I want him to want me until it drives him to his knees. I want him to want to fuck me till it’s all he thinks about, almost like his brain is not capable of forming any other thought. I want him to want me till my presence unsettles him… Like Ouleymatou’s cry in Scarlet Song, “unsettle him, Mabo Dialli!” That remains my cry since the day I met him. I want him turned all the way on by me, …
Category: Erotica
I am sitting on the balcony of our family home in Jinja, Uganda, looking at the River Nile right at the bottom of our garden. This spot and this view has truly added a lot of …
She lowers her head and I shut my eyes as she kisses me, tenderly this time. I kiss her back. She pulls back and whispers against my mouth, her forehead against mine. “You finally stopped thinking.” …
She held my hand and then led me in the direction of what I assumed was the bedroom. It turned out it wasn’t. It was the bathroom. She shed her clothes and asked me to do …
The rest of the week went by without her coming on to me or anything. I didn’t avoid her but I also didn’t try to get close to her or anything. It was Friday and we …
I am a control freak. It’s one of the reasons I don’t have a boyfriend. I tend to intimidate the guys I date. I try to be weak and needy but it’s just not me. I …
I entered the stall and leaned against the wall for a second. I did not need to use the bathroom. I just needed to get away from her gaze. I wasn’t scared of her, no. She …
Written by Naomi Having men who were attracted to me has never been a big deal. I mean, if it were a matter of quantity, I would probably be in a relationship with all the men …
Written by Fu “Are you ready?” she one-kneed herself across the edge of the bed and signalled me to move to her. We knelt at eye level for a while, her eyes never leaving my face …
Written by Naomi “I can’t believe this is happening.” I whimpered to myself, just before I rang the doorbell. The door cracked open to reveal the brightest pair of honey eyes and a mischievous gap-toothed grin …
I think we’re alone now. There doesn’t seem to be anyone around. The beating of our hearts is the only sound. Can you hear them pound? I can hear mine. The lub-dub of my heart is …