Upon entering the consultation room, my thirst levels hit an all time high. An insanely hot muindi doctor was sitting on the other side of the table. Long, wavy dark hair, so smooth and silky, flowed from her head to her shoulders. It was almost as if it was tailored from stallion’s fabric. Her lips were full and glossy, even in the fading lights of the room.
I have always wanted to bang a muindi woman but my buddies who have sampled the race advised me against it. Apparently things move much more slowly with muindis. While there are rare girls who are actually free-spirited and will have one-night stands, the vast majority of muindi babes are very sexually repressed. You can’t just seduce them, you have to create an intense emotional connection with them, after which you gradually turn up the intensity.
Of course every man alive will always take the pussy path of least resistance when it’s available. This meant that I was better off just keeping things professional with this doctor. But since I am the type of guy that eats challenges for breakfast, I decided to try and ‘katia’ her anyway.
“Hello, sit down please. How may I assist you?” she asked with that usual Indian accent.
She was young, probably between 26 to 28. For the first few seconds, I didn’t answer her. I was trying to think of a strategy to go about all this . Then it hit me. In order for me to game her, I had to change the nature of my illness to something more sexual. It was in my best interest to discard my stomach problem for the time being.
Me: Hello doctor. My problem is a sexual one.
Muindi doctor: Oh really? What’s the problem?
Me: Well, I have been getting too many erections lately. And they aren’t just normal erections. They are rock-hard erections. Like Thor’s hammer.
Muindi doctor: Like whose hammer?
Me: Thor’s hammer. He’s just a superhero from the movies. What I mean is that my erections are hard and heavy
Muindi doctor: Oh…I see. How many times do you have sex?
Me: I bang a lot of bitches mane. Sex is in plenty for me.
Oops…I had just used curse words. Blame this on our office where almost everyone curses. The doctor was kinda shocked.
Muindi doctor: You’ve banged a lot of bitches? You mean prostitutes?
Me: No: bitches are not prostitutes. What I mean is I have sex with plenty of women
I was now using asshole game on her. I made sure not to break the eye contact, Alluringly, she would blink her eyes from time to time, allowing her eyelashes to flutter like the wings of a butterfly. My god, her eyes were simply spellbinding. Her left eye was a rapturous shade of cerulean blue, much more appealing then my own, and hazel-auburn rounded sphere orbited in her right eye. Each one held a coruscate gleam that enhanced their beauty. Her ears were pierced by golden hoops that were concealed by caramel colored blonde waves, enhanced by highlights of pink and blue.
While muindi chicks in general are choosier about when, how much and whom to dispense their goodies, they love game as much as any broad with a working vagina.
She continued.
Muindi doctor: Do you use Viagra?
Her queries were now as awkward as my answers. Suddenly, I dropped my keys on the floor intentionally so that I would bend to pick them up and chungulia her under the table.
It wasn’t just a naughty move. It was a vital one. While gaming Indian girls, you should only approach the ones that are dressed at least fashionably, because this signals the possibility that they are ‘modern’ and aren’t stuck in the 18th century mindset. Otherwise, if you approach women dressed in churidars (the colorful loose pants), or even worse, sarees, you’ll be wasting their time. Such muindis have probably locked their vaginas with solex padlocks
Luckily, the doc was wearing a short dress under her doctor’s coat, with some really expensive pink heels. Her fleshy thighs tangoed well to the curves of her legs.
Me: No I don’t use Viagra. I don’t use any drug
Muindi doctor: Okay, what’s your tribe?
Me: Is that important?
Muindi doctor: Yes please
Me: Am luhya…why
Muindi doctor: Do you use that aphrodisiac herb?
Me: You mean mkombero?
Muindi doctor: Yes, that one
Me: No, only when I got to ocha once in a while
Muindi doctor: How often do you get these erections and how long do they last?
Me: Like ten times a day. And each one lasts at least one hour
Muindi doctor: Hmmmmm…I think I’ll need to take examine your penis for any injuries or signs of illness. Kindly stand up and take off your trousers
This time round my ‘D got wildly erect. As I took off my trousers, it pointed up, straight to her face as she stood up. She then picked a pair of gloves and wore them.
“This is really huge for someone your size!”, she said as she began examining it.
“Thank you” I responded,
The doctor couldn’t help but smile. I smiled too, knowing that I was playing with her all along yet she had no idea.
“I don’t think there’s anyone wrong with your penis. You are probably just thinking about sex a lot. You need to channel your thoughts on other areas of life too. Plus, you can put back your trousers now.” She concluded
Her serious face was back on again. This wasn’t going as well as I hoped. How would I break this lady’s defenses without appearing awkward?
As I thought of a smart way to do so, she popped another question
Muindi doctor: By the way, might you be related to Etemesi, the blogger I don’t remember his other name? I've seen you share the same name.
Me: Which one?
Muindi doctor: The one who writes for a blog called Ghafla. Do you know him?
Me: Philip Etemesi?
Muindi doctor: Yes
Me: You are talking to him right now.
Muindi doctor: What? Wewe nanichezea wewe
Me: No I am serious
Muindi doctor: So it’s you. My bad, I had never known how you look like. Pleasure meeting you
She stretched out a hand to greet me.
Now this is what happens when you serve a living God. A God who can’t let you fail. Haha. My vibe seemed to be going south but the heavens just rescued me. For the next few minutes, she couldn’t help but rave on how she loved my articles.
“Now Mr. Etemesi. Give me your number. I’ll be calling to check out how you are progressing. Eat lots of fruits and relax. Okay?” she summed things up as she wrote a few things on asheet of paaper
Given her promise to call, I decided that I would only suggest a date with her when she did so. So I left. My stomach problems were still intact but a potential Indian bang on the horizons
When I arrived home later in the evening, I checked my phone to find text message from an unknown number
“Damn…your penis is really huge……. It’s the doctor you met earlier today by the way. Are you still having those erections? ”
“Yes, they’ve even become more since I met you” I quickly responded
“Are you serious?”
“No I am kidding, But I wouldn’t mind if you come and take another look either way”
“Are you asking me for a bang date you cheeky man?”
“Yes I am”.
“Okay, pick me up in town on Monday or Tuesday evening next week.”
This was crazy. My stomach is still rumbling by the way. Let me just say that I will bang this woman till the people in my estate knock on my door to complain. And when I do, I’ll definitely write about it.
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