I waited outside Belinda’s compound in my car for a long while, going through what I wanted to say in my head. Things had a way of getting all jumbled up when I spoke to her; I could never get my words out fast enough, she always had a way of getting my back up so that even when I was not at fault I came out sounding defensive. “Well, not this time,” I said to myself. For one thing I was at fault. I could not deny it any longer. I ...  [Read more]

She stared at his fat face without emotion as she slid up and down his penis. He licked his fat lips in pleasure, not daring to take his heavily lidded eyes off her expanding crotch. His face became more and more twisted in a frenzied passion as he neared his climax. She hated his cum face. It made her want to vomit all over him and rub it in every opening of his body. That would teach him to learn a better cum face. She couldn’t watch any ...  [Read more]

Hello fellow Adventurers! Before you say anything, yes I am going to put up the next edition of Sexy Times with Nnenna Marcia this Friday and boy, will you lot want to slap some people in it - as I often do. Anyway, this is not about STWNM. This is about my new romance book which is hitting the shelves soon. This is NOT the Erotica coming from ER Books by the way (which is a collection of shorts stories plus one novella), but an earlier ...  [Read more]

I could not take my eyes away from the TV screen. The more I listened, the more it seemed like someone was dunking my head repeatedly into a bucket of water, the words swished and faded in and out. I wished I was dreaming. I knew I wasn’t. ‘Violence broke out today...site of the popular luxury hotel...fires started...police have made arrests...community in chaos...’ “This man is crazy!” I threw my hands up, letting the magazine I ...  [Read more]

  From the road, I saw smoke darkening the afternoon sky. My heart dissolved into my chest, liquefied by apprehension. A ringing filled my ears. Staring at the smoke, I forgot to work my hands and my car drifted, nearly ending up in one of the wide gutters we had dug along the earth road leading to the hotel site. Out of habit, I caught myself thinking of the dates for its completion. The rocks and unbroken boulders heaped on both ...  [Read more]

I’d kissed Greg before when we were children and I wanted to practice for kissing Emeka Umekwe, the most handsome boy on school. He had just transferred from Imo State and all the girls fawned over him except for me. When I fell down in front of the ‘Girl’s Tree’ during break time, all the girls laughed but Emeka helped me up and invited me to his party. "Just bend your head this way," Greg instructed when I bumped noses with him ...  [Read more]

Ping. Whatsapp. Happy Christmas, baby. ‘Who is this?’ I typed back, knowing exactly who it was. Ping. Oh baby. You’re breaking my heart. ‘I’m sorry, who are you and how did you get this number?’ I earned it. And I can’t wait to fuck you again. ‘Where are you?’ In the bathroom, getting ready for Christmas mass. Where are you? ‘In bed, sleeping off Christmas eve.’ I wish I was there beside ...  [Read more]

Sarah Amuah and Wes tore up the dance floor. People were taking pictures of Wes as he matched her step for step, in perfect rhythm. Belinda tipped the contents of her shot glass into her mouth and slammed it down on the table, face down. I counted. It was her fifth. “Just who does she think she is anyway?” She tossed her choppy bob when its too-long fringe grazed against her fake eyelashes. “She’s Sarah Amuah. She told you,” I ...  [Read more]

Ah, Sarah Amuah. That girl could singlehandedly make peace between warring countries. Or cause war between peaceful nations. However way you choose to look at it, she was a force to be reckoned with. And so it was that seven minutes after we arrived at the joint, I was feeling considerably better. We were early but since it wasn’t a normal night out, the place was already jam-packed and speakers blasted out the latest Nigerian hits. In ...  [Read more]

Wes palmed my right breast and rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Someone moaned in my ear, a breathy, shuddering thing that was full of as much heat and pain and lust and when I closed my mouth to swallow, I realised that it was me. The minute he licked my neck, I knew it for what it was: a dream. I intended to enjoy it anyway. I was being so good; a thousand times I could have had him in real life. He wanted me. He told me as ...  [Read more]