A story in 3 parts: Part One- The Thirst Tap Don’t Close “Billy’s Hella Fuckable” Like when Lady MC said, “This chair looks hella empty, Needs something to sit on it” That’s what i’d say about Billy’s face Like- Afrobeat yoga? I mean, Did my ancestors point you directly to my pussy or what? I knew those bitches loved me Like- Fuckability is a constant Like gravity First principles type shit Ain’t no ring or relationship that rubs this aura …
Hi Marge, feeling good today? Yes, I am. Wassup? Well, I was thinking of coming by and eating your pussy if you’re game. If I am game? If? Bitch yes. 8 pm. Thanks. The shortest most …
Remember when I said Bo was slow poison which I didn’t mind dying from? You’ll see why. We met once again in his office as scheduled. This time I decided to go along with one of …
He gently squeezed my breasts to alert me he was up. I felt him at first touch. I had laid next to him the whole night listening to him softly breathe, out of envy and anxiety. …
Too much time had passed since Maleek last saw Zara. And she was wondering what had gone so wrong with him to necessitate his “disappearance”. She had been to the hospital a couple of days after …
Maleek stared at the soft curves of her neck and the grace with which she moved as she walked into the cabin. Despite the pain of her past which laced her eyes every so often, all …
I’d been in the field working for days and I was craving a long hot bath in a bathroom that didn’t feel so strange. I missed my bed and the safety of my own walls while …
Bilay took off her pants and left them rolled up. Normally, seeing that would have irritated Charlie but her eyes were otherwise occupied. “You like it?” asked Bilay, swaying sensuously. Charlie said nothing, just stared. Bilay’s …
Nobody likes Biology practicals. The lab is dark and airless, and instead of microscopes and Petri dishes, we have only decomposing carcasses of dissected frogs and lizards spread across the tables. The whole room smells like …
I wish I could say I noticed him the minute I saw him, but that would be a lie. I’m often a dumbass, head stuck in the clouds of my career and life and money, money, …
There’s something about Black bodies making love that transcends ‘sex’. It’s art in motion. It’s beauty and life. It’s magic. Write a story inspired by this image and send it to adventuresfrom[at]gmaildotcom …
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