Klynic

The bleached oak cupboards which hung right above the kitchen sink seemed so out of reach. It normally was an easy stretch for her hands to find the shiny knob, but today, Teniola practically stood on her toes to reach the knob and was surprised to find the cupboard empty. Regretfully bringing back her feet flat on the cold tiled floors, she picked up her teacup and her eyes fell on the container that housed the dried mint leaves nestled to a corner of the porcelain kitchen table.  Carefully placing the cup on the table, she ran her hands over her natural kinky hair, whilst trying to use her free hand to stop her robe from sharing her nakedness with the empty kitchen and the cold morning. Teniola poured some hot water into the cup, found a tiny spoon in the plate rack, picked up the container and arranged them neatly in a tray that innocently lay on the kitchen table. She picked up the tray turned to exit the kitchen and froze.   Her eyes were fixed on the open doorway in...

...continued from  part 1 The call dropped and Frank sat up on his bed. His mind was still restless from the events that occurred after work hours. The only image that stayed constant amidst his chaotic thoughts was Kaffi. Her beauty still occupied his very vivid imagination; her smile, her eyes, her voice, the way she exuded confidence even when she was being mischievous.  He knew he wasn't supposed to be thinking of her this way, not after what just happened at her place, but he couldn't help it, his thoughts were conflicting right now, and he needed to put them in check before he gets consumed by his lust. Rising from his bed, he walked to the mini-fridge in his bedroom, opened it and withdrew a cold drink to wash down the unwholesome thoughts that paraded his subconscious... it wasn't working. Still clutching the drink in his hand, he wandered towards the TV area and turned on the TV. The screen stared back with "NO SIGNAL"..." How rich,...

Monday morning came with its usual nagging and longing for more bedtime, but Frank was already used to it. The shrill cry of the weird Chinese melody that was supposed to be his alarm tune never failed him. Now fully awake, he stood up, stretched his limbs, and chuckled as soon as he noticed his breakfast boner. Reaching for the air-conditioner remote on his nightstand, he turned the cooling unit off, then walked across the room to switch on the lights. After bathing, he dressed for work and sat on the bed. Opening one of the nightstand drawers, he retrieved his daily devotional, which he read before kneeling and praying for a little over ten minutes; fellowship with the HolySpirit was very important to him. After praying, he grabbed a particular notepad from the only table in the room and stuffed it into his backpack before exiting the house. Frank got to his workplace a little earlier than usual, so he seized the opportunity to follow up on the n...