Erotica

Fatima was a gorgeous 30-something bachelorette who had moved to Lagos five years ago. She had lived in Canada in the 10 years prior to her return. She was a woman of endless curves, light-skinned with curly jet-black hair and had the face of a girl who was at least 10 years younger. Even though she had dominated the academic arena, she had always been more popular because of her looks. She was always baffled by the myriad compliments that glorified her hair or her supple skin or bodacious body and next to none about her insights into problem-solving. She had an endless stream of men vying for her attention. They lavished her with gifts and fine dining but she had never once compromised on her high standards. They had all turned out to be assholes in search of nothing but the pleasures between her thighs. She had all but given up on the prospect of finding a worthy man, someone who would cherish every part of her and push her to the heights she knew she was capable of. Then she met L...

"The only thing a period stops is a sentence" - A very wise man. Being in a long distance relationship can be quite challenging - physical longing, travel expenses, recurring temptations, misconstrued communication...That being said, delayed gratification can be extremely rewarding. I had visited Bella in Abuja about a month before she came to Lagos. Our typical visit frequency was every two weeks but work had gotten in the way. She had a conference in Lagos so she was to stay at mine for a whole week.  Given that our usual weekend visits barely lasted 24 hours, we typically wasted no time in ripping each other's clothes off the moment we walked through the door. Between her latex allergies and my insatiable desire to please her, we could go at each other for hours. She understood me well enough to allow me take the reins and do all the work. She would surrender her body completely to me and the soundtrack of her moans, groans and screams would have me exploring her d...

Privacy was always a challenge in the house, it was afterall Big Brother. Between having cameras everywhere and the 8 housemates still competing for the grand prize, it always felt like someone was watching.  The attraction between Mobola and Tony heightened after the shenanigans of the marathon Truth or Dare game the housemates had played the night before. They had both kissed at least 3 other housemates that night but there was something about their kiss that was different. They both felt it. It lingered longer than the 10 seconds it was supposed to. The other housemates basically had to pry them apart after they had completed the kiss dare. As she straddled him and he held onto her back, time and space no longer mattered. They were both lost in each other and if it were up to them, they would freeze time just to be able to kiss each other endlessly. As all 8 housemates sat in the jacuzzi, drinks and laughter all around, Mobola and Tony got comfortable beside each othe...

He proposed.  She said yes. The fairytale was finally coming true. He was everything, (well almost),  she had ever wanted in a man - tall, bearded, handsome, rich, loving and a great listener. His mom adored her and they all couldn't wait until she was part of the family. But deep within her, Esosa had certain predilections that she just couldn't share with her "perfect" Bassey. What would he think of her if he knew the details of her sexually colorful past? She thought she had quelled her appetite but as the wedding date drew near, it became clear that she hungered deeply for the adventures of the past. While Bassey and his boys were out for the bachelor's eve, Esosa hooked up with Toke B (short for Toke Buns, aptly nicknamed because of her ample backside). They had met at a masked ball a few years ago and their sexual peculiarities formed the foundation for their interactions and the ensuing friendships that developed between them.  Afterall how many women u...

7pm. Femi knocked on the white door of a quaint little house on Chelsea Avenue. Carla opened the door and ushered him into a dimly lit, yet cosy living room. She was wearing an African print knee-length kimono and her hair was tied up in a neat little bun. The fireplace was lit and the warmth of the room was a very welcome break from the winter cold. Femi took off his jacket and sat on the sofa, staring into the open plan kitchen where Carla was pouring some wine for both of them. She sat beside him and for about half an hour, they discussed Mondrian and Van Gogh. She handed him a book on modern impressionism and told him to finish it before their next class in a week. She walked up the staircase, as she dropped her kimono. "Would you mind joining me?", she said, looking back at him seductively. He was instantly on his feet and holding her hands as she led him into her bedroom. The curtains were drawn but even in the dim lighting, he could still see the sea of white - shee...

