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pussy my breath took on sound and I stuttered a moan.
    Daudi’s hands kneading my ass onto his dick got more vigorous as the final convulsion of orgasm swept me to lower to his chest, allowing our nipples to play a sticky form of tag. As my entire body quivered, he pounded and purred in perfect rhythm, “I’ve got you, Bwana, I’ve got you.”
    I felt his familiar rising moan with my chin at the base of his neck, and he got louder as he came in me in short thrusts
of his thick, warm fluid. I relaxed into a full collapse on his chest and measured his racing heart with my sternum while he circled my dripping back with his arms.
    As we lay, I nearly felt the commencing first storm of the rainy season as the tapping-thud of heavy raindrops rose to rapid-fire thunder on the balcony outside our door. The rain simultaneously washed away sunset, the stench of the trash, and the conflict of my philandering thoughts. Another tapping rhythm—one-two-three—brought on evening in Kampala, as I listened to the rise of Daudi’s soft snore.

Kai Does Red…Again
    Kiini Ibura Salaam
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    Kai felt a hand nudge her in the small of her back. She turned to see Red standing there, grinning like a jack-o’-lantern, a Cheshire cat, or anything with more teeth than mouth. She smiled, then looked away, knowing he would want to know where was that phone call she had promised him when he was deep inside her making her gasp for breath and hold down the sounds that she knew would wake her roommates. Over his shoulder, she could see the bodies humping and jerking on the dance floor. He waited silently as she pushed her hair back and fastened her eyes on his chest. She felt him searching her face for answers as her eyes wandered down his body, stopping finally at his feet.
    â€œLook at those shoes,” she said.
    â€œD’ya like them? They’re so comfortable,” he said, eyes pleading, mouth still cracked in two.
    â€œThey’re kind of strange,” she said and paused. Her gaze left the shoes, ran up his legs, and hovered over the flat brown stomach peeking out beneath his shirt. “But I like your pants.”

    â€œMy shoes, my pants. Woman, is that all you have to say?”
    Kai threw a darting glance into the expectation hovering over his face, then tilted her face up to the ceiling. She shrugged her shoulders and shifted uncomfortably. He continued grinning. She could feel his energy reaching for her, could feel the tension radiating from his body. She leaned back and rested her hip against the bar. A skinny, glossy girl with a lit cigarette and an overflowing cosmopolitan wedged her way between them. Red grabbed Kai by the waist as soon as the girl had slithered past. His hands on her waist were solid and confident, as they had been when he was dragging her across her futon, lifting her knees, spreading her open, guiding her into one position after another. Kai obeyed the pressure of Red’s hands and squeezed through the sweaty crowd. Situating herself in a quiet corner near the restroom, she turned to face Red with crossed arms and raised eyebrows.
    â€œTalk to me,” Red said.
    Kai looked straight into his eyes and said nothing. How do you tell a man his dick is sweet but you don’t quite like the rest of him? A smirk slipped over her lips as her mind maniacally worked through phrases and explanations.
    â€œKai,” Red said.
    Kai snapped out of her thoughts and focused on Red again. His dark chocolate skin, his glimmering eyes, his wide grin, the disarming energy that overwhelmed her—all threatened to swallow her whole.
    â€œListen, what happened last week was good, but it was… totally…unexpected, and I thought I’d just let it ride.”
    The words came slowly, in hesitant spurts, then tumbled out in a quick jumble of words.
    â€œWhat do you mean, let it ride?” Red asked, gently hooking his finger into the front