Sex with my Penn Station Crush

Yup! ‘Yawl’ read right. Sex with my Penn Station Crush! Only 6 of you voted on my poll on what I shld do asper my Crush. ONLY 6 of you guys!!! :(:(

Anyway, I’ve been seeing this Crush of mine at the train station. In fact I see him on the bus to Penn Station ALL the time.

Let me describe Penn Station- about 6”3, dark, slim built & buff. And his ass- OMD his ass has a life of its own- talking to me, teasing me, daring me, and putting thoughts in my head. He’s soft spoken, shy, quiet and the total opposite of Uncle Doc- which isn’t a great thing. But if I had to choose between that and Uncle Doc’s chatty self- I’ll choose Penn Station.

So how do I know all this? Well I summoned up the courage and said hi and that I always see him on the bus/station. Yes o- I said hi cos dude for some reason always looked straight each time he saw me- making me feel invincible. When I said hi, he gave me a very warm smile and asked for my name and nationality. I could have sworn he was Nigerian but he’s from Senegal (people from Senegal- what are they called?). When he told me his nationality I was like………eeemmm…..okaaaaay?! But I thought eff it- I’ll go for it. Let me be open-minded. Well since I initiated the conversation, I decided to end it. Fast forward, we meet on the bus again, get off at the station and he asks- Do you work at UBS? I’m like omd, how do u know that? He smiles and just says he too works at UBS. OMD, what a coincidence n’it?!! He apparently works at a different office but his group will be moving to my building Q109. OMDx3!!!! Now how did he know I worked at UBS? Well according to him he got a vision. Lol!!! According to me, he must have seen my id during our numerous bus rides together. In fact, I know he did. Lol.

To fast forward to the nukie bit. As you might know we just had Thanksgiving Day here. So from our email conversations, PennS invited me over- he was gonna cook. Me-Awoof dey run belle; I too like food. Plus when I said yes- my hormones were in top gear. (Living a nukie free life does things to your mind and thoughts. God help me!!) But I did go to his place. I watched him make dinner for me. I watched him serve me; and THAT is how I know all this. Dude is sexy as HELL!!!! (Sorry Sexy-T. lol!!!).

So yeh after eating, he asked me to come into the room with him. My heart skipped a beat and my legs betrayed me and I followed. My eyes sent images to my head as he led the way. He plays a DVD, and I sit on the bed. He gets underneath the covers, I kinda get underneath the covers and at the same time sitting- half watching the movie and half watching him. He stroked me hand and then held it. I froze!! He made his move. My shy Senegalese Crush made a move!!!! The sex was……………OMD!!!! It was out of this world…………according to my imagination. IMAGINATION!!!! Lol!!! Na yam? Dat na how man dey collect nukie? Nukie ko, gbensh ni. When my PennS made the move, I immediately packed my luggage, called a cab and fled!!!!! Yes, I fled like a lightening bolt.

My fellow Bloggers, tell me you’re proud of me. Tell me that you’re proud that despite the fact with hormones raging in the presence of a guy I’m MADLY attracted to, I was able to flee from such acts- nukie. I stuck to my celibacy/abstinence. Do tell me you’re proud of me.

And OMD, did I tell you guys how HOTT he is??!!!! Lol! God help me!

P.s. He paid for my cab. In this credit crunch America, man still get sense like dat?