Khwezikazi.
"Can you help me shave ?"
I ask him as I move out of the bathroom with a shaver in my hand and I stand at the door and he stares up at me from his laptop.
"I can't see beyond this big belly..."
"Do you have a booty call ?"
He asks as he places his laptop at his side and he stands up from the bed and I smile at his question.
"Maybe... is that a problem ?"
"No not at all just so long as you both use protection?"
He says as he takes my shaver and he leads me to the end of the bed.
"So you don't care if I am sleeping with somebody just so long as we're using protection?"
I ask because I am struggling to find understanding in what he's just said, I mean sure I've done it before countless of times but doesn't he care if i might be sleeping with somebody else now ?
I sit on the bed and I stare up at him as he stares down at me and he goes quiet and he tilts his head.
"I was being sarcastic, of course I care."
He says with straight face. Of all the man my family decided to marry of me to they gave me the neuro divergent one.
One thing that I've learned about Sanele lately is that there are moments where he's literally a blank mind, no emotion, no reaction, you can physically see his numbness and I am only seeing this because he's being open about his Bipolar.
And i am honestly still trying to adjust.
"Oh..."
I say and I see a small very light smirk play on his lips when he sees the slight relief on my face and he comes to my level.
"Do you have a booty call that I should know about ?"
"Not anymore."
I say as I lie on my back with my head on the pillow that he put out for me and I raise his t shirt that I am wearing up and over my belly and I stare up exposing my now bushy vagina to him.
"So what do you do when you have an itch to scratch, I hear pregnant women get a lot of those ?"
He asks as he gives my thigh a slight but heavy tap for me to open up and I do it immediately due to muscle memory and it causes a whole flood of memories of when he used to give me more than just taps as an indication for me to open up for him nd lord did i open these legs all the way up for that man.
Mmhm, mmhm, mmhm.
"I have my silver bullet."
I say.
"Your going to scare my son."
"It's his fault that I am always horny Sanele, I can't control it."
"You've always had high libido Khwezi, let's not blame him, please."
He says and I go quiet as I stare up at the ceiling and I listen to the slight buzz of the trimmer go off.
"Well I didn't do this to myself alone Sanele..."
"So what are you trying to say ?"
He asks as he turns of the trimmer and he peaks at me.
How do I ask for dick, without asking for dick ?
"I can't scratch my itch anymore because my belly is in the way, and I can't consider looking for a sex partner for obvious reasons, nobody wants to have sex with a pregnant lady."
I hint.
Because I need sex bandla, real sex not self service all the time.
"So let me get this straight ... you do have an itch and you want it scratched."
