• “Open Application Letter”

    Dear Reuben, I am only referring to you as Reuben because this is the initial of the email address I’m yet to send this application to. It should be noted that I have no idea who lies on the other end, and if Reuben is not the one reading this, then kindly replace Reuben’s name… Read more


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  • (Down The Memory Lane 01)

    When a man loves a woman he has to acknowledge that there are times when he will make the woman sob on the same bed they’ve always made love on. The same bed that the woman knows that handful of other women were laid on before her, and each time she wraps her legs around… Read more


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  • (My Balls Hurt)

    I am a deranged depressed man who sought solace between the sheets underneath your skin, and on this one occasion, I begged you to let me worship your breasts which poised like a pedestal – firm and of the right size to call mine – to replenish my strife, but you ended up parting your… Read more


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  • (Touched My Phone, Broke her Bones)

    I was seated on the toilet bowl, reading a life magazine, offloading shit, when she barged in. “I am so done with you!!” She threw my phone to my face pausing a strain of shit on my butt hole as though this was its moment of bliss. My phone fell inside the toilet pit as… Read more


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  • Teriyaki

    I once knew a girl named Lucy. She was tall and slender – just how I loved my girls back then – her collar bone jutted from her neck like a flamboyant fountain of water, with a droplet forming a dimple on her chin. Of oval shaped face that complemented her soft sturdy lips which… Read more


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Phill Ibsen, M.o.D

The Master of Descriptions

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