Dede looked down at Louis, resting his head against her bosom. She ran gentle hands through his curls and leaned down to kiss the top of his head. As she looked at him, she was filled with a rush of emotions. The last couple of days had been hell for both of them, especially him, and seeing her usually exuberant partner appear so quiet tugged at her heartstrings. He was such a sweet man who brought so much laughter and …
Category: Fiction
I was eleven years old when I met my husband. He was thirty-seven years old, and I was going to be his third wife and the youngest he had ever selected for a wife. That made …
The world must be coming to an end because I signed myself up for conversion therapy on purpose. And now that I’m here, I’m wondering what kind of madness possessed me to even consider it. Still …
Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni ‘That’s the reason she has not been speaking to me? I mean, I get it. That girl is gorgeous. She has a beautiful body. I stood no chance. But it …
Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni Sphe woke up that Monday feeling uneasy. If she could, she would skip everything else and head straight to school, but personal hygiene is a thing. She rushed through all …
Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni “What are you sorry for, Dad? For barely taking the time out to get to know me as your daughter or for breaking Mom’s heart? I have tried to do …
Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni After Ropa left Sphe’s house, they never talked about their sexual encounter. They both felt the shift in their relationship but didn’t know if it was worth the conversation, so …
Written by Mircale Okah It was with Goke that Lillian learnt how to whine her waist while sitting on a dick. “When you have fully sat on it, draw a letter ‘P’ with your waist… yes… …
I settle down again in my former position, curling into the chair. “I’m Ebo,” the stranger says when he sits on his. “Nice to meet you.” “I’m Nina. Nice to meet you too,” I reply, meaning …
I’m an introvert. This means that I love to stay indoors, enjoy my own company a little too much, and so simply inviting me out is not enough. You need to convince me that it’s in …
Written by Balogun Iretomiwa Arsela stood naked in front of the full-length mirror and took a good look at herself. She couldn’t believe what she saw; it seemed so surreal, impossible. Suddenly, an arm came from …