" But why come to Africa then?" wondered Albert. "I don't see the connection. Although this continent is famous for many things, poetry is, unfortunat...ly, not one of them." Nor, he almost added, was 'sex poetry'."Well, I struggled for weeks, months. I had poetry commissions that I couldn't deliver. My work of sonnets, Lonely as a Cloud, was just getting nowhere. The words just weren't coming. I would imagine a sex scene or an erotic incident, but I wasn't able to capture its essence. What I did. His skin was hot under my hand as I slowly stroked him.I knew my passion was out of control when I found myself wondering what it would be like to put my mouth on his cock. How would it feel? I wondered if I could make him feel how he was making me feel. I had a strong urge to take him in my mouth.Almost compulsively and without another thought about what I was doing; the line I was crossing, I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock in. It was hot on my tongue. When I closed my lips. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you at dinner," he told Hildy as they were walking up the stairs."It's okay," she said. "I didn't want you to make a scene, but in a way, I'm almost glad that you did. Just promise me you won't do it again on the dance floor." It wouldn't be possible. The band will be too loud. No one would be able to hear anything, no matter what is said." Just for being bad, I'm going to make you dance two more dances before we go back to your apartment," Hildy said."I'm not a very. Steven arrived first. Looking around the room he didn't’t see Lyndsey yet, so he went and got himself a beer. He took a seat facing the door so he could see when she got there.After 5 minutes she walked in. Wearing a low cut red top that showed off her amazing tits, she headed to the bar. As she ordered her white wine, Steven approached the bar and told the barman he would get this. Turning to face him, she smiled and politely thanked him. They told each other their names and started to make.