My home has graves. Graves inscribed with summaries and similar surnames that say nothing: GRAVES. Graves of memories of lives once lived. Graves of pains never spoken. Graves of absence.
His eyes are shut tight. He’s breathing hard, fast, panting like a dog. Sweat is trickling down the sides of his face. He’s mumbling something but I can’t quite get the words. It’s about to happen. I keep stroking. His manhood gripped tightly in my hands. And finally, I feel the warm thick fluid pour […]
I think I was eight the day I died. I didn’t even have hair beyond my head, and a single strand that had started growing right above my right nipple. That was it. I still sounded like a small girl, and my sister swore I had a lisp.I never caught it. I never heard it. […]
I was barely there, I think I was as tall as my waist line is today. My mother or grandmother had sent me to the shop and I was excited! There would be sweets for me. My grandfather would tell me to buy madiven, that was the name he used. I walked to the shop, […]
It was over in an instant. But in that instant, the inclination was a polarized drift against a tinged sensation on that sensually charged body. Well, she wore a dour character with the prospect of him leaving the vicinity which loomed with each impending second that elapsed. “I think al need my panty back now.”
If I got a shilling for every time someone asked me that question I’d be a millionaire by now. I remember when I was in high school , some of these big higher learning institutions would come over to spend time with us, encouraging us and one time, a particular individual called my able-bodied […]