When they were ready to leave, my mother patted the space on the bed next to her and invited me to come and sit closer. “How have the bedroom activities between you and your husband been?” …
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Two months and two weeks after I became a wife, my mother and aunt came to visit. They gushed over the house, as I knew they would. My mother could hardly tear her eyes away from …
Written by Nifemi We are at a party together. An official kind of event. You’re wearing your three-piece suit—the type you wore with her in the picture. But dark blue this time. I knew I’d like …
“Why don’t you like me?” I asked Nafisa sadly, moving closer instead. Her eyes widened, and she asked in surprise. “Is that what you think? That I don’t like you?” Her response confused me. She had …
Rama drew my attention away from the mirror. “One of the boys will bring your luggage soon, and then you can refresh yourself in the bathroom and get some re—” She paused as if she just …
I was excited about my new life. My mother and aunt had told me how enjoyable marriage was going to be and I was looking forward to it. It was nice to ride in a private …
Written by Leelee Benson Before now, celibacy was never an option. The thought of abstinence never crossed my mind—not even as an afterthought. Like an unconscious addict, desirability was my drug, seduction my tool, and sex …
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 …
Written by Sheila Kal Where is my sunlight? Viola Davis, Oprah + Viola: A Netflix Special Cry, childso the memory is soft The night lights across Tokyo both fascinate and separate me evenlyHow can a people collectively live so …
My first mistake was locking eyes with you in a roomful of people who hated each other. We were on opposite sides of the battle, and finding someone who looked as bored as I was by …