Mwenda was straddled on top of Qata, topless; plaits tousled, white cotton sheets on the rustic bed, crinkled. Her dainty hands were wrapped around his strong neck. He was looking up at her with a bemused …
Category: Fiction
When you own the club you do not really enjoy the night. So he watched. Motivation had just come on and he saw her, standing or really just dancing by herself, moving to Kelly Rowland’s motivation …
Chuma lay in the dark and tried to stop his dick from rising. He tried – and failed – to stop his ears hearing his girlfriend Amanda disrobe. First the tud tud of her cloth-covered buttons as they …
Her heart beat matched each tick of her wristwatch which in her books was a far cry from steady. Beads of sweat from anticipation lined the bridge of her upper lip. It was time to see …
This is a multi part story. Click here to read part 1. Here to read part 2. Here to read part 3. “Please tell me this is not the only time we are going to do …
“Sss! Ssssss! Taxi! Hei! Taxi!!!” “Frema, what are you doing? We need to run!” Frema cursed as the taxi driver shot them a skeptical glance and drove off, honking his horn in hopes of attracting less …
Frema picked at her plate and sighed, occasionally shooting Pomaa crestfallen glances through glassy eyes. The last time Pomaa had seen Frema this disconsolate was when Shabba Ranks had come to Ghana and Auntie Sinticlaire forbade …
“Why does he keep sending you notes on exercise book paper? Doesn’t he have a cell phone?” “I don’t know…I’ve never asked him for his number.” Pomaa took a carefully folded piece of paper from a …
It’s difficult to explain the rush of fluids within my system every time I look at Kwame. And those fluids? All so delicious and welcome. They say you do not need to be with everyone you …
“Wooooooo!!!!!” Frema threw her hands in the air the moment she walked through the red upholstered doors at Club Aphrodisiac, shaking her hips and smiling at anyone who glanced her way. Pomaa rubbed her elbow and …