Memoirs of a Nympho

The radio was playing Maurice Kirya’s The Blue Dress Song. Halima was smoking mint blended with a soupcon of apple and a smidgen orange flavors off the stainless steel magnum shisha pot at the Legends. She took a deep gulp of the debonair, mellow smoke and let it out in segmented puffs. Komak watched her exhale suave wisps of grey smoke into the atmosphere and wondered what was more dangerous-smoking shisha or inhaling smoke that Halima elegantly blew out. Maurice Kirya was now singing the chorus to The Blue Dress Song
…So that's where I come in
She said she has a man at home
But she doesn't feel at home
In the house they call her home
Halima offered him a smoke but Komak politely declined. She took another draw at the hose grommet and smiled. As she exhaled another one of those grey clouds of scented smoke, she said, “ You see Komak” she hesitated before riposting “your name is Komak, right? Did I pronounce it right?” Komak responded to the affirmative with a gentle nod to his head as the premium brewed lager travelled down his throat giving him a warm sensation down his loins.
He took yet another sip off his fifth bottle of bell lager this evening as Halima continued to say “Some say love it is a river. And that it drowns the little goats as they drink. And some say love…” she coughed a couple of times and continued, “...it’s like a razor. And that it leaves your soul to bleed. And some say love, it is a hunger. An endless aching need…” She touched her left ear with her right hand and motioned to Komak. “ tell me, what do you think love is?” Komak reached for his bottle of bell but stopped midway and smiled at Halima, “I say, love is a Pain. A pain Halima. A pain that hurts so good” He leaned back and seemed to study Halima who momentarily took a pensive persona. “Huh” Halima hissed and seemed to have recuperated from a transient trance. She pointed back to Komak with her Shisha hose grommet while saying “I say love, it is a flower…” Dan smiled and hummed along with Maurice Kirya…
…The lovely lady is getting tipsy
She's telling me things that no man should know
But I'm a gentleman so I listen more
Alright anyway...
Halima feeling tipsy Indeed let the shisha hose grommet drop to the ground as she scuffled up on her feet. She took two wobbly steps and flopped on the seat right next to Komak. She was only a few inches from Komak and their knees touched. “It’s a pain huh?” She solicited as she ran a boisterous finger over his nose. She drew closer “ you sure it hurts so good Komak?” Komak, started to say, “Look here Halima, I don’t….” Halima had already wrapped her lips over his. This sudden kiss was magic. He felt like a ladybird flying high above a garden of roses and berries on a sweet, lazy, sunny, Sunday afternoon. The sweet wet scent of flavors between Halima’s craving lips gave the ladybird in his mind the magical flight wings. As the ladybird flew over the euphoric flower garden, he could see Halima in another light. She was the perfect beauty lost in a world of ultra beauty and sheer sexiness. He could tell her apart from the abundant beauty by her signature gait and epic smile. The DJ switched to another song with a couple of scratches on his tan table as Halima elevated herself and sat on Komak’s lap. She whispered between kisses, “ reach down your fly and slide it in” Komak’s eye lids flew open “What? Slide it what?” Halima changed her tone of voice “I said fuck me Pedro” Now completely disoriented, Komak queried, “what? Who is Pedro?” Halima held Komak’s face between both her hands and commanded, “Shut up bitch and fuck me” “Umm, ah…but, you see…it’s…” Komak stuttered. Still dazed, he heard another chic whisper in his right ear, “ are you scared Komak?” Shit he hissed! It was Sharon-Halima’s friend. Where did this bitch come from? He wondered. Halima and Sharon now worked in tandem. No one at Legends seemed to pay them any attention or rather that’s what it seemed like for the moment. The five bottles of bell had somehow blurred his judgment and all sense of raison d'être. Without any trouble, Sharon had whipped his erect manhood out of his pants and Halima was already steering his penis into her already soaked to the skin coochie. With imbalanced shares of fear and anxiety, he screamed, “Wait Bitches!!” But it was too late. Halima was already bouncing off his dick ecstatically. Sharon was kissing his neck and he loved the feeling but he also saw three police men approaching over Halima’s shoulders….