ARDENT DESIRES

We land at a very small, unfamiliar airport. However, this place isn't unfamiliar after all. I take in a good amount of fresh air. The coast is always cool, icy, and baking hot. I would be shivering right now if I were back in Nairobi or somewhere else in this country, but that is not the case here. I'm not saying that I am sweating at this wee hour of what feels like a fearful night, but the cold is manageable. If I were used to this kind of short, sexy attire, I probably would not be feeling any cold.

Alighting from the flight, my knight in shining armor holds my hand tight, locking our fingers together like a couple that just concluded, saying, "I do.". He leads me to a white Lamborghini in waiting, and holds the door for me to get in, and matches to the other side after making sure I am comfortably settled in. He hops in, sitting so close to me as if he is afraid I might disappear in the thin air, and the engine starts. Where to go? I have no idea. Maybe to a restaurant? They have branches here, too. Or his house, perhaps? I can't forget the day he took me there. Should I ask just to be sure? I don't think so. He would have told me if he wanted to. I let his hand wander on my bare thigh and opted for a distraction because I knew how these seductive gestures of his affected me.

I decide to get lost in the beauty of this unfamiliar, beautiful street in Mombasa. The lights are shining above the tall, beautiful buildings, making the night so bright. The roads are busy and congested with cars and pedestrians. Everyone is busy with their end-of-day businesses, and the shops are flooding with people. It's seven at night, and people are still walking carefree with vests, camisoles, and shorts. Such is life here.

We take a right turn. I am still not familiar with this new street either, so I keep myself busy outside. Like I said, the coastal region is always known for its high temperatures. Having a steaming hot guy this close to me in a Lamborghini full of this alluring scent is making the atmosphere too hot for me. Too hot, to the point that the heat is beginning to suffocate me. It's so deep, and him—he is like a call for sin right now, and the worst part is, I hate this feeling as much as I love it.

I want to resist it and taste it at the same time. I want to push him away and pull him closer all the same. His hot breath is landing behind my right ear, spreading all the way to my sensitive neck skin and making my hair rise. He should know that I am holding my breath, because if I release it, I'm afraid it will come out as a loud moan to justify what he is doing to me. I don't know how long I can hold it or how long I can stand him like this.

I use my left arm to cover the spot on my neck where his breath is bathing me, hoping that it will help, and it does, but only for a second before a very wet, soft kiss on the most delicate spot behind my ear scatters my cool. I close my eyes, holding tight to my seat belt. I slide a little deep into the seat, and he takes the chance to sneak his hand under my dress, igniting fire from within my body, and the other one around my neck. I turned my face away from him, but that was a very bad move because he now has full access to delicate spots. A kiss on the side of my neck sets every cell in me ablaze. Everything seems to be melting down very fast. I can feel the screeching sound of my bones as the flames of fire cut through them. The back of my waist is burning, and my lower belly feels so tight. I closed one leg over the other, and I thought I had my hand holding onto the safety belt, but it was actually not the belt. It's Deep's jeans that I am holding on to. As a matter of fact, I don't remember having a safety belt on. Smirk at that!

"Dee...aah!" I was making a call to stop this sweet insanity, but he had already beaten me to it with his call of seduction. The call to sweet sin. Irresistible sin. The invitation calls to the sweet world of sin and pleasure. I don't know where this Lamborghini is driving us, but I know our needy bodies are driving us into a journey of hot desires, ardent unquenched thirsts, and sweet irresistible lusts. You can't drive to two destinations at the same time. You need to arrive at one and then proceed to the next one. In our case, our feelings are far too strong. This trip to meet our crazy needs is much more pressing. Our desires are consuming us. The heat is too much. The dinner has to wait while we first tend to our most urgent needs.

As if reading my mind, the car stops, and I don't care to open my eyes to see where. My short dress has ridden far up, but I don't think I care anymore. It's the two of us at the back of this car. Me and my sweet Deep. My temptation. My sweet sin. My Greek god and knight in shining armor. My crush! My desire! He might as well be my death. Our lustful eyes meet, but we don't give them time to negotiate the deal, or maybe we understand their language that fast. We seal our lips, diving in so deep, taking time to savor the sweet taste of our mouths, gauging the intensity of our desires, and understanding the boundaries between our wants and needs. Do we still have bounds? I doubt.