Elvis’ Diary: My Valentine

Elvis Diary

My valentine diaryπŸ˜™

So I was going out to get a charger for my phone, I wanted to take a bike, but the bike man did not have #1000 change. So I decided to walk all along.

I got to a corner, I saw this lady sobbing, I wanted to pass by, but my good spirit would never allow me. She is of tall height and a figure like Coca-Cola bottle, she is dark and her long flowy hair covered a part of her face. I asked her what’s wrong, she didn’t answer nor looked up, I felt stupid, I wanted to leave but I changed my mind. I asked again what’s wrong, I mustered courage and held her hair, pulled it back in the way just as you see in Bollywood movies, with my thumb rubbing the drop of tears in her left eye, raising her head up all in one move but she couldn’t talk, all I could see in her face was pain. I hated myself immediately for ever stopping to enquire what was wrong with herπŸ˜•. I hate seeing female folks in pain. I pulled her up and placed her head on my neck, she is “tall” I patted her on the back. I asked her where she resides, she managed to mutter something I couldn’t comprehend till after thought. The place is just a stone throw to where I met her. I practically dragged her, and petting her as well, I told her not to cause anything that can divert attention to us. She sniffed and locked up.

Later, I got her to her room, laid her on her bed. The room was smelling very nicely, the room is very sophisticated and well arranged. Her touch of colors is very lovely, ranging from the wall to cotton and wallpaper. I then asked what happened, she was babbling some things I couldn’t process. I decided to play NF music on my phone for her. She was loving it and getting emotional. All again. I was thinking of what to do, when she just embraced me all of a sudden and started shedding tears on my back. I got confused. Emotions left me stupid. πŸ˜ͺ

I somehow shifted to Brymo’s songs, she pointed at a table, and I saw a bottle she asked me to get for her. It was a bottle of liquor, she down it in a gulp, I was still in shock when I noticed her going to the bathroom. I think this is the best time to leave the place, but I felt I needed to make sure she is fine, and prolly know the cause of her pains.

She got out after five minutes of shower with only a towel on her body, I swallowed, considering the fact that she is endowed, and that is the closest I have seen a woman close to nude. I looked away and swallowed again. Then I heard my name, ‘Elvis’. I was shocked. I told her I didn’t remember us doing any kind of introduction or formalities. She said you are even more confused than I am, your name is boldly inscribed at the back of your dress.
I felt stupid once more. I told her I think I would take my leave. She should try and sleep. She hugged me again and her towel was already dropping, accompanied with a passionate kiss, I was still in my stupefied mood, the popping succulent b**bs was not helping matter, her dark areola was getting visible as the towel kept dropping… I felt Elvis grow.

I was about to hold her waist for further actions when Peter woke me to ask if I am still going to school or not. I couldn’t see the purple colored room, I couldn’t see the king-size bed, but I touched my lips was still having some sensations from the kiss, I could taste her lips in mouth, infact I could taste the liquor she drank in my mouth. πŸ˜ͺ😩 I feel like swearing for Peter. Life of a guy living as a single. 😭😭
How did your day go?πŸ€”

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