Chapter 1 CRAMP SCAMP
Mel swiped frantically on her phone, the Bumble matches weren't matching.
"Argh!"
She flung her phone, slapping her palm on her head. Her face contorted in a grimace.
It was that time of the month, and ovulation desire was kicking in.
Her phone buzzed, and the message icon showed up on her notification.
"Please let this count!" Melissa sighed.
On the Bumble app, a message from a potential match popped up
"Hi there, first of all, your profile picture is lit. Second of all(lol), can we be friends?"
Melissa exited the message and scanned through his profile.
"Twenty? What am I, a paedophile?" She scoffed.
The profile description read: Loski, twenty-year-old, black British male, five foot five, muscular, etc.
"And a dwarf!"
"Mel, is this what you paid a fiver for?" She chuckled, still reading through his profile.
Her groin twitched, the frown on her face segued into a low groan. Time was running out.
She accepted the match and set a time for the date, without reading the rest of the details.
"Aha!" She snapped her fingers.
Mel got up from the bed and trudged towards the kitchen, She remembered there was a packet of chamomile left from the last time she experienced menstrual cramps.
The walk to the kitchen took her forever, she dragged her feet slowly towards the shelf. In a bid to find the herb, stainless cutlery and plastic cups flew around the room.
"Hmph!" She banged the shelf shut.
She opened the drawer and pulled out a ceramic kettle, which she placed on the gas. Mel applied an ample portion of the chamomile leaves and a cup of water, and then turned on the gas.
While she waited for the concoction to boil, she sat on the kitchen stool beside the dish rack, her head bowed.
"You've got two days, Mel, don't make me give this position to someone else," Mr. Borris' voice echoed in her head.
Melissa had been struggling lately to come up with a piece for the media house she works for. Every story she could think of was either reported or written; the very thought of it made her nervous.
Her drink was ready, and the moment the kettle gave a sizzling sound, she reached out for the teacup beside her, filling the liquid into her cup and sipping as she walked out of the kitchen.
Moggie followed behind her but dashed towards the window. The feline sat beside it, meowing continuously.
"What now, Hector?"
The cat meowed again.
Melissa ambled to the window. It's been four days since the curtains were pulled up, and the house has assumed a stale smell even though the AC was turned on.
The AC remote was on the centre table. Mel brushed past the table, picked up the remote, and turned off the coolant.
As she pulled the curtain, she spotted the faint figure of a human, making its way to her lawn.
Mel shielded her eyes from the rays of sunlight that now poured into her apartment, She squinted them to catch a glimpse of the approaching figure.
"goddamnit, not you again!" her groin tightened.
The approaching figure was that of Gibson, her next-door neighbour. Once a week, he shows up at Mel's to mow her lawn. Mel watched him unlock the gate and head inside, the mower following behind him.
"Morning, Mel, home today."
"Hi, Gibson. Yeah, on my leave, how's Sandy?"
Mel hadn't taken any special interest in Gibson since he offered to assist her with the lawn whenever he could, but today felt different. She noticed details about him she'd normally ignore.
Gibson's sweaty face shimmered under the morning sun. Mel noticed his broad chest and shoulders, his muscular arms, and his stout legs, clinging to the red singlet and black shorts he wore.
Mel felt a slight shiver run through her body. Then the cramp surfaced again.
"Ouch!" She whimpered, holding her groins tightly.
When she bent to rub her groin, she spotted Gibson's huge crotch, well-packed behind his black shorts.
She gulped.
The pain she felt intensified, and more than ever, she needed relief.
She watched Gibson move the machine across the lawn, in the clothes he wore, one hand on his waist and the other grabbing her ponytail from behind, as she bent over.
"Cut it out, Mel!" She looked down from the skirt she wore, a little fluid trickled down from her vagina.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Mel took the teacup from the stool beside the flower vase and scooted to her bedroom.
In her bedroom, she ransacked her wardrobe, searching for her toy box; The gadget was stationed beside her shoe rack.
Mel had a shufti at the box, everything was intact as she'd left them.
Without hesitation, she grabbed the box and placed it on the bed, then she took a sip from the chamomile mixture she'd brought from the kitchen.
Mel sighed and slumped on the bed briefly. As she closed her eyes, she could hear the whirling sound of the mowing machine, and Gibson's image popped up again.
Stretching her arms, she reached for the sex toys that were now scattered about on her bed, her hands sweeping over them, searching for the vibrator.
A warm flux of satisfaction spread over her body as the toy entered her. She shut her eyes in pleasure, running the device up and down her entrance before switching it on.
"Uuh, aww, hmm"
Her whole body shook. Mel was in a fit, her legs stretched wildly, her body coiled strangely, and her eyes rolling, showing only the whites; there was a spasmodic reaction as soon as the vibrator came to life. Unknown to her, the vibrator by default was set to its highest, and that accounted for the sudden reaction she felt as she used it.
"Ahh!, mmm" The ecstasy was too much to bear. Mel screamed, feeling her muscles contract and retract against her will.
Then her phone buzzed. An incoming call from a number popped up.
The Truecaller app identified the caller as Loski, and Mel quickly turned off the vibrator.
"Shit!"
"Hello, Mel speaking"
"Hi Mel, Loski from Bumble"
"Hey, Loski, I assume you're calling as a reminder for the date. I'll be at the venue shortly" There was a quiver in Mel's voice as she spoke.
"Is everything alright, you sound tense, do I ...."
Mel hung up; now wasn't the time to hold a lengthy conversation.
At least she had found temporary relief.
She headed for the bathroom. There was a glob of bath bombs resting on the edge of the tub. She turned on the faucet, regulated the heating to warm, and then dropped the bath bomb and chamomile herbs into the tub.
Mel climbed over the tub, gently laying herself on the foamy bath, she caressed herself, feeling a bit relieved that soon she'd have to meet with her date.
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Chapter 1 CRAMP SCAMP
19/04/2025
Chapter 2 Meeting Loski
19/04/2025
Chapter 3 PAIN AND PLEASURE
19/04/2025
Chapter 4 Another Partner
19/04/2025
Chapter 5 Breaking Rules
19/04/2025
Chapter 6 Unforgiven
28/04/2025
Chapter 7 Separation
28/04/2025
Chapter 8 A failed One-night Stand
28/04/2025
Chapter 9 Friends Fracas
28/04/2025
Chapter 10 Settlement
28/04/2025
Chapter 11 Savanna Sex: Waiting for Sandra
28/04/2025
Chapter 12 Tipsy
29/05/2025
Chapter 13 Time-out.
31/05/2025
Chapter 14 Half-Truth.
01/06/2025
Chapter 15 Broke
05/06/2025
Chapter 16 Euphoria
13/06/2025
Chapter 17 Infatuated
26/06/2025
Chapter 18 AWOL
29/06/2025
Chapter 19 Truth
01/07/2025
Chapter 20 Understanding
02/07/2025
Chapter 21 Hitting my Holy Teacher: Caught in the Act.
04/07/2025
Chapter 22 Hiding
05/07/2025
Chapter 23 Coincidence
07/07/2025
Chapter 24 A Taste of Carolyn
09/07/2025
Chapter 25 A Taste of Tyler
12/07/2025
Chapter 26 Another Lie
13/07/2025
Chapter 27 Payback
13/07/2025
Chapter 28 Relief
18/07/2025
Chapter 29 Round Two
20/07/2025
Chapter 30 Forgotten
22/07/2025