Dear Kwasi, Anytime that I want to leave you I hear my mother’s voice say “I know you’re a lawyer but make sure you don’t become one of those I-know-my-rights-women. Aboa pete dze ne kwasia pe nyinkyer”. You see, baby, I don’t want to become one of those I-know-my-rights-women.  I don’t want to be a ‘liberated woman’ who refuses to submit to the Eurocentric standard of beauty and so walks around in styles she claims are ...  [Read more]

For the past couple of weeks, I have been asking my friends that particular question during our conversations about sex. Now, when I ask that question I’m not talking about the act of sex in general. I am talking about triggers, the things that tip a person over the edge—you know, what me and my most-recent ex used to call the ‘Fiiiiniiish Himmmm!’ moves”. (Yes, you have to say it in the Mortal Kombat voice.) I mean, I think there ...  [Read more]

I bought my first B.O.B (battery-operated-boyfriend) when I was nineteen and in my first month of college. My friends and I went to the Red Light District and entered some sleazy sex shop owned by some greasy old man. I was a student and didn’t have a lot of money so I bought a twenty-dollar toy. It was a cheap, plastic, ribbed, purple, straight and relatively small. It smelt like blueberries. I was still a virgin and didn’t want to ...  [Read more]

I received the email below from Yaw a few days ago: Hi, I need help or sound advice. A lady introduced me to licking when i wanted to have sex with her as the key to the vagina. Seriously, i enjoyed it but she was the only person i had this experience with. Years down the line we broke up and i met another lady, when we got home and we were about to have sex i had a change of mind immediately because of the bad odour that emanated from ...  [Read more]

I found my first Mills and Boon book at age eight. Someone had abandoned a bunch of dog-eared, moth-eaten, mouldy romance novels in a box in the corner of my house. When I landed upon them it was like I had completed my journey to the centre of the earth, chale. The men were always rich and handsome and damaged. The dating was always passionate. The sex was always hot. The women were always beautiful. The stories were always filled with longing ...  [Read more]

This is what he asked me as he traced the silky smoothness that had pooled beneath the bend of my knee and was dripping down the back of my calf. “Wet enough to make you feel like you could drown” I answered. “Wet enough to fill a bathtub so I can swim in it?” “I think so. But would you want to?” “I would. I would slather that pussy juice all over my body like lotion. Then I would lick it off every part of my body that ...  [Read more]

"Hey" was what I whatsapp's him just after midnight. I don't even know why I was whatsapp'ing him. I had asked him several times why he would always contact me after the midnight hour even though he has a girlfriend and all he could say would be something along the lines of, "You're a good friend and I like to stay in touch with my friends".  Yeah right. He responded almost immediately:   "What you up to?" "Nothing, I just got ...  [Read more]

To read part 1 of this story please click here PART TWO Puckered lips and coitus “Let’s play a game called he shows, she shows,” John said, I bit down on my lower lip, puckered my lips, blew him a kiss and said “hmm yes lets.” He rose from the bed and unbuttoned his shirt and threw it at me, “your turn” he said. I sat up on the bed and slowly began to unbutton my shirt, when I was at the level of my bra band I flashed one ...  [Read more]

The first time So as you know, it all started with Paa Kwesi saying Ibrahim was dying to see me. I had treated HIM to lunch at the Mall and he called his cousin. He insisted that we meet up soon, and so we did on Friday night, I think it was. Maybe it was Saturday. I can’t remember. Anyway we went to dinner at the Mall, grabbed a quick bite to eat and then saw The Hobbit. He complimented me the ENTIRE time. He seemed really surprised ...  [Read more]

I lie face down, ass in air, trying to drown out the grunts coming from behind me. My coochie is on fire and all my attention is focused on praying that this time I won’t have a slit when he is done. Balls slap my clit intermittently. I can’t concentrate enough to produce the pattern needed to induce my external orgasm. Earlier as we attempted foreplay, he said I looked indifferent. I had smiled apologetically at him, having no other ...  [Read more]