1. A Night in Nairobi


    Date: 10/10/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: ahgoudie, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    voice. “I have a nice flat in Docklands and drive an exquisite Merc. I of course get the eye from men whenever I stop at the lights. I always drive wearing a headscarf. It’s less revealing. When I turn round to look at them their reaction is so predictable. First surprise, or astonishment, then the quick and inevitable change to pity or worse. I can almost hear little wheels turning inside their tiny little minds. “Oh my God. What’s an ugly bitch like that doing driving a new SL 500?”” “I should be innured to it by now. I’m bloody thirty two. But,” Milly paused, “it still fucking,” and she positively spat the f-word out, “hurts. It fucking hurts.” Milly paused for a moment, and for the first time glanced over to at Mex. She reached up and took his dying cigarette from between his fingers. She inspected it closely before taking a long slow drag. She exhaled slowly from those small pursed lips. “I don’t usually,” she said almost conspiratorially, “but, by God, I really needed that.” She leant over Mex to stub out the cigarette. The folds of the mosquito net defeated her and Mex took the smouldering stub from her and did the needful. Milly lay back and folded her arms under that remarkable bosom. She looked thoughtful. “I was never,” she continued after a moment or two, “very literary at school. I never had much time for the Brontes, Jane Austen and all that bookish crap. I much preferred science and maths. There is something quite wonderful about the elegance and symmetry of ...
    physics and mathematics. The satisfaction of proving a tricky identity. The neat and elegant proof of a theorem. I loved it, and was actually rather good at it. I still am. I have a very good first in maths from Cambridge.” Mex glanced across at her. “Jesus H Christ,” he thought. “Here I am, lying in bed with this amazing women, with whom I have just had about the best screw of my exceedingly active life, and here she is wittering on about the elegance, would you believe, of effing mathematics.” He held his peace. “I have to tell you,” Milly went on, “that I’m bisexual. Don’t get me wrong Mex, I’m no lesbian. But, you do have to admit, in your heart of hearts, that I’m unlikely to have been pursued by hordes of good looking red-blooded males. But, as I think I said earlier, I am a women. A women with aspirations, desires, wants and wishes like every other good-looking broad in this goddamned, unfair world. I have, as you now know, been blessed with a figure many women would kill for. I have also been cursed with quite the plainest face on the planet.” Mex leaned back, absolutely enthralled by this outpouring, this, and it seemed no less, this statement that, he began to think, Milly had been rehearsing for years, probably several years. Milly continued, “I don’t often dress as I did this evening. I had a hot and uncomfortable couple of days on the train up from Mombasa. I arrived sweaty and dirty, absolutely dying for a bath. I got a shower. Pulling a man was quite the last ...
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