Sia had tried to subdue her moan for the past forty five minutes now and it wasn’t working because she was on cloud nine. She had clenched her hands to her bedspread, pulled it and willing to tear it apart as Brian buried his head between her convulsing legs, giving her cunnilingus. She smacked her lips, rolled out her tongue and wriggled over the bed in sweet-hurt ecstasy. When they thought their time together was going to be eternal then came a bashing knock on the door, “Sia! Sia! The voice yelled. Like the quenching noise of the train, came a pause to Sia’s moan as they both flinched from each other, pacing round the room confusedly unable to fathom what course of action to take because the window suddenly became stiff to open for him to escape as usual. They whispered on the next line of action since they were up a creek without a paddle. “Sia, are you alright?” the voice asked yet further and the handle on

Grandma was in the kitchen while her lawyer was well seated in the ball room flipping through some documents and pausing along the way to peruse through a few files. Grandma had invited him for the fifth time over her will but each time he came it would either be postponed or flopped by something. “I am getting you coffee,” said grandma from the kitchen. You are fond of taking wine whenever you come around. But today you are going to take coffee,” said grandma toddling to the lawyer to present to him a cup of Starbucks and returning to her seat. “What if I go to bed tonight and don’t see the twilight at dawn. I have been risking it all along; throwing my late husband’s advice to the wind, letting each day pass without writing our will.” She stirred her coffee, feeling a hairy tingle at her feet. When she peered at her feet, it was Mr. Biscuit waggling its tail and rubbing its body against her feet. “Mister,”

Brian stood across the lake on the lookout as the search party scavenged thoroughly. They were sweating profusely already because the search had lasted for over an hour now and there was nothing to show for it. Brian needed the tape which Mrs. Fanny discarded into the lake. Somewhat he had decided to get hold of the tape and sell it to some Mexican who traded on nude tapes - he heard the Mexican paid whooping sum of money for nude tapes and he was not going to be left out in this one. He encouraged the search party to search diligently because he was sure the tape was discarded into the lake. Some weeks ago, one of the boys in the search party suggested their effort would be futile since the lake was flowing and there was likelihood of being flushed away. Another suggested it could be stuck to a rock, another protested it could be buried into the bed of the lake and there was no access to that valley, considering the risk of doing so. The en

“Oh geese,” Sia groaned, holding onto her waist, grinning and fetching the basket of apple cider and transferring them into the barns. She caught sight of a brown woolly shirt tucked at the corner. Dirt and cobweb had infested on it so badly that the brown coveted to dark brown. She surged close now, laid hold of the cloth; and breathed uneasily. The cloth was familiar as the sky that caked up there. He had always worn it during work hours – it was her late husband’s cloths she was done wailing even when she knew there was no stopping her as far as her late husband was concern.She sniffed, brought the cloths to her nostrils, shut her eyes and shook her head in a momentary imagination as she recalled the cloth vividly- it was the same cloth he wore when he made his last love to her- she had  suspected his violent volcanic love making and wondered if actually he knew he was not going to return to her thighs;  her once cold thighs that he had domi

Brian dragged Sia by the dog’s chain he put on her neck and whipped her pale buttocks till it reddened. As she crawled on her fours ebulliently, she came to a pause when Brian commanded, “Stop, slave.” Next he clenched two elastic belts around her ankles which linked to a lever. Each time he pulled the lever her legs parted, and her hairless vagina opened and closed like an automatic zipper. He stroked her firm breasts and with his other hand pinned her on the throat.“Will you ever leave me for anyone?” queried Brian.“No master,” she answered uneasily, breathing hard each time. Her lustful gaze shot at her oppressor.“Will you ever submit to other authority?” he queried further but this time rubbed her clitoris with the rim of his penis.She trumpeted a lengthy moan and trembled under the belt which divided her legs like a chicken over a burning emberBrian kissed her ruggedly and spanked her buttocks, “Bitch you want to leave me for some other master. He pushed out his fore finger