I was standing by the elevator when I noticed her out of the corner of my eye. In an empty room barren of sound and dim with the day’s farewell, there she was, sitting obediently at …
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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 …
I have never associated sexual acts with any local Ghanaian language. Sex for me has always been synonymous with the English language. I have never questioned why. I have never even been conscious of this fact …
I have always loved sex, apart from an unfortunate first time incident, and vowed to always have satisfying sex; I have been known to hop off a dick halfway through if the man’s moves were not …
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 …
Rest Night The night is for rest This night is for loving Tender sweet wet loving Squishy warm slush Sticky glistening flush Rest who? I want to be taken Taken and owned Dominated Filled cupped tipped …
‘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 …
I finally rolled off. Charles swiped two fingers through my pussy one last time and stuck them in his mouth, licking off his fingers one by one. He wiggled his eyebrows at me. I crossed my …
Ya’ll, my ovaries are dying like literally I mean, metaphorically. I’ve started to hyperventilate and somewhat started to exhibit symptoms of a mid life crisis. My African people, no, I am not dying of ovarian cancer …
I am an ardent masturbator. I think the right to pleasure yourself should be a human right – and I am not being flippant. Think of how much the STIs would be reduced, maybe eradicated, or …