OK, so on my way back from Mombasa, on this ancient train, I met an American Missionary who invited me to stay at an orphanage for the night. It genuinely was the saddest shit, and I cried manly tears a little. I also gave the kiddies peanuts, and bought 1/4 of a live goat, which was killed after I left. Evangelical Christians get a bad rap in the jedi media, but these yanks had collected money and built the kiddies nice beds, and were funding their education and doing an awful lot of good. Encouraging the kids to praise Jebus seemed a small price to pay, since I never met any atheist or Islamic missionaries out there. Maybe they were hiding?
TLDR it really challenged my preconceived notions.
Anyway, I was kinda horny, and got away and WhatApp-ed Sarah again. We met up, went shopping again in the Westgate, but it was closing up by the time we got there. She was looking for some decent quality perfume. We went and got some nice food in the food court there, I remember it being something involving burgers and chips, but yuppy-like, then we went to a Spanish style bar with lots of ex-pats beside the front entrance. Then we went back to my hotel, which was different from the first one I had stayed in, and one she had recommended to me.
I was pretty wasted at this point, as I had been drinking all evening. We might have went somewhere else first, I don't remember. I do remember that the hotel made me pay extra for having a guest in my room. Fuckers.
Anyway the hotel room was hot and humid, and felt pure Africa in an unreal, movie like way. She grabbed me and pulled me close, and onto the bed, me on top, both of us kissing passionately the whole time. I remember thinking "I wish I could live in this moment forever", then I remember saying "I'll get a condom", but not really meaning it, then I remember fucking her in the heat, and it being perfect, then I remember her vagina contracting hard on my penis as she orgasm-ed, and it feeling so great, her strong vaginal muscles sort of milking my dick, then almost immediately I came inside her. Exhaustion, then worry.
I went to the bathroom and while pissing in the sink washed my dick a little. We fucked again without a condom a few hours later, but I don't remember the details, besides the sloppiness, and another great orgasm, and me not really caring about the consequences this time around.
It was one of the few great, free moments I have had in my life. I didn't care about anything or anyone, it was the sort of feeling that makes you happy to be alive, and when I'm old I'm sure I hope look back on it and be like "goddam, good times, glad I did that".
The next day after I paid her and breakfast we went shopping for perfume, but weren't able to find anything decent in central Nairobi. She accompanied me to the airport, and I gave her my remaining Kenyan Shillings. I had also given her some stuff I wanted to lose to make room in my bag before going to Istanbul for an overnight stay - some nice brand name clothes, a power bank, etc.
Going home my bag was full of antibiotics and benzos. Kenyan pharmacies are saints - the only question they ask you is "anything else"?
I assume she wanted to get pregnant, so as to trap me, but honestly I wouldn't have minded if she did. It seems almost disappointing that so vital feeling sex resulted in nothing. I sent her a bottle of nice Versache Perfume a while later. We still talk by email.
After I got back home my crotch was a little itchy, and I was scared of teh aids, so I went for an STD test, but nothing showed up. I assume it was a fungal thing, and a little anti-fungal talcum powder and cream took care of it.
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