I have been thinking about replacing my mattress for sometime now. Lakini the rate at which people are buying new mattresses, I don’t want the public to think that the kind of theatrics I have had in here has reduced the mattress gradually to the size of a tongue. No it is still new.
This is the 4th year, during which it has been privileged to see more women naked than I have. Don’t get me wrong. You see, when you are a bachelor, even married friends occasionally use your bedroom for short term bonding with their illegal women. I cannot complain because some of the ladies agree to come again, to also serve me for being a good host the first time, making it a win-win situation
My once stable bed has been a platform for panel beating, servicing the small, medium, and mature coomers. It has been a cocktail of erotic sexual orgies, leaving my bedroom with the sickly smell of the old Eastleigh town.
Now that crush has agreed to see me privately this coming weekend, I will get a new mattress and bedding. I don’t want her to know that her best friend Phoebe has been a casualty of this same bed. Phoebe’s Somali spray has had it’s fair share of my bedroom’s theme since she visited 3weeks ago. I wonder what they use to make that spray.