Death is… La petite mort. The little death. Sensations deep within me. Clenched muscles… A quickening of breath. Death is… Pleasure New bodies, new textures, new flavors. Death is… A renewal amongst lovers. Death is… Being …
Category: Creative Non Fiction
There are a myriad of voices to be heard in a cemetery if you listen. There are contented sighs from people enjoying well deserved rest from their labors, gnashing of teeth by evil persons only remembered …
The feeling was good that night, breezy weather and music draped around a buzzing crowd, a beautiful end to the holiday. The man, let’s call him Dick, was not a stranger. He lived with a friend …
It begins with a chat. A stranger contacts you through a private message on social media. He tells you that he saw your work and that it touched him. You’re wary of unsolicited messages from men. …
“It’s NOT a relationship, we don’t relate. WE FUCK. Call it a fuckship if you want.” Marissa said as she tipped the glass to her lips and took a sip. “Girl, that’s a relation-ship, a fuck-ship… …
I can’t point to one specific moment and claim that everything started then. Maybe if I tell you, it will be easy for both of us to find the exact moment. Maybe it does not matter. …
*This story continues Afua’s saga. Some events have been changed to protect the identity of the characters. Someone was banging on Afua’s gate. Three short raps, two long ones and another three swift bangs. That could …
This couple’s name has been changed to protect their identity* Kojo’s ragged snoring woke Afua from a fitful sleep. Their sheets were hot and sticky, a clamminess caused by their recent love-making and listless air. …
I can’t wait to have sex with him. Something tells me it will be good. I get so turned on when he sucks on my nipples and normally boob action doesn’t do it for me. It’s …
[This is a multi part story. Read part 1 here , part 2 here and part 3 here] For the next few months, we enjoyed each other’s company whenever we could, creating opportunities to get together …