Hives and Other Drugs

We kiss like our life depends on it. You've taken me in places and ways no one has. With you I really can't control myself. My body knows when you're around. She's often so excited that she says "welcome" with a trickle down my legs. You know this so sometimes you front like a little girl. Gosh, I hate it when you front. It turns me on and makes me want you more. I look so stupid when I want you and you know this. Fuck you. *Giggles* My best part is when you tie me up to my bed, tape ice to my nipples, torment me with your fingers before taking my breath away in hard strokes. Have I ever mentioned how fantastic I think Little Yu is? *Giggles* I once told you I loved you amidst tears while you were loving me. I felt your entire breadth in my womb and loved it. "Ugh. You'reee... Ugh. Hittiiiing mmm... Ugh. my cervix. Ugh.... Easy..." Pain with pleasure is the sweetest, isn't it? *Giggles* Can you recall that time when I ...

It was my first night sleeping at Bae's and I was totally uncomfortable but I couldn't complain.  I figured that it was only natural that people didn't sleep well outside their homes.  So I thought it would get better.  Bae's crib wasn't awesome. He didn't have a flat screen, no air conditioning, no space...  His one room apartment could not take much, but I was his Orente, so I looked beyond 'material' things. It was 2:18 am and I couldn't sleep.  I had swollen bite marks all over my body. I think I counted over 50 out of frustration.  I sat up positioned to 'clap dead' the invisible mosquitoes that were trying to kill me in my sleep, but they were too clever for me. I couldn't fathom sleeping back so I stayed up till dawn.  By the fifth day at Bae's, I was at wit's end.. I had began sleeping at work.  It was obvious that I was uncoordinated because I dragged around doing my corporate duties.  I stayed past closin...

She knew the world before I did. She had been in the game before me, hence it was only natural that she was the instructor. She taught me that locking lips was more of an art than an activity, that women could pleasure women as much as men could.  Through her, I learnt the primary areas of pleasure.  We sneaked around from time to time to touch our body parts - breasts today, bums on other days, We enjoyed our company so much that our parents let us hang out as much as we wanted.  No one could have suspected we were up to anything 'immoral'.  There were no boys present. We were brought up in the way of the Lord and no one ever left any 'adult' materials lying around, so from where would we learn such indecency? We were kids and we were girls.  What do little girls know about lesbianism? It was unheard of.  Daddy only suspected my older brothers' friends and long distance uncles and cousins. Mummy eavesdropped on my home tutor and I ...

DAY 1 I had just finished downing an elaborate plate of Beans and Garri and decided to lie down after overfeeding. I was still in my nightdress and it was a Saturday morning, so the laziness streak had hung around I had been tossing and turning as I had a truckload of materials on my bed and sleeping on them was just uncomfortable. As I made an attempt to get up and fix this uncomfortable situation, the room seemed like it shook and something pushed me back on the bed. Eh? I tried to get up again and the thing pushed me back again. Ok. I forced myself up. I was sure to fall back so I held on to the bedpost and leaned on the wardrobe to assist my standing. It was then I realized that I was terribly dizzy. I managed to get to the sitting room, then I began calling for help. “Mummy! Mummy! Mummy!” My mother sat down there without attempting to move an inch. “Kilode? (What is it?)” She did not get up so I called for my Daddy instead. I was lying on one of...

Sometime ago, I decided to stop having sex. It was a tough decision as I was endeared to someone who constantly demanded ‘his’ share of body; because I did not understand how intimacy was shown outside of touching and teasing; because I did not know any other way to ‘love’. I wanted to know what life felt like outside of it and if I would find better if I stayed away from it. The thought of sex and the act itself had never given me long-lasting joy. So why stick to it? Sex, around the years when I detested it, was a thing of disgust and a habit at the same time. I hated it because it made me vulnerable, emotional and left me open to all sorts of physical and mental injury. A habit - because of the men who noticed my love for sex and utilized every opportunity to cajole me into wanting it. Unfortunately, they really did leave me wanting. The only reason I opened up was the hope for better, mind-blowing, back-arching, tear filled, fist clenching, out-of-this-world, pillow-screa...

I spent my evenings drinking too much. There was nothing else to do. My best friend lied too often and loneliness held my hand too tight as I lay on my bed moping at the roof of my empty room. I had to indulge myself. Make the evenings worthwhile. Get away from it all. The lies my friend told… the babbling of my parents… the pressure to be what I was not… the cheap men that wanted to a piece of me… ambition… I was too young for it all. I had to get away. One of these evenings cannot be erased from my memory. In ten years, twenty or sixty… It started out beautiful… I had had four little cups of Don Simon; they went down too quickly. Seven hard gulps. I liked to feel woozy quickly, laugh early and walk home late, right before the hard-hearted gateman locked the gate. As I walked towards the punch guy to get a fifth cup, a certain character walked up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder… I stared hard at the guy. He looked very familiar… “Yes?” “Hi.” He ...

He did not take my top off or make attempts to kiss me all over. He pecked me a few times on the lips and started to take his pants off. Then he helped me take off mine. We were both aware that there was no wetness, yet he wanted in. Hence, it took a while before he could push all of himself in. He had tried and tried, but his partner-in-crime wasn’t hard enough. He patted me on the back and asked me to suck his dick. I did, the way I knew how – slowly and continuously going up and down. I guess I wasn’t doing what he expected of me because he clutched my hair extensions to control the pace. He kept pushing my head down, making me take in the whole length of his veined accomplice. I shut my eyes hard. I could withstand this pain. I could. I fought back throwing up while the lines that separated my upper eyelids from the bottom were laced with tears. Saliva had found its way to my jaw and was slowly making its way to my neck. We were at this for quite a while be...