Orgasms

I have not had sex in a long time. Almost a year now. Strange that after Sarah left, I have not had much time for sex.

After all, I am surrounded every minute. The only time when I am alone is in the night. Even then, I know there are always men and women outside. Ready for my call.

Once in South Africa, Taka my bodyguard brought me a woman. A young girl in her early 20s. Giggly. And all childish. I needed a woman badly. For some other reason, I was experiencing unexplained orgasms. Even in the meeting with the foreign minister, my imagination ran wild. And while sitting there, I had several orgasms.

It is not a good experience. Maybe it is because the foreign minister is a woman. One of those big chocolate skinned women whose breasts fight to hang out of the massive bra.

Her neck had rings of soft flesh and looking at her made me come. I am not sure if she did not realise it though because I sweated while looking at her.

Of course, I blamed it on the South African weather. After the meeting I struggled walking out. There was a pain in my scrotum. Like an overloaded sack. I was also stiff and throbbing.

I knew then that I needed a woman urgently. Since Sarah's departure, I had resorted to masturbation. I ogle at some half dressed women online. Follow them undressing for me. Smiling. And making me feel like I have them in my bed.

I feel I come quickly these days. Maybe it is old age. But after ogling at the foreign minister and imagining her lying on her back for me, I felt then I wanted a woman. But all what Taka brought me was a girl. Giggly. And acting childish.

Of course, I came too quickly and she stared at me saying: Oupa. (Uncle in Afrikaans). I was not ashamed of myself. I paid her. Did not ask her what her name was. And called Taka to drag her away.

Tonight, I feel I should have a woman. One like the South African foreign minister. A real woman. One whose fat soft thighs will wrap me up. One whose breasts will hug me. Cushion me. And then maybe, my sleep can come back. Maybe I can sleep with a smile on face. Maybe I would not cry.

But I cannot afford to bring a woman here. I would not want them to see crying. I would not want them to know that I cannot sleep. Tap into my mind. Walk into my past.

I know my seven ex-wives will not say anything about me. I have paid them to keep silent. They have signed an agreement not to give interviews about my life. My sleepless nights. My crying during the night.

Taka is dead. He was the only one who kept my secrets. He would have brought me a woman. Back here, I would have told him what woman I wanted. Taka would have delivered like pizza.