Worship was superb. The music was as solemn as the voice of the female chorister who led us was angelic. Our massive pipe organ provided a fitting accompaniment to the familiar tunes, and the perfection of the new multi-million-naira church building’s acoustics made sure all the ears within its walls were blessed with harmony. Almost every member of the more than one thousand strong congregations stood with their eyes closed and their slowly waving hands raised towards heaven. Some had…
Photo Credit – Google I’ll wait and watch, barely containing my impatience as you take your time to strip off every item of clothing on you. Usually it would be me doing the de-robing, but for our first time out I’m afraid you’ll see my fingers shake while I do so, or worse still I may lose my head and tear everything off your skin in a frenzy just like hunger makes me tear the nylon off Agege bread. It…
Photo Credits – Google Just the two of us, Alone, hidden from the world, Somewhere secret on Passion Street, Where sweaty bodies sync, And a belabored bed sings, As hearts mutually beat, To the rapturous rhythm, Of coital bliss! Nothing else counts, Naira, dollars or pounds, Propriety can wait, Society and its judgmental face, Morals forgotten at the gate, While we relate, Out of sight, you and I, Thirsty souls, cummin’ nigh…
Photo credits – Google Woman like sun ripened agbalumo, Golden brown skin, all smooth and yummy looking, Freshly plucked and washed clean, A perfect example of God’s bountiful giving. Man like an infant unweaned, Ravenous, long famished of milk for no reason, Parts stiffened with furious blood pumping, And armed with a dogged hunter’s cunning. Let there be soulful feeding, Exactly as the creator designed it to be, A consensual something, Passionate, intense, and mutually fulfilling, …
Photo Credits – Google “Will it hurt?” His handsome face broke into a sweet smile, although there was a weird light in his eyes as he answered me. “Hurt? No. Never! Love never hurts anyone. It’s a beautiful thing that only brings laughter and pleasure and joy. That’s why everyone desires it.” If only I was grown enough to know better. He had no reason to lie to me, or so I thought in my innocence. As…
Image Credits – Shutterstock.com For weeks afterwards I had to square my chin and endure her constant jibes. Everyone heard (by everyone I mean those in our circle), about how a simple “no” had stopped me from getting to the garden between her thighs. Who could blame me for wanting to? I was young and flush with raging hormones and she had such a nubile body (at least to my teenage eyes). I liked her and I knew she liked…
Photo Credits – Bar Enclave I walked through the black gates, hoping to not regret the visit. Twitter hype brought me here, twitter hype and maybe basic economics. My DSTV payments had been on hold for a while on account of the wind of change – Buhari’s financial harmattan – but my darling Red Devils were playing the Chavs that afternoon in the English Premiership and I had to watch the match live, especially given Mou’s involvement. Most of the…
Photo Credits – 123RF.com He’s new to the game, this one. It is his first time, I can tell. The way he averts his eyes when he finally asks if I’m available, his confusion as to how and what exactly to ask, the furtive glances around the hall to see if he’s not acting out of place or if anyone is watching, the burden of guilt that hangs around his shoulders and drags them down and the slight hesitation when…
Photo Credits – Google “Suzanne, its past nine o’clock and you’re still here hammering the keyboard as if day just broke. Won’t you go home?” Startled, Suzanne looked up from her screen, removed her glasses and yawned, then rubbed both of her tired eyes before putting them back on. She had been engrossed in the piece she was editing.
Hey guys, here’s a quick question. Have you ever had to fake an orgasm to get out of err….a ‘situation’? Word on the streets is that ladies do this a – plenty but guys, has it ever happened to you?