Short Story Club


  1. Dreams Do Come True
  2. Endless Game
  3. Ready To Die
  4. The Risk


In My View


  1. Living A Value Based Life
  2. Self-Care In A Crisis
  3. Baby Girl Expectations
  4. My Feminist Journey
  5. The Experiential Diary


Fragments


  1. The Importance Of Basquiat
  2. Get To Know Steve McCurry
  3. The Passage That Changed Me
  4. Let’s Talk 1984
  5. Literature So Black
  6. Dave The Storyteller
  7. 10vs10 A Lockdown Tale of Enjoyment
  8. Views
  9. An Ode To Insecure
  10. Michaela Coel Is The Goal
  11. The Elite Desperate Housewives
  12. Ugly Betty: Was It Really Love?
  13. 90s Black Cinema


Poet’s Corner


  1. Breakdown
  2. Delusions Of Grandeur
  3. Helen Of Troy
  4. Crush
  5. Truest Self
  6. What Do I Want?
  7. Rise
  8. Best In The Multiverse
  9. A Complex Affair with Misery
  10. I Did The Love Game Wrong

The Risk



Daybreak had arrived. Glimmers of sunlight pierced through the opening of the curtain onto satin sheets intertwined with pieces of him. I sat at the edge of the bed, knees touching, hand over breasts. What had I done? 

I rose up gently and tiptoed carefully towards the bathroom door. I had to wash off this carnal sin. I could not return to the sisterhood now…

The shower head spouted and hissed out scolding hot water. My penance had begun. God’s retribution was in motion.

However it wasn’t too long until the water drew constant; the scolding subsided, and the water poured down my naked body. My hands caressed my breasts, then turned in the southern direction. As I advanced for the target another hand reached there first. I gasped as his fingers reached my opening. He spread them wide and proceeded by rubbing my clitoris gently. My fight to resist the temptation immediately faltered and I began to drown in my moans. 

Suddenly he stopped.

I opened my eyes and glanced back. His steel blue eyes pierced through my soul. My knees were attracted to one another once again. He turned my body around to face his; dropped into his knees; grabbed my ass cheeks and raised me slightly into the corner with simple ease.

Clearly he had done this before.

I trusted him to be gentle once again, but he flashed a menacing grin that shocked my core. He burrowed his head deep. At first his tongue outlined my treasure. He kissed it then the ravaging began. Juices oozed as I desperately tried to resist the release. I was powerless. The contact of his slippery tongue to my pink flesh was the piece of heaven I had longed to discover, but the piece of hell I was to descend to. I tugged on his hair as he had gotten more ravenous. His hunger had consumed him and he took it out on me. He devoured me, but just as I was reaching another point of climax he halted this action. Immediately his lips traced my body upwards until we were face to face. He whispered ‘not just yet’ and kissed so hard so I could taste every inch of me.

As he engaged in this action his cock began to trace my vaginal lips. He entered me with drive, and thrust hard back and forth. He got deeper with every joust. The sensation burned. I cried out to God. I was almost there. I was about to climax once again but he withdrew it all. 

His hand stroked upwards from my cheek to my hair and tangled itself within my curls. Then he grabbed me by my hair and gestured towards his dick. I knelt before him and proceeded to clean the beast that had been inside of me. I was slow and calculative with it. My gentle approach pleased him. All of a sudden a surge rushed through me and I became aggressive.  I went faster. It got deeper. He groaned louder. My tongue began to do tricks it had never done before. He began yelling that he was close. ‘Really close.’ So I stopped.

We were even now.

I rose and whispered in his ear that I was in control. I turned off the shower, and walked out. 

I lay on the bed facing the window. He slid in from behind me. Once again his cock was wrapped around my lips – the bottom set. His hands wrapped around my breasts and he kissed my back as he repeatedly pounded my pussy. It was like being hit by tremors. I was shaking: tightly clinging onto the sheets. I wanted to get out but I never wanted it to stop. Then almost simultaneously as I released more juices, there was a hot explosion of his fluids inside me. He rested for a while inside me. It was comforting. Finally he withdrew and we were separated. 

He kissed my neck, sniffed my hair then walked away. This was the inception of a life I had not bargained for. I had lust for life. My life had finally found lust. It was sensational. There was no going back now, not a single chance.



THE END