Dear Sister,
Kenyan NGO men fuck like they are presenting power points at conferences. It’s as though they’ve all read the same tired manual.
B was my first.
Tall, with that shiny skin and slight pot that announced he worked for an NGO and was “doing well,” in Nairobi parlance. He wore blue jeans and Stacy Adams shoes. Educated in Kenya, but had attended several seminars abroad, so he spoke with an accent that slid from London to Berlin.
B fucked like he was reading a manual.
He kissed me for exactly 7 seconds. Multiple kisses, and each one lasted exactly 7 seconds. I could almost see him counting it off. 7-second kisses? Was that from an instruction manual.
He played with my breasts for 3 minutes. Spending exactly 90 seconds on each one.
And then, he offered oral sex. At last, I thought, something for me.
He spent 47 seconds on oral sex.
I could see him counting it off.
He fucked me for exactly 3 minutes and 7 seconds.
We were done in 11 minutes.
It was approximately the length of a power point presentation.
D was my second. He kissed for exactly 11 seconds. We were done in 11 minutes.
F spent 67 seconds on oral sex. We were done in 11 minutes.
L fucked me for exactly 4 minutes and 11 seconds. We were done in 11 minutes.
I gave up on NGO men. I don’t mind 11 minutes. But I had better enjoy them.
Your Sister
I am dying with laughter. I feel very sorry that these men happened to you - at the same time that I am rolling with laughter.