I’m fairly comfortable in bed with men. Most men are really not that difficult to please are they? Sometimes they get off by just gazing at your boobs or arse. Others like to have their nipples sucked. Some want to watch you touch yourself. Most men love to have their dicks sucked…so what do you do when you meet a guy who only likes one of the above? Oh and that ‘one’ is watching you touch yourself. Surely you can’t do that more than once during a set sexual encounter?
So it was just my luck to have an encounter with a man whose erotic zones are his ears, balls and feet? Balls are easy, but …

So by popular request I went back to GG and TG to ask if they had continued their explosive BB conversations, and they had. They sent me a long update which I have divided into 2 parts. If you haven’t read part 1 click here and if you just want to continue to part 2, well here you go:
GG: Missed you
TG: Missed you too. Are you asleep?
GG: No I am out and about. You?
TG: I’m out too. Tomorrow is a public holiday
TG: Ps: did you read Nanas Blog? =))
GG: I will tomorrow
GG: I want a kiss
TG: How would you like me to kiss you?
GG: Soft and slowly
GG: Nibble my lip and gently lick them
TG: Can …

A few days ago I had a conversation with a friend about “crushes” and the sexy guys in our lives who were either out of reach or unavailable, but somehow constantly in our minds. As an “unavailable woman” myself (well, married), at first it was hard for me to relate to what she was saying but by nudging the tigress in me, I finally realised (and admitted) that crushes were things I had definitely dealt with during my past relationships. My friend went as far as challenging me to dig deeper and remember some of the best orgasms I had had in the past. Were they really courtesy of the person I was sleeping with? …

[I wrote this post on Friday, 21st October but didn't get to put it up until today]
 
I dressed like Ms Haversham this morning. Or at least what I imagined Ms Haversham would dress like. I wore a fitted green top, neatly tucked into a midi length, black, A-line shaped skirt.   It wasn’t the most attractive outfit I have ever worn, and not particularly reflective of my personal style but I was going to the Dr and I wanted to be taken seriously. The Ms Haversham outfit was my second change of the day. How I dress is affected by my mood and the occasion. Sometimes I feel that I want to wear a particular outfit, …

And exercise seems to be loving me back!
Women across the continent are getting more involved in fitness routines than ever before. Many cultures in Africa put a premium on women with fuller figures, sometimes going as far as to force feed young girls to the point of vomiting, or isolating brides to be in “fattening huts/houses”. Many believe these practices to be primitive, and I haven’t polled any men in modern African men in order to judge what their preferences are for this century…not that I particularly care. As Nana once said to me many years ago, a woman must be in control of the pursuit of her own pleasure. I believe this encompasses body …

I know I said a while ago that I do not do hook ups, but hey, I reserve the right to do special favours for friends
A few days ago, one of my women friends outside Ghana contacted me via BBM:
TG: Nana, I need you to hook me up with a nice Ghana girl. I’m serious. Hook me up. I can’t do it here.
Nana : Hahahaha
I couldn’t help but laugh because when we last saw each other about a year ago, we started talking about ‘Adventures’, which lead to conversations about sexual practices, and she was one of those women who described herself as ‘strictly dickly’. What on earth had accounted for this change?
TG: …

I hate my periods.
Full stop.
I just don’t get it. I wish I could be all earth mother’ish about the sustenance of life flowing out of my body but I just can’t.
Periods suck.
Big time.
Plus mine last FOREVER…6 days! Without fail, every 25 days or so I start to bleed. I can’t wear thongs in that period (cos I fill a super sized tampon in less than an hour. Okay that’s a bit of an exaggeration). I can’t wear white cos there have been occasions when I have soiled my clothes…(which reminds me of my days at St Mary’s Secondary School where we wore white school uniforms, if you soiled your uniform you would tie your blue …

I’m a born again virgin. Well that’s how my friend E described me a few weeks ago ‘cos I seem to be going through the longest sexual drought that I have ever experienced. Now I’m very aware that my definition of a sexual drought may not be your definition of what constitutes a drought, but in my world it’s the Sahara. The last time I had ‘full on’ sex was in March this year, but since then its only been a few instances of oral sex with an ex and one of my special friends (in separate encounters I may add). Even my toys no longer seem as exciting…
So what’s accounted for this sexual drought?
Clearly …

The horizontal line dance.
Hide the rainbow roll.
Biblical knowledge.
Fucking/Fekking/Focking.
Science.
Morning Glory.
Screwing.
Sugar.
Banging.
Boning.
Doing it.
De t’ing.
Copulation.
Coitus.
Intercourse.
Brushing.
Whatever you call, it feels great! By the way, what DO you call it?

This is a message I received recently from Ms E:
“…Nana…I have a problem and i really need your help. I have been going out with my boyfriend for the past three years and we haven’t had “penetrative” sex all this while. Before we started this relationship i told him that i was a virgin but the truth is that three years before i met him i had sex with another boy and just last year i had another with a different boy. He still thinks am a virgin and he keeps worrying me that he wants to do it. I also want him to have me but i am scared he will leave when he …