"How about we make this love thing real, yeah?"~Qaphela Makhathini.
In this fleeting span of mortal existence, Ayize and Qaphela are graciously granted another opportunity to love each other. However, circumstances don't appear to be as delightfu...
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"𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙺 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃," I mumble as soon as Qaphela brings the car to a halt. Chuckling, he draws my hand to his lips. We're now outside my place, at exactly 6 AM dawn.
"What exactly are you thanking me for?" he jests.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Anyways, I have to be at work in an hour," I say in between giggles.
"Khululeka, I'll release you now. So, when are you informing that boy that whatever you two had is now over?"
"It's not that easy Qaphela," I mumble. He doesn't move but still has his iris fixated on me. He is so damn gorgeous that I can never get used to how those high cheekbones and hard-honed features are just so artsy.
"You're bullshiting me right?" The sound of his voice creates a cadence for the flower in between my legs.
"Qaphela I—" He immediately interjects. "You what Ayize? I'm not going to let you play with my heart. It's either me or that boy, you choose. And for your sake I hope you aren't second guessing whatever we have going on bec— You know what Ayize, do you." He speaks, sparing me no glance.
Accompanied by a defeated sigh, I unbuckle my seatbelt. "I love you, just so you know." I peck his cheek after that. He doesn't respond to my touch at all, only clenching his dentition.
Immediately when I shut the passenger door he speeds off, burning the rubber off his tires. Sigh.
When I walk inside my house, I am welcomed by a mewl of pleasure and sexual sounds filling up the entire space. Okay, weird. I follow the sound that leads me towards my guest bedroom or better yet, Nanga's room. I find her door slightly open and I freeze.
Instantly, I become a statuette upon seeing a fellow sister placing her lips gently on my sister's neck as she begins to lick and nibble lightly. The woman has insanely gorgeous facial features with immaculate skin. Her locs are perfect, accessorised with cowry shells and other colourful beads. Her light brown skin looks very smooth as though she bathes with milk and honey. She exudes mystic feminine energy, some other level of queerness.
Nangamso unwillingly lets out a loud moan and the other woman with beautiful skin increases the pressure on her neck, I stand there static whilst watching the perfection of their bodies moving together like a sensual dance. Foreign sensations are reawakened all over my body. Dang! Now I want to call Qaphela.
I gasp softly seeing the woman thrust her fingers inside my little sister's temple in between her legs. Thrusting, two and finally three fingers inside her flower, Nanga moans loudly throwing her head back. She whines in pleasure as the woman in smooth skin slides her fingers inside her while glorifying her swollen bean with her tongue by sucking, licking and biting.
Having seen way too much, I turn around to walk away from this...situation. I immediately stop on my tracks when the woman speaks out, startling me with her infectious voice.
