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

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

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

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

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my past lovers is that, love in a moment like you will never love again. More than once we have laid on bed listening to an Adele’s piece of music, skin to skin rejuvenating our lost energies while breathing softly, head on my chest, breasts on my ribs,… Read more