It’s 10am and you’re at work, trying to focus on getting through your email and to ignore the half-wood you’ve had all morning. Flashbacks of a particularly wet dream you had last night are making this especially difficult. Your secretary walks in to hand you some papers and your erection throbs as you watch her leave, tits and perfectly round ass bouncing rhythmically with each high-heeled step. Merely seconds later, she pops her head around the door to say that you have a visitor and I walk in: stripper heels, trench-coat and nothing else. I drop the coat and sit, legs crossed, in the chair across from you. Neither of us has said a word …

The producer of one of the drive time programmes on a leading radio station in Ghana contacted me a few weeks ago to ask if I knew a gay person who would be willing to come on her show to talk about being gay in Ghana. My immediate answer was No. Its quite sad but I do not know a single gay person in Ghana who would happily go on a radio programme to talk about what life is like in Ghana for a gay person. The other thing I realized is I do not know any people who are exclusively gay, the few people who I know are not heterosexual are bi-sexual and none …

So you’ve had the ‘big’ wedding, or the ‘small’ wedding or the ‘traditional wedding’. The guests have departed and now it’s just you and your husband/wife/partner. This is your honeymoon night…
How important is honeymoon sex? Very important, I suspect you might say. Well let’s look at a couple of scenarios. What happens if you’re so exhausted after the wedding and your honeymoon sex is not as great as you would like…you can only manage one round for example, that happened to me when I got married…but I didn’t know then what I know now (wink, wink, nudge, nudge)
I recently shared some insights on ‘How to have good honeymoon sex’ in one of Accra’s newest magazines …

As a fulltime goddess, I have been on a journey of self discovery and my own education. This journey has brought about a very wonderful gift. I have begun a very intimate relationship with my goddess center. Just to clarify, I’m talking about my Vagina folks. Culturally and socially most women have been taught to live from the neck up, that our vagina does not exist except when we are on our period and even then, we are made to feel it’s dirty, must be washed, covered and such. Even when we are being made love to, our pleasure is dependent on someone else, yet, when we are having a baby, …

The Initiation: the first encounter had happened the night before, and there were the usual fumbles and insecurities. We had been sending sexy text messages all morning, and finally I summed up enough courage to tell him what I liked and what I wanted. It didn’t quite start off so formal, but given his management background thought it would be a good route to use. Needless to say the directions given were followed to a‘t’.
Dear Mr. X,
I was happy when my phone died as I thought I could then focus on the work that is at hand, rather than the work to be done later. Suffice to say I kept scrolling back to your …

On a previous post about ‘shag buddies’ one of the regular commentators on this blog Kofi stated, ‘renting is for the birds’ – where renting refers to shag buddies… Now I’ve been in the renting business for quite a few years now and now I’m thinking its time to buy a house. But I don’t think there are any suitable houses around. Most of the houses I see and covet already have tenants or are not exactly to my specifications. I like spacious houses, houses in which I don’t feel restricted, where I can move about freely and not feel like anyone is trying to chain me to the kitchen sink…
At the same time I …

A finger in the mouth
Runs slowly its entire length
Along a rough and hungry tongue
That grips with eager strength
Leaving behind a creamy trail
A tangy taste, a whiff inhaled
Of steamy creamy sourness
The scent of perfume mixed with sweat
A thought will now possess
Notions of innuendo beget
A big hard stick stirs rythmic’lly
The steaming pot of akamu
Until the labour and the toil
At last brings the pot to the boil
COPYRIGHT Unoma Giese 2010

I was bbm’ing with one of my friends earlier this evening and after our usual random conversation on everything under the sun the conversation changed:
Her:
Hmmm
Speaking of which
Me:
Eh he
Go on…
Her:
I was reading the papers today
And there was a letter from some girl titled: ‘lesbianism is a choice’
Me:
Eish!
A pro lezzie letter in a GH paper?
Now under normal circumstances I hardly read the papers ( a very bad habit for someone who works in Communications!) but when I got home I asked my Mum if she had today’s Daily Graphic
“Yes, I didn’t see anything interesting in it though. Is there something interesting in it” she asked. “Oh, no” I responded.
But there is something interesting in the Daily …

Historically there have been some categories of people that I thought it was completely out of the question to date/hook up with:
* My friend’s ex
* The friend of an ex
* The brother (sister or any relative) of an ex
* Someone who liked my friend first (before deciding that he liked me)
As far as I was concerned it was nothing short of treachery for any friend of mine to date my ex. I remember and my group of college friends and I ostracising a mutual friend who started dating my ex boyfriend. We were so mean to her and eventually the guy in question did not treat her much better.
At a party in Accra several weeks …

I was parking in front of the house gates when out of the corner of my eye I saw a man run up to a woman and grab something off her. I thought to myself “Am I witnessing a robbery at 9pm?” “Give me my phone” she started yelling. I got out of my car and started screaming, “Stop it! What are you doing? Shame!” He was holding her by the shoulders and shaking her like a rag doll…she crumbled to the floor and started sobbing. Big, huge, racking sobs…no one was doing anything. The security staff of the house next door were still standing guard over the house they’re meant to protect. I called …