The tears fell down. They fell down onto his bare torso. You see, I was on top of him, riding him like a horse in full gallop; my naked breasts jiggling to the rhythm I had created. He was lying back, eyes closed, with a pained expression on his face which undoubtedly showed pure pleasure. His hands were caressing my waist and hips and thighs. *** The tears became too much; they became so much that I stopped winding around …
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When I was young and naïve, I used to think that when a woman gets married God plants a seed in her belly which grows into a baby. How else could one explain why a woman’s …
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 …
I like flowers. They invoke feelings and thoughts of beauty and life; two aspects that wax and wane, not unlike the moon. I find floral prints quite charming but I’m pragmatic enough to acknowledge that too …