"Namaste, and welcome to yoga class for complete beginners. My name is Gary and I'll be your instructor for this session. Close your eyes, lie down and just relax. First off, we're going to practice breathing. Picture the most relaxing scene you can imagine and take a long deep breath. Feel the clean air filling your lungs with good health and positive energy. Hold your breath for 5 seconds. Exhale all the negativity and tension. Then again. In with the good, out with the bad," he said as he walked around the room. His all-female class was full of 20 - 35 year olds decked in brightly-colored yoga outfits that left very little to the imagination. They were predominantly athletic types -- toned calves, rock hard abs, sinewy arms, the works -- and very easy on the eye. Even after working professionally as a yoga instructor for 2 years, he still worried about embarrassing erections that came with no warning and very visible discomfort. Before the class began, he had notic...

Afam at 25 had it going on, I mean really going on. He was the quintessential young man with looks, charm and a lot of new money to burn. He’d recently gained independence from his family after landing a business analyst role at Chevron and he was enjoying the lifestyle that came with an 8-figure salary. Almost overnight, he had transformed from a shy small-time accounting graduate living with his uncle in Ikoyi to high-flying Oil & Gas Big Boy (or OGBB, as it’s more commonly known on the streets of Lagos). He had moved into a 2-bedroom apartment in the heart of Victoria Island only a few weeks ago but he couldn’t count the number of babes that had graced his bed. He’d fucked Ezinne from HR last night and the night before, he had had Esosa “doing tricks on his pole”. What was most surprising was that he made almost no effort to pick up girls. It was like a perk that came with the OGBB lifestyle. He noticed how much more people were interested in him and wanted his phone number. He ...

10:15am. Shit, he thought to himself as he ran toward the Attenborough building. The lecture had started at 10am. As he approached room A5, he replayed in his head his brilliant plan to slip into the room unnoticed. Sadly, Professor Carla Hicks was looking right at him as the door slipped open. "Good morning sir", she said smugly. "How nice of you to join us. Do you know what time it is"? If there was one time he wished he could vanish into thin air, it was this very moment. Ashamed and afraid at the same time, Femi managed to utter a gentle "I'm sorry Professor. I overslept. Late night at the library yesterday".  "What's the name?", she said as she scrolled through the list of registered students. "Adeola. Femi", he replied, still nervous from the public interrogation that was in progress.  "I don't see any Adeola on this list", she said, her gaze returning to his face. "Yeah. Sorry about that. The scholarshi...

Mr Bankole Odetola or "Big" as his friends called him,  had recently purchased Rhythm Inc. - the parent company that owned Rhythm 93.7 and Classic FM Lagos. It was the first of many impulsive purchases he had made after making more than two billion naira off the currency exchange debacle that had recently befallen the Nigerian populace. At 48, he didn't feel like much of a boy anymore but he still had an intrepid spirit that was almost child-like. He wasn't afraid to do exactly as he pleased and completely unapologetic about his eccentricities and interests, particularly with fast cars and controversial women. He worked hard for his wealth and he insisted on being hands-on with all his businesses. He would sit in the studio watching the producers and presenters get through one radio show after the other and offer constructive feedback on improvement opportunities. His employees admired him deeply but there was still an intimidating air about all that wealth. Big b...

Beneath her adorable child-like smile and her lovable persona, Oddie had developed a depth to her sexuality that would surprise everyone other than her closest friends. She had moved to Miami during the fall of 2015 to break into a new career in real estate. Between attending her seminars and living in a condo with her over-protective aunt, she found very little time to be adventurous. Having gone more than a year without so much as a man's touch, it was clear she needed a cuddle buddy - you know,  the kind of cuddles that end up with a woman laying on her side as the object of her wildest fantasies penetrates her from behind while kissing on her neck and ears. She often fell asleep with her fingers wet between her legs as she had flashbacks to what she considered her youth. She missed being able to be free without the fear of ending up on as theme for a murder mystery on Law & Order: Special Victims Unit. Yes she had become quite cautious of strangers in Miami after watching c...