MY LEAKED SEXTAPE

“Bro, isn’t this you? You’re trending” A WhatsApp text from Tyler slid through, then a photo followed. As it loaded, I could already recognise it was some nude.

There I was, in the photo. Hitting it right from the back. My face looked like I was really working hard; sweaty, wrinkled forehead, mouth wide open and eyes almost popping out. The lady faced south whilst her ass faced north – I was the object of focus. Charlotte must have leaked it.

I met Charlotte on tinder. I remember her profile full of flesh. The thighs were well displayed, the dress couldn’t help but expose more of what I wanted to see. I would talk a little about the cleavage but her smile was enough to make a man get a boner. Long story short, I swiped right.

Our vibe slid from tinder to WhatsApp, from WhatsApp to meeting at her place in kitengela, from her couch to her bedroom.

Charlotte was intelligent, and very mature. We had night talks more often as we sipped on coffee at her balcony. Sometimes we opted for wine on her bed. She was 30, an year older than I was. We only had one thing in common – lonely and horny. Sorry, those are two things.

She was convinced she had found true love in me.

We had all our happy moments, nasty actions, naughty behaviours and calm naps. Till this one night when satan decided to smile at me.

The vibration of my phone startled the heck out of us. “What is it?” She zoomed. “It’s nothing.” I quipped.

My fiance was calling.
“Why don’t you pick it?”

I had lied, not once, that I was single. Receiving that call was going to ruin the bond I had with Charlotte. The one month that I had known Charlotte, I knew very well that something heavy could land on me if she ever knew I had another woman.

I picked the call, but before I could utter a word, Charlotte snatched the phone. It was not long before they started throwing harsh words at each other.

“So you have a wife?” She shouted, anger echoing in her voice.

“I… I… don’t know… know…that… la…” I stuttered, “you know what, am leaving.”

“You are not leaving.” She grabbed my clothes that were on the floor and locked them in her drawer.

“Charlotte, I will explain. Not now.”

“Ken, you have just been playing with my feelings all this time. Why?” Tears streamed down her eyes as she ranted all the favours she had bestowed on me.

“No wonder you never took me to your house. You only wanted to fuck me in my house. You are trash.”

She grabbed her ashtray and lit a blunt.

“Take your rugs and leave my house.” She said, throwing the key at me.

I dressed up and drove to my crib to recollect what just happened.

Three days later, I was trending all over social media.

Immediately after tyler sent me that photo, I rushed to kilimani moms and dads Facebook group where he had screenshotted the photo.

A video of me slashing Charlotte’s cherry was out there. I met all sort of mixed feeling in the comments. Some applauding my skills, some crowning the skinny men whilst some only focused on how the room looked fancy. I clicked on one of the links that redirected me to telegram where the video was uploaded. Watching the video gave me a boner, though rues still rushed through my bone marrow.

I couldn’t reverse time and change that. I lost my fiance, Charlotte and a few fake friends who wouldn’t want to be seen with a pornstar in public.

What irritated more were people’s WhatsApp status that read, “umewatch hii leaked sextape ama hauna connection.”