My Husband’s Whore


Wunmi was bored. It was a Tuesday morning and she was in the kitchen making breakfast for her husband of one year. Oats and Akara. The same breakfast she made every Tuesday. Tolu liked routine. He likes predictability. He liked waking up in the morning and the day basically planned out for him, down to what he would eat. That was one big difference between them both, but she loved him. Who wouldn’t? Continue reading

The Mechanic

mechanicI cannot believe this, what do I do? Jesus! How do I resolve this?!  Right now?! Really!!!!

Eno found it difficult to think in her high state, She sat in the car confused, tried to start the car again, no luck. Eno got out of the car terrified, it was 11:45PM, she paced back and forth as cars sped off past her. She pulled a lever inside the car to open up the bonnet and see if she can fiddle with something under the hood that can help her start the car. Continue reading

STORY: The Delayed Parole

black-couple-kissing-pfShe called that she was downstairs, I really wanted to believe but the fact is she had cancelled parole at the last minute several times at least 7 times. Did I really want her to come? Yes, absolutely. Was I sure she was downstairs, Maybe and maybe not but I seriously wanted her to come.

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Chuma’s Dilemma


Chuma lay in the dark and tried to stop his dick from rising. He tried – and failed – to stop his ears hearing his girlfriend Amanda disrobe.  First the tud tud of her cloth-covered buttons as they slid roughly out of the button holes. He could hear it slide over her shoulders, her arms and drop to the floor. Chuma pictured the downy, fair hair on her arms. In even the weakest sunlight, she seemed to be covered by a layer of beach sand. He thought about how that blonde hair lightened, became almost white against her orangey skin in the summer. Continue reading

The Prom Night


By Guest Writer.

Her name was Rukayaat. All through our secondary school period my eyes were on her and I always felt and wish she felt the same. What made me want her the more was; apart from her Sexy behind, and voluptuous breasts, no boy had ever ‘smooshed’ her – a word we secondary students used as relating to romance.

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The Best Fuck Weekend


Have you ever clicked on a stranger’s DP on Twitter and just gasp out loud at the greatness of the lord…well that is exactly what happened to me the first time I saw Luqman’s picture over a year ago. I don’t think I ever pressed the follow button as quickly as I did that day and praise Jah he followed me back. Continue reading

The Corper’s Sexcapade


It took Herculean effort on my part, to wake up 3am in the morning, every morning, for the past week and a half. I was fed up, tired, irritated, hungry, and angry, half the time. Being called an ‘Otondo Corper’ didn’t help my demeanor.

I despised the soldiers and colleagues as well, they were all so uncouth, shouting ‘double up!’ almost every time I hit the streets of Calabar camp. I had lost all zest for life, as being posted to where I didn’t want, meant to me that my life was on hold for a whole year. Continue reading

Morning Fuck


I slowly opened my eyes, the light of the brand new day was obstructed from the room as the curtains were still closed. It was Saturday and it was a good feeling knowing I do not have to get up for work. I stretched and yawned. I reached for my phone to look at the time. 7:23 am. The kids will still be asleep for at least another hour. I turned to my side and watched my husband, still deeply asleep. He doesn’t snore. One of the many things I love about him. He was lying on his back, shirtless, in only his shorts. I eyed him. Due to our busy schedules, it has been almost a week since the last time we were intimate. I wondered if I should wake him up, or if getting up and getting started on the chores around the house would make me a better wife. I figured my husband will be more appreciative of a blow job than a clean home. Continue reading