PART 1 “I hate my mother.” The woman sitting on the beige antique chair across from me doesn’t show any reaction to my unusual announcement. She is a pretty woman in her late thirties, about 5ft9, …
Author: A. Duchess
The next morning, Rosie woke up next to her husband in the guest room to find him watching her pensively. She groaned in frustration, the morning-after glow evaporating when she saw that he obviously regretted the …
The week after the Prayer Circle was formed, the three women — Mary, Nana Adjoa, and Rosie — were on cloud nine. They had found a new purpose that excited them and also gave them something …
Let me give you a scenario. Imagine falling in love with the man of your dreams who is also great in bed. So, you have this man who is attracted to you and can’t keep his …
Catch up here. After three months of working as a sex worker, I have met different types of men — and women. Some just needed a quick fuck – wham, bang, goodbye. Others like to take …
The third time I saw her was at the stream. She was wearing shorts that stopped two inches from her knees, and a sleeveless top that looked more comfortable in the heat than the long skirt …
The first time I saw her was in church. I had just elbowed my sister Mansa awake for the fourth time from her usual dozing during church service. I would have left her to sleep, but …
As I approached the backyard, I was assailed by a bout of rebellion. I was a grown-ass woman for goodness sake. I was a woman of twenty-six years who had a right to a sexual life. …
“Mom, I’m sorry! It was a mis- “ “Don’t listen to your mother, Dee. She’s just jealous,” Dad’s voice came over the phone. I took the phone off my ear to stare at it in confusion. …
“What the fuck, Dee? It is not even 7 am. Why would you wake me up? You know I was up late writing,” my best friend Gina cried in sleepy irritation after she picked up my …