"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]

Okay it happened, on my birthday *which is why I no fit forget am; imagine, my birthday *smh. Anyway we planned the day carefully, luxurious 4-star hotel, Chinese food, dancing and hot sex after it all. We got to the hotel, booked into one of their suites and started pre smooching. Got over a nice quickie then started getting ready for dinner at the restaurant. The evening went so well, I didn’t dance as much as I wanted because he was horny ...  [Read more]

“You gan, you be suwegbe!” Ibrahim hollered at me as I gazed, mouth agape at him. I was stark naked. We were stark naked. Me, Ibro, Sunday and Olu, all stark naked, and all clutching our phalluses which glistened in the semi-darkness, consequence of the Vaseline which we’ve so generously lavished on them. I was the youngest of the bunch, just fourteen. Ibrahim was the oldest and biggest, he was twenty. Olu was nineteen and Sunday eighteen. ...  [Read more]

I passed right through the noisy front den, aware of all the lascivious stares piercing through my legging-clad ass. I pulled my jacket closer to hide the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra under my lace top; a deliberate attempt at seduction for who it was meant for. I walked straight to the opening that led into the sunken, dimly lit alcove where he said he would be. Vision was difficult and all I could see was a group of giggling Asian girls ...  [Read more]

In a few hours it will be 2013, and a few weeks into 2013 it will be 4 years since Malaka and I started this blog. 4 years ago in my introductory post I shared what had motivated me to start this blog. Its been an amazing 4 years and I have learnt a lot from writing and curating this site. I have met some fabulous people, been impressed with the quality of writing from our numerous guest contributors, been shocked, amused, turned on, by what we ...  [Read more]

We sat in the car, he reached for my head, pulled me closer and kissed me again. He didn't want to stop, I was enjoying it; felt the wetness in my special lady parts *yes kissing gets me there. Good kissing ooo not just anything*. I felt his deep aroused breath as he leaned in more for the kiss. He reached around my short dress *yes it made me easy to access, no I no sheda wear am ;)*. The good girl in me, who has been virtually stifled these ...  [Read more]

One evening when my lover came round for our regular evening visit I made a joke that I would strip for him. This sparked his interest and of course he wanted me to act on it and surprisingly though I tried to joke my way out of it I wanted to do it to. Its not a big deal to some but I've never given anyone a lap dance, none of my past boyfriends not even the long term ones...although thinking about it now many of them wanted me to give them ...  [Read more]

I took a one hour trotro trip just to meet up with him. I knew right from the moment he said he’ll be somewhere close to my Region; I wanted to get down and dirty with him. I’d tried a steamy one hour make-out session with him about two months ago and I felt no spark. After much deliberation and consultation, it was agreed *among selected women-folk of mine* to give him a second try. Maybe I wasn’t in the right frame of mind then. I mean, ...  [Read more]

Yesterday, over drinks with new friends, I was telling the story of a close friend who went on a ‘boy’s trip’ to Brazil. The highlight of his story (which I’ll admit I was retelling with a lot of glee) was of the ‘clubs’ in Rio that, for all intents and purposes, are brothels. Guys pay approximately $100 at the door for access to the women you can manage to pull inside. The second floor and above is adorned with rooms for your ...  [Read more]

Dear beautiful woman, My hands are shaking as I attempt to write this. I’m not sure if its my body’s reaction to copious amounts of alcohol from last night or a manifestation of my resistance to share this. My body has done some strange things lately. On Friday night, I hyperventilated in the bathtub. It had been a long day, and an even longer week with too little sleep. I wanted to give my flesh some relief but as I swooshed in the ...  [Read more]