It's A Dog's World

I sincerely pray that you all find a moral in this seemingly nonsensical piece; 'cos I don't! 
                                                                                       -The Author.
                                                                                                                           

 

Dearest Mandy,      

Find enclosed in this envelope pages from my journal.

                                                                                     Love,

                                                                                     Jonas.

PS. Forgive me.

                                                                                                                                                                                               

NOVEMBER 13, 2015.

Today I miss home. I miss winter and the cold. I hate the cold here though. It's nothing but acrid air that cuts like daggers. I loathe the Harmattan. I don’t like Ghana right now.

As usual, work was the usual.

I miss Mandy.

NOVEMBER 16, 2015.

…It was good seeing Araba again at work today. I wish I had gone with her and my other colleagues to Takoradi on the three-day Marketing Seminar. However, I had figured I'd stay behind and enjoy some alone time. I'm glad I stayed behind. All the same, I missed Araba and as far as social conventions went, I had greeted her with a box of chocolate and a kiss. In retrospect however, I may have lingered on her cheek a bit too long. Ah! Who cared, aside us both of course. She had tugged my tie gently drawing me to her and whispered, 'Tomorrow. 8 o'clock.'

Kwame had been eyeing us all the while but he didn't see the zipper-flap of my khakis stiffen.  Casually, I'd tugged the bottom of my jacket to hide the new bulge in my pants and walked off to my cubicle in a prance. I wonder how wide I was smirking.

NOVEMBER 17, 2015.

As usual, work was the usual. All day, I kept watching the time. I'm a patient man am I not? After work I took a detour on the way home. I needed gas and I needed food. I bought a burger. I wasn’t eating anything heavy for I needed to stay in shape for tonight- literally. I bought some lube and a pack of rubber too. Maybe I was a bit antsy about tonight. In these past few days of being out of close proximity with Araba, I had had time to think about both of us. Predominately, I as quite skeptical about the morality aspect of our relationship. But Araba and I are friends are we not? We were definitely not the strictly-friendly sort of friends- we were the beneficial kind. Regardless of this assertion, I was still looking forward to 8 pm tonight…

…and Araba's home was beautiful. I guess being the only child of an political mogul had its perks. I took a breath mint and pressed the doorbell. I waited. I looked at my wrist. It was 7:59 pm by my watch and my watch was a tad faster than GMT. Maybe I was too early. I rang the doorbell again nonetheless. This time the door opened almost instantly with the sexiest version of Araba I had ever seen standing in front of me. Damn! The coast had surely done her good. She smiled softly and for a second I stood mesmerized. She embraced me with a bosom-filled hug. I couldn’t help but take in the scent of her hair. It smelled like olives. She led me inside to the living area where she had set dinner for two.

Dinner was rather unusually long. We talked and laughed and reminisced- all this forced of course, for Araba had been gone for just three days and we both knew why I was really there. The sincerity of how fond she had grown of me was outstanding however- one commensurate with true love. But Araba and I weren't in love…

After dinner we shagged on the sofa. Then in the bedroom and in the shower, and finally on the sofa again. Turns out, she hadn't the slightest need for lube.

NOVEMBER 22, 2015.

My alarm went off at 7 am. Oddly enough, I loved Sundays. Aside the prospect of playing tennis with Sena every Sunday morning, I enjoyed scrutinizing the acts of TV ministers while I drank my morning juice. This morning's session aired one of my favorites, Bishop Obinim, and he was lying on top of a woman in a bid to exorcise her I assumed. My knowledge of the Akan language was still in the most elementary of stages but I did not need a translator to realize how perverse this man was…

…Sena was my boss' secretary. After running into her one Saturday morning on my first visit to Joe Might's Gym, we had both agreed to meet every Sunday to play tennis. Although I had never stepped good in her tennis cap and sports bra. Her shorts did very little to keep her arse in place as well. She was bodacious and she knew it. She particularly seemed to enjoy it whenever my eyes lingered on the crevice of her bosom. She would flaunt her curves at me and I would acknowledge them with a stiffening in my shorts. She noticed this of course and thus led to our first indulgence in the women's lavatory. It was quite intense since we had to round up forty minutes of coitus into a five minute quickie.  I hadn't anticipated how strenuous it would be but after a minute I was well adjusted. She had somewhat climbed atop me and pushed me to the wall. Subsequently my movement was very limited yet my pelvis worked its way around her crotch like a ball-and-socket joint, thrusting up and hard. Each gasp she took was punctuated by a hard yet soft moan. She moaned like a siren drawing me closer to wreckage. It was over in a flash. We both straightened out our clothes and agreed to meet the following Sunday. I love Sundays.

