Humping Styles

Humping styles episode 8 – finale

PELE-DONA: UNPLAY REASONS
HUMPING STYLES
FINAL HUMP

The Author
I could feel pain in my gum where the drilling machine had nicked it, and I could feel the pain shooting through my head severely, but that was that. It seemed my recovery was centred on my head, because I still couldn’t feel anything below my chin.
But that was so very okay with me now.
Now I could speak to them, and let them know that Pele-Dona was alive!
And a moment later three men came into the room holding metallic weapons, and behind them was a white-faced Araba.
One of the men, the braver one in the lead, was holding a crowbar. He was crouched low, his face covered with sweat, as he crept steadily toward me as if I couldn’t see him.
The damn fool!
Coming to attack a possible ghost with a crowbar!
I wanted to laugh, but it wasn’t really funny. That crowbar looked really steady in his hand, and because I couldn’t move my limbs, I knew I had to act wisely to avoid the imminent attack on me.
The man swallowed with terror and approached me, walking on tiptoes like some damn Ninja about to attack some enemy Dojo.
Some humans, indeed, were funny when faced with a little horror.
His two companions – one holding a shovel and the other a huge cutlass – were looking on with fear and barely moving, preferring to stand at the door and crane their necks to look at me.
The man with the crowbar looked down at me, and he was trembling badly.
“Hey!” he said with the crowbar in his hand raised. “Can you hear me?”
“Yes!” I scre-med loudly. “I can hear you! I’m not bloody dead, and you better watch that crowbar, watch that crowbar, buddy!”

He said something then.
WARNING
I didn’t know what he said exactly. Maybe it was in another language, but it sounded like ‘Ochuuuuuuuuum’ to me at that time.
“Ochuuuuuuuuum!” he scre-med with horror, and whacked me across the forehead with the crowbar in his hand, driving pain into my head, and then he dropped his crowbar and fled the room, followed by his two colleagues.
I could feel acute pain where he had struck me, and in all my life I had never welcomed pain so much. I could feel my forehead swelling, and I laughed shrilly with relief as I reached up
with my left hand and touched my forehead bump.
The pain felt really good…and then it dawned on me hærd…
I had touched my forehead!
Do you know how good it was to be able to touch your forehead?
It meant I could move one of my hands now, baaaaaby!
I was regaining movement again….azaaaay!
Araba fled, but she stopped at the door, took a deep breath, and slowly turned round and walked on trembling legs toward the mortuary table.
She was scared, but she was a brave woman.
She stopped and looked down at me.
“You can hear and see me?” she asked in a trembling voice.
“Yes, please,” I whispered, and as tears filled my eyes and bubbled down the sides of my face, she let out a deep breath and almost fell down.
“Can you move any part of your body?” she asked softly.
“Yes, please,” I said, grinning even as I wept. “My head, and one of my hands!”
She walked like a drunk toward a telephone mounted on the wall, and then she dialled a number with shaking hands.
Unsteadily, she put the receiver to her ear.
“Hello, Attah,” she said quaveringly. “Please, get a doctor down to the embalming room at once. We have a very strange case!”
“Why, some ghost enter embalming?” Attah asked at the other end.
“Stop your f-cking shit and get a doctor here!” Araba scre-med shrilly and maniacally, and I knew she was still terrified as she stood trembling with her massive hands balled into fists at her sides.
She looked at me like she wanted to kill me, and so I sensibly didn’t utter any word again.
The drilling machine was still humming away on the floor, but now it was hitting the crowbar the coward of a man had dropped, and so it was making a wheeee-ke, wheeee-ke, wheeeee-ke, wheeeeee-ke, sound.
I wasn’t much surprised when Araba snatched up the drilling machine with a furious grunt and turned it off, her eyes spewing anger at me.
Again, I sensibly kept quiet.
I knew – with a very strange premonition – that if I uttered one wrong word that strung-up woman would definitely hurt me badly.
Eventually a male doctor came around, and when he heard the perplexing narrations of Araba, he looked at me with an absolutely flummoxed expression on his face.
“Young man, you’re very, very, very lucky,” he whispered quaveringly.
So, to cut a rather unpleasant story short, I stayed for a pain-filled period of two months in that hospital. Apparently, the way Angela had pushed up my legs with my back against the headboard of the bed had affected some discs in my spinal cord…and given me a condition called semi-quadriplegia, which, in layman’s language, meant a temporal paralysis of all limbs and nerves!
It could have been permanent, but God had mercy on me, and eventually I regained functions of all my limbs…after two painful months in hospital.
So, that was one of the reasons why I ‘unplayed’.
Unplay Reason 1: Near-death experience from humping styles!
Ha. Yes, I retired from playing when I realized one basic truth: death, whether you believe it or not, is inexorably attached to playing!
Who would have thought, when I was pumping away at Angela, or when she mounted me and rode away like a demented s€× slave, that it would eventually land me on a mortician’s table ready to be drilled, clipped, and glued?
Maybe you also a player…
And maybe you play it safe, with c-ndoms and a few styles but damn it, if you continue, a death-situation might eventually find you, I swear walayi!
I was the Pele-Dona, and all I wanted was to get between those thighs and pump away…because I had money, and I had the looks, and I had the PDD.
Oh, I forgot to tell you about the PDD…the Pele-Dona Destroyer, yes, the lance of action that Rosina couldn’t stop playing with!
It was a fine spear for playing, yes, the PDD was…
But believe me, you need to unplay right now!
If you don’t, and continue to be a player, it might lead you to death, with just one kind of new style, and that kein sound ripping through your ears!
Maybe yours wouldn’t sound like kein, but might sound like kpeinkpa!
Well, take my advice: it is not worth it!
Humping styles? It is not necessary, and it is not worth it!
If you know you’re not going to marry her, there’s no need making her your girlfriend or your s€× friend!
Let her go, or honour her and marry her! Show her some respect, man!
Take it from the Great Pele-Dona…get one girl, love her, respect her, and marry her.
Because, if you don’t…you just might not come back from your mortuary!
Wanna hear about another reason why I eventually decided to unplay?
Well, why the hell not….it was my experience with that woman, that licky-licky woman….
At the right time, that appropriate time, I will definitely tell you about another unplay reason: licky-licky!
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