WHEN LOVE AND LUST FIGHT IN YOU
Barrack Sande
Author Bio
Barrack Sande is a 2010 graduate of Raliew high school in Kisumu Kenya. He has written almost everything from short to long fiction books, nonfiction and a lot of free articles for growing websites. He has five erotic romance to his name and a few traditional short story books.
Description
‘When love and lust fight in you’ is a short story of a young man stuck in between love and lust. He can’t decide on what he is really feeling toward his lovely sexy neighbour. Luckily,Liz her neighbour brings him a welcoming cake to welcome him in the neighbourhood at that time he realizes and come to terms to what he is really feeling.
Book excerpt
I grabbed and pulled her so close to me that i could feel her warm breath against my face. She was breathing heavily and i felt her hard nipples against my chest. Sliding my fingers through her hair made me want her more. “Liz, are you sure this is what you want?” I whispered smoothly to her ears and this made her blood boil even more. I had longed for this day for one week and i was not going to let it pass without making sweet love to her. Liz’s hair was a rich shade of mahogany. It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were a bright, emerald-green and seemed to brighten the world. A straight nose, full lips – she seemed the picture of perfection. Had she smiled, the world would sigh with contentment. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her and had she wept, the whole world would want to comfort her. She was a real beauty.
I had just moved from Kasarani where i was staying with my aunt and she did not want me leaving. She said I was still young and was sure i could not live alone. “Bruno,” she started “how old are you surely?” “Please aunty, don’t start again. Am not a child anymore.” At the age of 22 she still believed i was a kid. I had just got a job that considerably was a good opportunity for me to live a better life. Am not saying that i was not living a better life but who doesn’t want to be free? My aunt, i must confess was a pain in the ass. Her house, her rules. You don’t watch TV till late in the night and you would sleep early. All these were to reduce electricity bills. She was right. Aunt Julie was not married. She had been heartbroken once and so she was doing what all ladies do when their hearts are broken, “taking it easy.” Till this moment i still don’t understand it. Taking what easy? Why can’t you just forget about that piece of shit and move on! At times i would say that i wish i was a lady. I would not be
stressed up with petty issues. Funny, petty as i would call them, i had been heartbroken, not once, not twice but five times. I would cry and wake up at 3 am in the morning. No sleep at all. The fifth heart break made me strong and i swore to myself that i will never put all my eggs in one basket. Well, i had made up my mind and my research job looked promising. All i had to do for my boss was to research on agriculture and you won’t believe how much he was going to pay me per month.
Mr. Jamal was an interesting British man. At the age of sixty five he still looked very strong. I couldn’t believe he was telling me the truth when he told me how old he was. Despite how strong he was, his body betrayed him. He had winter-white hair, his eyes were blood-flecked because of his age. His face was timeworn and was wrinkled but when he walked, he was steady on his feet. Two of his fingers were crooked from an old sport injury but i liked his friendly smile. His eyes were sparkling, blue colour and he seemed to see everything and his voice could be weak and fragile at times. We met in a restaurant in Nairobi town one evening. He was sitting at the table next to mine. He got a text message and it looked like he couldn’t read it. “Hello, excuse me,” he said to me. “Yes sir, how can i help you?” Let me tell you something, where i grew up, having a conversation with a white man would be like literally talking to the president. We valued them and now that i was talking to one, i wouldn’t dare waste the
opportunity to introduce myself…
Author Website
http://www.kenyanebooks.com