Erotica

She wanted something different for her birthday this year. She spent the previous night with him to celebrate. It was cozy, intimate, much different from the louder, bigger parties she’d had each year for the last 10 years. They had a candle-lit dinner at her favorite seafood restaurant and toasted many times to the coming year. Two bottles of champagne later, he was giving her a piggyback ride home. It was a miracle that they didn’t fall to the ground, amidst all the drunken stumbling. They managed to find her front door and she invited him to stay considering how plastered he looked. They managed to take a shower together and shortly after passed out in the most awkward position on the bed.  The next morning, she woke up before him and threw on a robe as she went to make coffee. He watched her leave and a few minutes later, was right behind her, his hands on her waist, as he kissed her good morning. She held on to enjoy his warm embrace. She could feel his very eager morning wood pok

Baths were a sanctuary for her. Whenever she needed to relax, she could soak for hours and eventually fall asleep,    a glass of wine never too far from her fingers, candles lit and relaxing reiki music playing in the background. She would close her eyes and imagine all the things she wanted to try with him but hadn’t had the opportunity to. She had no idea what to expect, but that never stopped her from fantasizing about them. His hands would run along her neck and back as he washed her gently, while they soaked together. She would feel his fingers work their way slowly up her thighs as he kissed the back her neck. He would gently circle her nipples with his fingertips as he whispered into her ears and gently bit her earlobe. She was always ravenous with desire afterward.   She would lay naked on her back after drying off, her legs spread apart. She wished his face would be between them, his tongue exploring her wetness, each lick sending tingles down her spine, while she clutched the

After 5 years working in high finance, Ile decided he needed a career change. Over the years, he had experimented with several online startup ideas. They usually followed the same cycle: intense excitement, endless tinkering to build a beta, sharing with friends, a slow launch and then abandonment. Within the same time frame, several competing ideas would spring up and essentially demolish the business case to continue. If it already exists, what's the point , he would always think to himself. He finally decided to re-enrol for a PhD he abandoned just before he moved to Lagos. At that point, he just didn't have the mental energy for it. Besides, he needed to earn a living and the 5 years since he left school had allowed him make enough to take a break for a while. He secured a fully funded scholarship at the Cambridge Computing Lab for 3 years to work on developing an AI system for autonomous water transportation. He had spent the last 2 months of his time in Lagos preparing

"Please. Don't.", she said, barely audibly, as they pinned her against hands down on either side of the bed. She wiggled her body as she tried to break free from their clutches. Her struggles were futile. She could make out that there were at least three of them amidst the darkness of the room.  They had broken into her hostel shortly after she had fallen asleep. They gagged her so her screams were muffled. "Shut up and we won't hurt you", a voice whispered into her ear. She always slept nude so she knew exactly what was going on. One of them spread her thighs apart and ran his fingers between her pussy lips. She gasped underneath her voice. She continued to struggle and wiggle but as the fingers ran up and down her lips, she increasingly became wetter and wetter. As terrified as she was by what was about to happen, her body was enjoying the fulfilment of a fantasy she had harboured in the depths of her mind for a long time. "Shhhhh", one of them s

"You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you do", Demide said to the two groups of very tipsy and very excited colleagues as they took turns playing the card game, Dirty Minds. "Dildo", screamed Osagie as everyone burst out in laughter. "Tent", echoed Ike from the back. "Correct", screamed Demide, with the intensity of a child who had defeated Shao Kahn in Mortal Kombat for the first time. Afam had invited his cousin, Nkiru, for "games night" at Demide's house. At first, she felt shy since the only person she knew was Afam. As the night went on and the drinks flowed, she loosened up, began to mingle and soon felt comfortable with the crown. She noticed Ike only after she heard him yell out his answer. They made eye contact as she clapped in excitement. He was a caramel warrior with a shiny bald head and a beard as thick as his chest. He reminded her of Mr T from the A-Team. He came over to say

They'd joined the same young professionals network, NCity, only a few months before. It started out as a Get-To-Know-You conversation, a challenge by the organizers of the network to ensure people networked outside their usual circles. They'd been paired and over the course of a few days, they exchanged emails back and forth. Dera was in London while Ahmed was in Lagos, five thousand miles of separation. As time went by, their email exchanges became the high-point of each day. Within a week, they had exchanged numbers and started "Whatsapping". The conversations became even more intimate and professional became personal. By their third video call, they were both so hot and heavy that the conversation became an exchange of fantasies and the things they wanted to do to each other if they had the chance to be in the same room with each other.  Their combined "horniness" fed numerous cyber sex sessions. They would catch up on the day as Dera undressed

I walked through the door with my overnight backpack like always. She was always excited when I arrived because I never told her when the plane landed. I simply took a cab and just appeared each time. We kissed as I put my box down.  We kissed some more. Our tongues swirling, our lips glued together. We kissed standing, we kissed as I pinned her to the wall. We kissed as she wrapped her thighs around, her butt cheeks secured by my palms. Soon we were on the couch. It had been 2 weeks. Being in a long distance relationship gave us only 24 hours of face time every 2 weeks. We literally could not wait one more second.  As I laid her on her back, and hurriedly took off her top, I kissed every inch of her that was exposed. From her lips to her neck. From her neck to her shoulders. From her shoulders to her décolletage. From one breast to the other. I kissed her passionately. Her eyes closed as she surrendered to her pleasure. She always felt guilty about not being more active but I nev

Amaka was the undisputed queen of late night radio in Lagos.  She had been in the industry for over a decade and over that time, she had built the largest following of any On-Air Personality in the city. She started out in 2007 reading the headlines on "Good Morning Nigeria". She had a unique voice - lower-pitched than most females but every bit as sultry - and the first time the new manager heard her on-air, she reassigned her to co-host all the late night shows. "You're absolutely perfect for nights", Moni, her manager had said. That was it. She had been skeptical about it at first but when the callers and Tweeters began to gush with their flirty messages, she got more comfortable and began to own her new-found territory. She went from co-host to producer in less than 3 years and eventually landed a voice-over role for Disney's Queen of Katwe. She definitely had very little to complain about career-wise. Amaka and Femi had been dating for a little over 2

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