KONJI IN A NO-SEX-BEFORE-MARRIAGE RELATIONSHIP. PT2

I'm not gay, never have been and never will be. My third leg, aka dangling organ is not a newbie when it comes to, youknowwhat. In what I choose to describe as very active services, said 'member' has gone into places moist with pleasure. You'd think celibacy is a cake-walk until you're in my shoes dating a girl as Imose, one who is abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous. I know, I know some fellas would be like, "Damn, look at the babe this guy is steadily having regular sex with. What a glorious experience it must be for him! Certainly, he's among the fortunate ones." Funny thing is: those guys and I are in the same boat; fellows united by imagination. Imose's condition for agreeing to be my girlfriend feels almost like partial retiring a soldier who has fallen completely in love with war and has made the battlefield his playground. Don't get me wrong, I genuinely like Imose. Maybe that was the reason I didn't disappear when she mouthed, "I will be your girlfriend only if you agree to the condition of no sex until marriage". Now, I wonder, truly wonder what intimacy looks like in a no-sex-before-marriage relationship. What would attraction stand on when the coital benefits are reserved for a sometime-in-the-future era, and that's if I happen to graduate into husband status. Why are these questions rolling out other questions, prime of which is, what do I want from her? What do I want with her? Come to think of it, what does a serious relationship look like? Not the kind two consenting adults slap a label on just to keep having regular sex because, of course, konji is a prime factor many "relationships" aren't dead. Back to me and how I began with the talk about me not being gay and what not, well, it turns out even Imose herself is one of the weapons fashioned against that no sex kini because why is she walking around in my house with nothing but my t-shirt and what I imagine is her panties Don't crucify her just yet. It's nighttime and both to my delight and torture, she is sleeping over. I kid you not, the kind of hard-on I had that night was impossible to suppress. My boxer briefs did a shabby job at hiding the urge now a missile powered by ribbons of veins ready to be shot, the great plunge into a pink pit of pleasure. It was supposed to be an innocent cuddle and nothing more. But her body on mine caused a rush of heat, heat that brought my body that was tired from the day's work back to life. Heat that made blood rush down south to wake up a sleeping dog, and like the movies, what was a tiny weeny few minutes before stretched to its fullest capacity. Embarrassment was what I felt because that sight made a liar of me, the same person who agreed to no sex. She felt it first before she saw it because we were in a spoon position with her back on my check and very soft behinds inches away from my nether region. That incident, I am certain, made her internal alarm go off because the way she jumped to put distance between her and me was both funny and embarrassing. My younger self, I am sure, would be so disappointed that I chose to stay, even with zing of electricity that almost always jolts through my veins whenever I am with Imose, a strong tell of how alive my need for her has been, even with the countless times konji came and went unattended to, I don't budge. I guess this is what it means to like someone truly and not for whatever perks waiting on the other side of their acceptance. So yes, a no-sex-before-marriage relationship, though a tough nut to crack, is a silent teacher that intimacy can go deeper than 9 inches and the heart can indeed be full in many other ways.

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