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Deceitful Truth

You screamed don’t go when he made to leave. But he sat up and left. He didn’t hear you. No one heard you; thanked god they didn’t. The scream happened in your head, a psychic eruption to force the will of another, only to be stopped by a fear that doing so would be to reveal more than was allowed.

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The Flaw in All of Us

It started around age ten or eleven. Or maybe a bit later at sixteen, it’s hard to recall. Despite all you felt and heard about its wrongness you reasoned giving it a go couldn’t be so bad. You had seen your mates do it so casually within the high walls that protected your boarding school from the rest of the world. One go. That would be it. No harm would come from experimenting. So when you arrived at a place you thought was most private, your room at home, you let down your pants and began to pump until a creamy goo brought with it an undescribable pleasure.

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Kisses In The Moonlight

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The room was too dark. Peter tried to make out the white ceiling. He was unsure if he saw the ceiling or if his mind made one up. He felt choked by the darkness. A small orange light shone from a wall socket. It looked sharp and piercing but it did little in illuminating anything in the room. He laid still. He wished the unfamiliarity he felt would lift and he would fall asleep again.

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Kisses In The Moonlight.

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The last time someone called Peter to “show him something”, the person had showed him something he wasn’t interested in seeing: a recent SMS debit alert. The person went on to narrate about his “broke ass status” before asking for money – “any amount” Peter had to offer. As Peter buttoned his BlackBerry to conjure his Diamondbank app. He remembered thinking: “God just had to bless me with broke ass friends”.

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Kisses In The Moonlight

Modupe had never seen it so big; she stared in disbelief. As she stroke it with her thumb and index finger, It pulled away from her in rigid defiance. She stood and made for the door; she would not let such a thing enter into her. She reached for the door knob and turned back to look at it. There was something attractive about it. Uche didn’t seem to mind that she had walked away. She sensed pride in his demeanor. Pride that celebrated what he carried.  He laid on his back, his caramel skin glowing, his eyes narrowed at her as though expecting her to hurry back to what she knew she wanted.

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