Written by Chidinma Mercy Intimacy is often regarded as an act of physical closeness, yet for women, it is often linked with a complex web of emotional expectations. Cultural norms and societal pressures have historically pointed …
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Written by Balogun Iretomiwa Arsela stood naked in front of the full-length mirror and took a good look at herself. She couldn’t believe what she saw; it seemed so surreal, impossible. Suddenly, an arm came from …
Written by Ayanlowo Eniiyi There’s scarcely a lesbian that hasn’t heard some variation of the tired old “you are not a real lesbian if you use a strap-on” argument. And honestly, what’s all the fuss about? …
Written by Winifred Òdúnóku 1 You’re supposed to be doing an assignment on your laptop, but your mind is far away. Sitting across from you is Fela, a fellow student who shares the same sleeping space—one …
Written By Nyambura “It feels like tears falling from my eyes,” he tells me when he is pulling out. As I absorb those words, I keep looking at him. He has wonderful eyes. They are a …
Written by Karen Muthoni I saw you. You were there with me, not her.Me.We danced naked, And cooked Chinese, And kissed French. Heard you call it cliché now. I could hear you. Your voice; that raspy delicate tone …
Written by Adanna Uzoma Dear Diary (Scratch that! Dear Adventures Readers), I think I might be barren…and maybe, I don’t mind. No, it hasn’t been verified and substantiated by the doctor. So, how do I know? …
Written by Nnennaya Finding love in Nigeria is tough—especially when all you want is a healthy, fulfilling connection that’s free from stress and toxicity. After enduring the pain and exhaustion of three stressful relationships in the …
Written by Moraa. Three months without your touch,seems minimal, but is much.My memory of you is outstanding,your painful absence notwithstanding. I touch myself to thoughts of you,I cum hard but still feel blue.I wish the world …
Written by Wolverine Her: Lips warm, soft, pliant against mine. His tongue invades my mouth. I’m on my tippy toes, head tilted up, my arms on his broad shoulders. Him: As our tongues dance, I can …