MONDAY MORNING BLITZ

MONDAY MORNING BLITZ

Usually, Monday has always turned out to be a day I consistently love to despised with all pleasure. Bestowed with the un-enviable privilege of being the first working day of the week, the arrival of a Monday morning ushers in the anxiety of how to go about your daily activities as far as your job is concern. In fact, Millions of people (irrespective of where they work or what they do) prefer to put in their utmost best, either reluctantly or otherwise on Mondays. This rigid Monday morning mentality by the people (especially in my country), affords me with no other option but to feel irritated whenever I’m closed to this somewhat Devil’s ordained day.

For the first time however, today appeared to be a far-cry from one of those common Mondays I had come to know over the years. I woke up quite lazily this morning and discovered to my amazement, a single tray filled with break-fast kindly placed on a three legged wooden stool beside my comfort zone. A little perturbed by this sudden manna from heaven before me, I felt none the less thrilled with the idea of enjoying my food (even though I never knew how it came about) without going through the hazards of preparing one myself. Besides, I needed no one to tell me how famished I was having slept on an empty stomach the previous day. In another 15 to 20 minutes, my hunger was completely satisfied. I stayed put on bed and relished the paradise moment being savoured, at least for the time being.

Have you ever been all by yourself in an empty room and wished you were getting laid by a lady of easy virtue? This, without mincing words, was actually what I wanted. Minutes after my free breakfast, I deliberately allowed myself to get annihilated by my own idle thoughts. Still naked underneath my bed cover, the growing hardness of my penis became inevitable. Eight months had elapsed since I last slept with a daughter of Eve. At that instant, I knew I could no longer endure the biting temptation welling up inside of me. It became obvious that I was in dire need of an opposite companion. As if in answer to my supposed prayer, I heard two quick knocks on the front door. Without waiting for my permission, the door was sharply swung open and to my pleasant surprise, it was the lady living next door. For a moment, she stood there with an infectious smile gently placed on her round shaped pimpled face. Wearing an old over-all dark blouse that barely reached her knees, and holding a cell phone on her right hand, she quietly enquired if I had a ‘Desk-Top Charger,’ used in powering up mobile phones batteries. Knowing fully well her eagle eyes must have spotted the device lying openly at the far corner of the bed, I un-hesitantly made her to understand that she had indeed come to the right place. Being well schooled herself in the art of sexual seduction, I guessed she instinctively knew the exact motive for my rendering her an early Monday morning favour could be. Trying not to dwell on what might be going through in her mind, I ordered her to come in. With her left hand still clutching firmly to the door knob, she casually shut the door behind her and unwillingly took four quick strides towards my bed side. Unable to quench the lustful flame that was tearing me apart, I hurriedly implored her to make herself comfortable. Seeing there were no seats available in the room, she reluctantly planted herself on the same bed before asking for what she had purposely came for. Having changed my sitting position to a more suitable angle facing her, thereby bracing up for what could be described as another chance in a life time, I ignored her request and roughly took her hand in mine instead.

“What took you so long?” I asked huskily.

“I’m quite busy these days.” She replied. “Let me have the Desk-Top.”

“Wait……” I said, trying to put words together, owing to my hidden excitement. Taking the full hold of her fore-arm, I gently forced her down (without her resistance) unto the bed surface.

“I’m busy.” She protested weakly. Preferring not to waste an inch of a second, I quickly placed my naked left leg on her hips and held her tight like a prize not wanting to let her go for anything. We clung together as if in one piece, giving each other the full dosage of our mouthfuls. Therefore, for the next two minutes, we were just French-kissing. Acting out on impulse, (in the midst of the intense pleasure of the moment), she involuntarily grabbed my erected manhood and began to squeezed it gently. In turn, I carelessly lifted up her blouse and behold, her full nakedness came into view. What actually caught my eyes were her hardened pointed breasts. Squeezing each part as if my life depended on it, I silently wished that this ungodly Monday morning adventure would last forever. Submerged in the excitement of the moment, she inserted my ‘John Thomas’ into her wet thick bushy womanhood. Like a hot knife piercing through a margarine, my ‘John Thomas’ slipped inside her wide vagina with so much ease. She then went on to assumed her full control on top of me and began to glide her waist up and down, then side to side in a slow and steady rhythmic fashion. Under her, my lust for this dark angel before me became over-bearing. I wanted to die for her! Hypnotized by her erotic madness, I also began to twist my waist underneath hers, trying to meet up to her standard. But she was miles ahead in the game of sexuality. To put it mildly, she screwed the hell out of me. It was therefore no surprise that my ejaculation came in torrents and not without a cry of sweet-pain from my deep moaning voice.

Soon after, we both lain silently on the bed gasping for breath from the journey we had just under-took. Without uttering a word, she later gathered herself from the ‘now dampened bed’ and calmly reached out for my ‘Desk-Top Charger’ on the bed’s top corner, before taking her leave. Leaving me to reminiscent on what had transpired between us.

The early morning breakfast, coupled with the sexual healing, had made it imperative for me to described the Monday morning blitz as sheer fantasy in every sense of the word. Like Oliver Twist; “I wanted more!”