Dark black hair framing his beautiful face finished with full luscious lips
I made my way to the cafe and entered where I saw a bunch of sexy punda boys and found a kiti, kiti cha as the socializing began. I met one who was gay , one who had a drinking problem , one who couldn't stop talking , one obsessed with his ex , one who had a lovely body but ugly as hell , and a lesbian. I was ready to leave until one cutie stood out from the rest "Excuse me , wewe need help." I looked up slowly from my phone and saw a tall , slim but sexy young man , milky white skin with cream face complection , round face complemented with a cleft chin , dark black hair framing his beautiful face , finished with nice and full luscious lips. I stumbled upon the sexiest man alive "You asked me if I needed help? Oh no , but thank wewe though." He smiled then alisema "I can tell you're not too fond of men." He alisema as he took off his glasses as I chuckled nervously "Not really. But I'm Nesha and wewe are?" I shook his hand as he laughed "I'm Michael." We were having a great conversation with each other. He was so beautiful and polite. Overlooking the fact that he's a dreamboat and sexy , he was my material. Everything he alisema , I heard and watched his lips and started licking mine "Are wewe free anytime soon." He alisema as I stepped out of fantasyland "Yeah , why wewe ask pretty boy?" Michael blushed and looked not even a siku old "Because I wanted to call wewe after the lovely conversation with the most beautiful young woman in front of me." He smiled at me as I blushed. We exchanged phone numbers and left.
I drove to my house and called my auntie Isis and told her about Michael and she chuckled "Seems like wewe like this Michael character." My body flushed warm and I blushed "I don't like him I just think he's a nice guy whose sexy." I used that excuse but she caught my bluff "You don't like him , but wewe called him sexy. Ok I'm hanging up. Bye." Isis hung up fast as I put the house phone on the hook. I was bouncing up and down with joy because I was so happy that I met Michael. He was the first and only good part of my morning. I walked into the jikoni and made me a cup of coffee while I played some Marvin Gaye and danced around the house. I was kusoma the newspaper when someone knocked on my door "Who is it?" I asked as a soft voice answered "Maintenance!" The voice was recognizable , I opened the door "The gorgeous-I mean sink keeps leaking and making a big mess." He was too gorgeous. He lifted up the brim of his baseball cap, herufi kubwa to onyesha his face , it was Michael "Oh God , I'm sorry if I surprised you." He alisema , I was stunned "That's ok , I didn't know wewe worked as maintenance. Could wewe fix the leak?" I asked as he put the most sexiest smile on his gorgeous face "Yeah. Unless there's others that have to be fixed." Michael winked as I smiled a sexual smile. He had a dirty side to him. I upendo that , it turned me on. He went into the bathroom and started fixing the leak. Michael's body was so sexy. His punda was so tight and sexy , his back strong and big , his triceps so strong and manly , he had big hands which he made look sexy. When he started fixing the leak and to me , it looked like he was getting ready to make love. The way he felt the pipes with his big hands , when he grunted , I thought of him making hard love. That's how sexy he was. When he was done I thanked him "No problem. Call whenever wewe need me to fix anything." He insisted as I rewarded him with a kiss on his cheek. Michael blushed "Wow thank you." He was too cute. He left and I had butterflies in my stomach. No one made me feel this way , not when I first met them. He was perfect. Just perfect and beautiful inside and out. Especially out. I can't wait until I see him again.
I went back to kusoma the newspaper and saw a wanted ad that alisema 'WANTED:Michael Jackson Crime:Murder' it gave a description of how he looked and a picture. It was him. Now the butterflies suffocated and few of them died but some lived. I was mixed in emotions : happy , scared , denial , but the one ujumla, jumla was love. It's probably the hangover talking but it's still upendo whispering in my ear. Michael was a criminal. And I loved him. I hid the newspaper under my kitanda and prayed to God that he's not what the public thinks he is. I upendo this man so much. I loved him too much for him to kill someone. I just want him to kill the emptiness in my heart. Michael is too cute to be in jail.
I was so attracted to the fact that he's a criminal though. The way he was built and fit. No wonder why he was so attractive. He was a dangerous boy , and I loved it.
