One Night Stand Child

I regret every single minute, but what else can I do. We met at this party one rainy summer; she was stunning and absolutely gorgeous, slim body and a very curvious body to sapliment it all. We were both tired of sitting inside I went outside to take some two puffs from my camel, there she was, leaning against a fencing wall, sipping her red wine lazily as if she was not in any form of a hurry. Why would she! the night was still young. We ended up talking and chatting about everything under the dark night. I guess I was also tipsy because I normally don't open up to strangers like that.

There was a one nice song playing, we could clearly hear it from where we were standing, she asked me if we could dance to that song as it was one of her favourates, who would say no to a beauty like that. Eager to please the lady I humbly agreed to her demand and danced the night away. We were so close I could hear her heart beating and hummering against my own chest. Her breath, sweeping warmly against my neck was good enough to melt my already swealling p!nis. I do not know how it all came to be, but we were now kissing each other hungrily towards the end of the song. One thing let to another, untill we found ourselves in the backseat of my car doing what male and female do well. F*cking.

No condom. You heard me right, there was no condom. They are scarce in most quickies you know. All I can say is I never saw her after the pary until a friend (our party host) called me in December saying there was something he needs to tell me.

Tsoa ka tsona abuti,what a skilled writer u are

Khomokholo wrote:

I regret every single minute, but what else can I do. We met at this party one rainy summer; she was stunning and absolutely gorgeous, slim body and a very curvious body to sapliment it all. We were both tired of sitting inside I went outside to take some two puffs from my camel, there she was, leaning against a fencing wall, sipping her red wine lazily as if she was not in any form of a hurry. Why would she! the night was still young. We ended up talking and chatting about everything under the dark night. I guess I was also tipsy because I normally don't open up to strangers like that.
There was a one nice song playing, we could clearly hear it from where we were standing, she asked me if we could dance to that song as it was one of her favourates, who would say no to a beauty like that. Eager to please the lady I humbly agreed to her demand and danced the night away. We were so close I could hear her heart beating and hummering against my own chest. Her breath, sweeping warmly against my neck was good enough to melt my already swealling p!nis. I do not know how it all came to be, but we were now kissing each other hungrily towards the end of the song. One thing let to another, untill we found ourselves in the backseat of my car doing what male and female do well. F*cking.
No condom. You heard me right, there was no condom. They are scarce in most quickies you know. All I can say is I never saw her after the pary until a friend (our party host) called me in December saying there was something he needs to tell me.

Hmm,carry on ...lol
I will comment later.

Khomokholo buoa hle ke mametse.

Khomokholo ntsha lebese re nyorilwe monna. Ke kopa o qale ka diketsahalo tsa ka koloing, step by step, Ha ontse o e subela, o e hula,ebile om ithoka moshana mosotho.

Khomokholo wrote:

I regret every single minute, but what else can I do. We met at this party one rainy summer; she was stunning and absolutely gorgeous, slim body and a very curvious body to sapliment it all. We were both tired of sitting inside I went outside to take some two puffs from my camel, there she was, leaning against a fencing wall, sipping her red wine lazily as if she was not in any form of a hurry. Why would she! the night was still young. We ended up talking and chatting about everything under the dark night. I guess I was also tipsy because I normally don't open up to strangers like that.
There was a one nice song playing, we could clearly hear it from where we were standing, she asked me if we could dance to that song as it was one of her favourates, who would say no to a beauty like that. Eager to please the lady I humbly agreed to her demand and danced the night away. We were so close I could hear her heart beating and hummering against my own chest. Her breath, sweeping warmly against my neck was good enough to melt my already swealling p!nis. I do not know how it all came to be, but we were now kissing each other hungrily towards the end of the song. One thing let to another, untill we found ourselves in the backseat of my car doing what male and female do well. F*cking.
No condom. You heard me right, there was no condom. They are scarce in most quickies you know. All I can say is I never saw her after the pary until a friend (our party host) called me in December saying there was something he needs to tell me.

Bua litaba kaofela o batla re be re o botse?

Suspect u got credit 3 in English,a gud writer. tsoelapele he re mametse

No condom? Ho khabella ka hanong ho na le li-tla-morao tse mpe.

Peisi Ya Senana wrote:

Khomokholo ntsha lebese re nyorilwe monna. Ke kopa o qale ka diketsahalo tsa ka koloing, step by step, Ha ontse o e subela, o e hula,ebile om ithoka moshana mosotho.

iyooo!! wena o rata litaba hofeta tekano.lol!!

Khomokholo wrote:

I regret every single minute, but what else can I do. We met at this party one rainy summer; she was stunning and absolutely gorgeous, slim body and a very curvious body to sapliment it all. We were both tired of sitting inside I went outside to take some two puffs from my camel, there she was, leaning against a fencing wall, sipping her red wine lazily as if she was not in any form of a hurry. Why would she! the night was still young. We ended up talking and chatting about everything under the dark night. I guess I was also tipsy because I normally don't open up to strangers like that.
There was a one nice song playing, we could clearly hear it from where we were standing, she asked me if we could dance to that song as it was one of her favourates, who would say no to a beauty like that. Eager to please the lady I humbly agreed to her demand and danced the night away. We were so close I could hear her heart beating and hummering against my own chest. Her breath, sweeping warmly against my neck was good enough to melt my already swealling p!nis. I do not know how it all came to be, but we were now kissing each other hungrily towards the end of the song. One thing let to another, untill we found ourselves in the backseat of my car doing what male and female do well. F*cking.
No condom. You heard me right, there was no condom. They are scarce in most quickies you know. All I can say is I never saw her after the pary until a friend (our party host) called me in December saying there was something he needs to tell me.

