Confiteor

“Bless me father for I have sinned. I’m sorry, I’m not catholic, I’ve never done this before, I don’t really know the procedure”

“It’s ok my son. We are all God’s children here. Why don’t you just start at the beginning”

                                •••••

From the very first day I met her, I knew there was something special about her. I could feel a connection. It was like a part of me I didn’t know was missing had finally found its way home. continue reading......

raison d’etre

The sharp ringing of the phone pierced the stillness of the night.


Jared reached across the buxom female beside him, his fingers grazing her nipples before grabbing  the phone vibrating on the night stand.
She let out a slight moan before turning over, the navy blue quilt wrapped around her body shifting up, revealing a glimpse her ivory colored bottom.
The voice on the other end of the phone spoke in measured tones.


“The transfer has been authenticated. It’s a go.”
“Good. You’ll hear from me once it’s done.” continue reading......

the wrong one 

Cody woke up with a start, a dull throb in his head. He could still feel the peppery sting in his eyes. It took a couple of minutes for them to adjust to the darkness.

Where am I? What is going on? Where is She? 

He tried to moved his hands, but they could only move as far as the handcuffs let him.

There was a slight creak as the door opened. Cody felt the rush of wind a split second before the hard palm connected to his face, the resounding slap echoing in the room.

“Wake up, mutula. The boss wants to speak to you” continue reading......

the wedding Crasher

​The birds chirped away happily as the church bells tolled. The parking lot was filled with cars of all types, but one stood out. It was a Toyota Prado, its black paint glistening under the sunlight. But what made this particular car stand out wasn’t its beautiful paint job, neither was it the well polished chrome grill. It was the colourful decorations on the car, and the customized vanity plate which read ‘The Newly Weds’ 

Inside the church, the almost newly weds were just done exchanging vows.  continue reading......

The Mile High Club

I can’t keep on living like this.

The sultry smile remained plastered on Tiffany’s face as she slid down the pole, the strobe lights highlighting her sleek nubile body as she slowly moved to the sound of A$ap Rocky & Schoolboy Q trading bars over the beat of ‘Electric Body’.

As the DJ segued into another jam, she subtly looked around the club. It was filled with the usual customers. Men who came to ogle at naked bodies. Men who liked to grope at sweaty flesh, their fingers stuffing crumpled notes into the thongs continue reading......