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]

It all started when she sent me a Facebook message. “Hey, I’m a big fan of your writing and I realized we went to the same college so wanted to reach out and say Hi”. I can’t remember what I said in response but I confirmed her friend request. 15th August 2010 I was in London for a conference and updated my Facebook status to that effect. She sent me another message, “Are you actually in London? I live in Islington. I would love ...  [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]

‘I love women, they do things to me’. Truer words were never spoken. 'What do women do in bed? Doesn't it get boring?’ Senseless questions that need a sensual answer. How can you not quiver when you think of all the things a woman can do? How can you not want to spend that extra moment of longing whilst you think and imagine the tastes and sounds and visuals that come with two women clutching, writhing, moaning, scratching, ...  [Read more]

So I have a confession. I am not proud of it. I had sex with a woman. And it sucked. It sucked big time. Though neither of us did. Suck I mean. At least not each other. Perhaps being cunning linguists might have helped the interaction be more exciting. As it was, it wasn’t. What I am ashamed of is not the having sex with a woman. It is how much it sucked. If the phrase “womp, womp, womp” could ever be the soundtrack for a sexual experience ...  [Read more]

Hello Lovely People! Today I’ve decided to wade into the controversial waters of gay/ lesbian rights. Most Africans are ‘allegedly’ conservative and so it appears that the farther a person strays from vanilla sex (vanilla sex meaning: straight, conservative sex, missionary position preferred, both parties polite and maybe a tad bit shy about the act itself), the more condemned you would be by African society. So, it is no surprise that ...  [Read more]

A girls virginity is something to be treasured right? (well that’s what they say anyway). People build such anticipation for that first time you give yourself to someone. Will you enjoy it? Will it be painful? Will it be with a special person? When the topic of your first time and losing your virginity comes up I always feel left out and it seems people really like talking about it. See the thing is I don’t consider myself to have lost my ...  [Read more]

It started innocently enough. Drinking games on a summer afternoon. A group of young ladies cackling about, men, education, boys, friends, fellas, holiday drunkenness and of course men. Hours passed and when the sun disappeared so did two within the group. The search for them ended in the furthest corner of the holiday house in a room many of the other occupants didn’t know existed. Entering this domain allowed a sneak peek into an affair ...  [Read more]

The light in the room is dim, that kind of almost candle-light glow coming from a small lamp. We are being reckless, laughing through the corridor where our friends can hear us, running into the bedroom and closing the door with a loud bang. I am already melting, pure sweetness between my thighs. She takes me towards the bed, pulls me close and I can feel the strap-on in her jeans and her breasts pressed against mine. She runs her velvet lips ...  [Read more]

Yesterday I was privileged to be at the first meet-up for Queer Ladies of African Descent (QLAD), which took place in a Seneglase restaurant in uptown New York. I ate grilled tilapia, couscous and kelewele in the company of some of the nicest ladies I have met in a long while. C and I were ‘doing’ kokonsa (gossiping) during the meeting about a party of 4 women and 1 man that were sitting to the right of our table. ‘Are they all his ...  [Read more]