NOVEMBER 23, 2015.

I took a taxi to work today. It felt good to be driven for a change. I checked my mail and came across an archived mail I hadn’t ever bothered to read. It was sent by Araba about a week week ago. It felt pleasant to read. At least it until she signed off with ‘I love you’. I was in fix. I hadn't realized it soon enough. I loved Araba enough not to hurt her but I didn’t love her…

It was hard seeing her today. Seeing Araba at work wasn’t what was uncomfortable. Being around other women and knowing Araba was close by was. But Araba and I weren’t lovers were we? Casual partners- that’s what we were and yet every time she saw me smile at Sena the secretary, her face clammed into a mix between a hateful stare and heart-broken one. I knew she had heard the office-rumor about Sena and I but I had hoped she wouldn’t be bothered. Clearly she was. At times like this, I think about Mandy then about Araba and Sena then about Mandy again. 

Maybe I will rot in hell. They say men are dogs. I guess I'm a Great Dane.

Dating Older Women- 10 Reasons Why Men Do It

cougar
[koo-ger]

noun, plural cougars (especially collectively) cougar.

1. Also called mountain                                                                                                                        lion, panther, puma. a large, tawny cat, Felisconcolor, of North and South  America: now greatly reduced in number and endangered in some areas.
2. Informal. an older woman who seeks sexual relationships with much younger  men

I believe I speak for the majority of men when I say that at some point in our lives, we've all had that tendency or the urge to date an older woman. It might seem absurd or weird, but its a perfectly normal occurrence. These days,finding a lot of young men dating women ten tears older than they are isn't an uncommon sight; Cougars they call these older women. They're everywhere and are literally leaving paw marks all over! For one thing they're just cats- big-ass pussies on the prowl, and you just can't help but wonder what's so damned special about them.

As a growing teen, I secretly admired Markus' mum. That woman was simply hot! Back in the day, I had greatly misinterpreted this feeling as I had been accustomed to view it as a taboo- I know better today however. The tendency for a young individual to feel sexually attracted to an older person is a perfectly normal occurrence. History is filled with instances of the Younger Male-Older Female relationship. Khadijah, the wife of the prophet Mohamed was a cougar. Mohamed was 15 years younger than she was so technically, she qualifies as a cougar. Another classic example is Elizabeth I (Queen Of England) who although was never married, never seemed to lack the camaraderie of romance. Her last beau was the 26 year old Duke of Anjou and Alencon. Elizabeth I was 48 at the time.

So to our question: why do men date older women? There is a plethora of explanations as to why this phenomenon occurs . The most naive of them all being that cougars (most of whom are well-off) tend to cater for all expenses. Although true, dating an older woman for her estate is  immature and connotes nothing but lack of self-worth so guys please be advised. More often than not however, a cougar will decide to pay for accrued expenses and lavish wads on her partner (pun intended). They do this not just because they probably enjoy spending lavishly, but because footing the bill in a fancy restaurant tells who's boss. Thus a cougar might succumb to her partner as is expected of a woman but subconsciously (if not consciously) she dominates. She's the dominatrix.

Why then do men date older women? Find out in the following 10 reasons: 

#10 They're independent. Cougars believe in self-dependency so you don't have worry about some nagging bxtch.

#9 They're more mature; too mature if you ask Ted Allan... but as he would say: "Ah well... fvck it!".

#8 They break the ice. They know what they want and go for what they want. A cougar's forwardness leaves you with little worry over executing the perfect pick-up situation. A mere 'hi' should suffice.

#7 You don't have to worry about expensive gifts. She knows that your finances probably suck and she'll gladly pick up the tab any day.

#6 You learn more in a week with a cougar than you will with a younger woman. She won't only help you better your game, but she'll give you valuable insight to the world of love and life.

#5 The sex is better. Experience is the better teacher after all, if not the best.

#4 A cougar makes a better trophy babe. Who wouldn't want to show up at a party with a sexy cougar purring at their side?

#3 She wont go prowling about your Facebook because she has a life of her own (This is me telling you crazy bxtches to leave your boyfriends' Facebook alone! Dammit!).

#2 You don't worry about getting her pregnant. She's probably too old to conceive anyway. 

#1 The sex REALLY is better.