the big O

“Yes baby! Right there, right there, right there!!!!  Ooohh, ooohhh”

“You like that don’t you?”

Clara felt the palm connect to her behind before she could reply, sending a mixed sensation of pain and pleasure ripple across her body.

“I said you like that don’t you!!”

“Yes papi. I like that a lot”

She could feel the sweat dripping off his bearded face onto her arched back as his stiff rod slid in and out of her, pounding away with no remorse, her screams being muffled by the pillow, her face pinned into it by his left hand wrapped around her neck, loud music blasting from the speakers in the living room.  continue reading......

The Prayer

Remy stretched his arms, a slight smile on his face as he opened his eyes. The smile increased as he felt an arm unconsciously reach out to him, trying to draw him closer.

So last night was real! Nice!
Up until the initial stroke, he had refused to believe he wasn’t dreaming. It was too good to be true. Way too surreal to be reality. The buxom brunette beauty and her platinum blonde friend still sleeping beside him suggested otherwise though. This was real! 

He looked around the hotel room. Two empty bottles of champange, a half filled bottle of vodka, different articles of clothing and an empty box of rubbers were strewn across the floor. It had been a wild night.  continue reading......

Mary’s Baby 

​Just thinking about that place caused goose bumps to spread all over her arms. Her life had changed as soon as she had stepped into room 101c.

Mama Ifeoma’s abacha had been soooo goooood!! She’d missed meals like this, local meals that brought back sweet memories of her childhood in Onitsha, back when life was much simpler. She glanced over at her husband, his lips still red from his second helping of abacha, and smiled as she remembered the way he had wolfed the meal down. 

I need to learn how to prepare it for him.  continue reading......