The week after the Prayer Circle was formed, the three women — Mary, Nana Adjoa, and Rosie — were on cloud nine. They had found a new purpose that excited them and also gave them something …
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Catch up here. After three months of working as a sex worker, I have met different types of men — and women. Some just needed a quick fuck – wham, bang, goodbye. Others like to take …
As I approached the backyard, I was assailed by a bout of rebellion. I was a grown-ass woman for goodness sake. I was a woman of twenty-six years who had a right to a sexual life. …
“Mom, I’m sorry! It was a mis- “ “Don’t listen to your mother, Dee. She’s just jealous,” Dad’s voice came over the phone. I took the phone off my ear to stare at it in confusion. …
“What the fuck, Dee? It is not even 7 am. Why would you wake me up? You know I was up late writing,” my best friend Gina cried in sleepy irritation after she picked up my …
The Sexventures of the Prayer Circle Wives Chapter 1: Wine, Sisterhood & Shared Frustration (Part 3)
At the ensuing shocked silence that followed her declaration, Rosie hastened to add, “Usually, for any normal hot-blooded male, this wouldn’t even be a problem. My previous boyfriends loved my mouth on their penises, which wasn’t …
The Sexventures of the Prayer Circle Wives Chapter 1: Wine, Sisterhood & Shared Frustration (Part 2)
Pastor Fiifi looked at his wife and the other two women in surprise. “Mary! What is the meaning of this?” “It is not their fault. For what it’s worth, they tried to stop me,” Rosie defended …
The Sexventures of the Prayer Circle Wives Chapter 1: Wine, Sisterhood & Shared Frustration (Part 1)
Four married, small-town women with very religious husbands bond over their mutual shared sexual frustration and meet under the guise of prayer meetings to discuss ways to derive sexual satisfaction from their conservative husbands. The group …
Your phone says it is 4am. You smell something sweet in your dream. Rolling over half asleep, you dream speak to your partner. ‘That’s bread’. Yes, it is a bakery. The singular notes of vanilla, nutmeg, …
Elle avait laissé sa tête reposer sous une baignoire d’eau, tout son corps immergé, pendant plus de quelques secondes. Le plaisir qu’il apportait était un sentiment de néant. Flottant dans un vide libérateur. Dans le mélange …