At home, I treat myself to a glass of pinotage, a springbok carpaccio and avo salad. I giggle at the subconscious choice to have a light meal, something I would usually do if I had reason to believe I was going to have a long, kinky night that didn’t need a bloated stomach. I run myself a bubble bath and dig out my essential oils and candles that I haven’t touched in almost a year. I burn some incense and …
“I can’t marry you.” Those were the words that kept ringing in my head ever since he said them to me. My relationship of 3 years ended months ago and while everyone is talking about how …
This weekend is for Babe. It’s the first time we’re seeing each other since the phone call episode. After exchanging I miss you’s and hugs, he gets in the shower, gets out, we eat and talk …
Whenever I introduce myself I always say, “I’m a disabled sex worker and a reluctant activist, a mom, and an entrepreneur”. It’s a lot of hats to wear, all with different reactions and expectations. When somebody …
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 …
It was late when he first messaged me online. I was drunk and horny, and his tweets were clever. A girl can only take so much. He was funny in the messages too. Not hilarious, but …
Death is… La petite mort. The little death. Sensations deep within me. Clenched muscles… A quickening of breath. Death is… Pleasure New bodies, new textures, new flavors. Death is… A renewal amongst lovers. Death is… Being …
Once again we found ourselves just inches off Osu’s one-way streets at our usual Attiéké location where three entrepreneurial Francophone ladies has set up their business. Selling Attiéké (akin to moist gari), complemented with avocado, fish, …
So you are with someone who totally digs you, Who has that mental stimulation you crave in a partner, Who makes you feel like you are royalty each time. So you are with someone whose company …
(Read Part 1 here, and Part 2 here) If they had not been kissing, she would have yelled. He slowly started maneuvering down her body. This time, he wasn’t teasing her. He took her left boob …
He stepped into the room; she stood there in a short, black silk dress that clung to her like a suggestion, accentuating every captivating curve. He stood for a moment and simply watched her, taking in …
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