Hmm!!!

Spell check papa!

dinono wrote:

<quoted text>Hmm!!!

U khotsang ha kaale,...ba bua taba tsa hau kapa ba ea u kobisa?

Orgeee wrote:

Spell check papa!

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Tsa mo nya wena tichere ya English. Bua hle monna Khomokholo

keng joale???
kapo Khomokholo taba tsee lia mo llisa.tsoela pele hle monna.ha o tlo re sia re fomme hakanakana

Ntja-e-mpe wrote:

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U khotsang ha kaale,...ba bua taba tsa hau kapa ba ea u kobisa?

Hai bo Dog,nna no man hse tsaka ke batla atswele pele re mametse, i ole kae jwale monga ditaba?

Khomokholo wrote:

I regret every single minute, but what else can I do. We met at this party one rainy summer; she was stunning and absolutely gorgeous, slim body and a very curvious body to sapliment it all. We were both tired of sitting inside I went outside to take some two puffs from my camel, there she was, leaning against a fencing wall, sipping her red wine lazily as if she was not in any form of a hurry. Why would she! the night was still young. We ended up talking and chatting about everything under the dark night. I guess I was also tipsy because I normally don't open up to strangers like that.
There was a one nice song playing, we could clearly hear it from where we were standing, she asked me if we could dance to that song as it was one of her favourates, who would say no to a beauty like that. Eager to please the lady I humbly agreed to her demand and danced the night away. We were so close I could hear her heart beating and hummering against my own chest. Her breath, sweeping warmly against my neck was good enough to melt my already swealling p!nis. I do not know how it all came to be, but we were now kissing each other hungrily towards the end of the song. One thing let to another, untill we found ourselves in the backseat of my car doing what male and female do well. F*cking.
No condom. You heard me right, there was no condom. They are scarce in most quickies you know. All I can say is I never saw her after the pary until a friend (our party host) called me in December saying there was something he needs to tell me.

Wow, what a good story telling skills.

Lol, you say "I regret every single minute"? Mara pale ea hau e supa hore you enjoyed every single minute of dancing and kissing under the "the dark night" with " the stunning and absolutely gorgeous, slim body and a very curvious body to sapliment it all".

Khomokholo wrote:

I regret every single minute, but what else can I do. We met at this party one rainy summer; she was stunning and absolutely gorgeous, slim body and a very curvious body to sapliment it all. We were both tired of sitting inside I went outside to take some two puffs from my camel, there she was, leaning against a fencing wall, sipping her red wine lazily as if she was not in any form of a hurry. Why would she! the night was still young. We ended up talking and chatting about everything under the dark night. I guess I was also tipsy because I normally don't open up to strangers like that.
There was a one nice song playing, we could clearly hear it from where we were standing, she asked me if we could dance to that song as it was one of her favourates, who would say no to a beauty like that. Eager to please the lady I humbly agreed to her demand and danced the night away. We were so close I could hear her heart beating and hummering against my own chest. Her breath, sweeping warmly against my neck was good enough to melt my already swealling p!nis. I do not know how it all came to be, but we were now kissing each other hungrily towards the end of the song. One thing let to another, untill we found ourselves in the backseat of my car doing what male and female do well. F*cking.
No condom. You heard me right, there was no condom. They are scarce in most quickies you know. All I can say is I never saw her after the pary until a friend (our party host) called me in December saying there was something he needs to tell me.

Ho ho uena mmali ho inahanela tse tlileng ka morao ho moo.

Khomo,kea tshepa u so tla tsoelapele hosane ho nya bolokoe kaofela. U no u mpa u hohela sechaba se se ngata pitsong kajeno.

Khomza jwale o tholetseng kapa o khanngwe ke dipilisi tsa ho sa sebedise khotlopo na? Ke eng? Kapa ngwana wa letsatsi o tlisitse ngwana ho wena o sa mo etsetsa lebese? Ha o qeta ho ngola mona o ye sefahlehong sa buka o ba qoqele le bona ba tsebe ho baka ho khalla dintho tseo ba sa di tsebeng o be o ba bollelle hore jwala bo etsisa diphoso. O kopa le motho o so o bontsha bokhoni ka bophelo ba hao. Ha o tsebe le hore ke mang o tswa kae o ya kae. Ha ebe o robetse le sepoko moo o tlo etsa jwang? Ha ke khone ho itshwara 'Sis Maan'.

Khomokholo wrote:

I regret every single minute, but what else can I do. We met at this party one rainy summer; she was stunning and absolutely gorgeous, slim body and a very curvious body to sapliment it all. We were both tired of sitting inside I went outside to take some two puffs from my camel, there she was, leaning against a fencing wall, sipping her red wine lazily as if she was not in any form of a hurry. Why would she! the night was still young. We ended up talking and chatting about everything under the dark night. I guess I was also tipsy because I normally don't open up to strangers like that.
There was a one nice song playing, we could clearly hear it from where we were standing, she asked me if we could dance to that song as it was one of her favourates, who would say no to a beauty like that. Eager to please the lady I humbly agreed to her demand and danced the night away. We were so close I could hear her heart beating and hummering against my own chest. Her breath, sweeping warmly against my neck was good enough to melt my already swealling p!nis. I do not know how it all came to be, but we were now kissing each other hungrily towards the end of the song. One thing let to another, untill we found ourselves in the backseat of my car doing what male and female do well. F*cking.
No condom. You heard me right, there was no condom. They are scarce in most quickies you know. All I can say is I never saw her after the pary until a friend (our party host) called me in December saying there was something he needs to tell me.

ha o tloha mona o tsamaye o lo rekela ngwana lebese.