes became faster and I felt his juice in me even before he gave a loud groan of release.

It was obvious we still had some chemistry going on but it was not enough to keep the relationship going.
When we had both freshened up and eaten dinner, I told him that was our last sex. He looked hard at me but didn’t argue, for that I was glad.
It was one of the few adjustments I had to make before the end of the year, and I was glad for it.

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