African Erotica

Bookie In Yola

Peace.

Curled eyelashes fluttered close like delicate butterflies.

Nature dainty in the wind swaying, buzzing, green growing.

Me, 2018, Life’s Lemons and Depth.

I’m at peace with myself as the new continuation of days float in.


Greetings from sunny, chilled Yola! Welcome to December. Please be content, positive and safe this month Gem.

My law school campus is located at Yola South of Adamawa State. Hausa, Pidgin, English are mostly spoken and other Nigerian languages. Fulani people live here and they’re calm, welcoming and humorous. There is electricity and clean, running water all day long. Yola’s weather is unique. Its radiant sun is the ultimate glow filter. The air is dry even with the billowing winds. Giving the weather a sunny, harmattan feel. Daytime is longer here; dawn before 6am and dusk before 7pm. Truly amazing because the sun rises in Lagos around to 7am and sets past 7pm. My body is still trying to adjust.

I’ve spent this week doing my registration and settling in on campus. Lectures commence next week and I’m excited but anxious. I might have a new post schedule for stories and reviews once they commence. I’m really enjoying the serenity. Two white butterflies kissed my fingers on Wednesday. What was your last week of November like?

What I Am Reading

I talk about my November reads here. I’ll still publish reviews of some. You can check out other book reviews here. Catch up on all my published stories in November

This December I want to finish reading some books on my DNF list. Guerrilla Post by Obari Gomba and Kabu Kabu by Nnedi Okorafor. Then start reading new books like Tender Moments by Niyi Osundare(poetry collection), From Caves of Rotten Teeth by A. igoni Barrett(short story collection) and online fiction I discover.

New Booktube Series

I uploaded some videos on my Booktube Channel, SARF Uncut. Steamy Storytime is a short video series where under 10 minutes I read erotic stories I’ve written. Episode 1: Sunny Views of Us is up. Click here to watch it!!

The first two were playful, text videos. But they helped me work on my camera shyness. If you enjoy my videos, like and subscribe Gem.

Don’t forget to breathe and glow!

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Sunny Views of Us

There are views.

There are views from a airplane window of bright pink, peach, red, purple and mint blue skies filtering through two layers of clouds as the sun sets.

Then there is the sight, sound and sensual feel of you sucking my yellow painted toes. As you kneel in front of my heating vulva thrusting warm pleasure into me with your dark chocolate phallus. What a view.  I moan arching my back, feeling your scrotum tickle my butt cheeks. Your full lips trail kisses from my big toe to my bronzed left calf. Your thrusts quicken making me moan and gasp louder. ‘Ifeanyi!’ I almost scream smiling. You bend on me to kiss my pinkish brown lips and I wrap my thick thighs around your muscled back. From our lustful embrace on the damp dinning table in the stuffy spare room. It was shoved here by you, my elder brother and two cousins under the direction of my Mum. She felt the caterers needed more space to set up the wedding party buffet. We shouldn’t be here licking, sucking, moaning, gasping nor having orgasms on squeaking mahogany. Yellow streaks of sunlight beam off the white walls caressing my blurred vision. I gasp from the realization that the sun has risen and uh intense pleasure. I should be bathed and seated with the make-up artist and my excited bridal train.

‘You are so beautiful’. Each word you say is punctuated with quick kisses. One to my erect left nipple then two kisses on my glistening brown right nipples. I giggle then whisper I’m so happy. You smile that smile that made me say yes to a private, extended kayak session the day we met. We watched the rosy sunset together as traffic crawled on the impressive Eko Bridge. Afterwards we ate the largest fresh fish barbecue with creamy coleslaw, plenty fries and sweet frozen yoghurt and chilled citrus beer.  Our moist lips separate then we nuzzle our noses against each other. We both chuckle at our ability to find time for ourselves, no time for sex, amidst our families and weddings craziness. I was whispering that I love how he moaned my name when I took his pulsing penis in between my lips. How I enjoyed him asking if he could give me head. His long fingers that make clicking taps on keyboards, engineering dark back ends like a tribal drum beat. How those long fingers with dark knuckles had popped open the  three metal clasp of my bodysuit. Then he’d hoisted me onto the table surface, spreading my thighs to kiss his way down my inner thighs, further down teasing my delicate folds, sucking my clit. Oh, what an erotic view! My whispering would have continued when we heard my mother say at the door, ‘Aisha nko?’. Where is she? Why isn’t Ifeanyi picking his calls, where is the groom?’ We froze blinking as birds chirped.  Quickly yet quietly we sat up, got off the table and began dressing. My mother’s voice moved away from the door while we shared our last kiss at our hideout.

END.

It Wasn’t Exactly Love

Stories From the Farafina Trust Creative Writing Workshop 2012

This book has been referred to as an anthology by Farafina Books and Tsitsi Dangaremgba. But also a short stories collection by Ama Ata Aidoo and I. Either way it features 13 captivating short stories from various genres, written from different timelines and set in mostly African countries. They all use literature to tell fantastic stories about human relationships. I bought this book in June, if my memory serves me well. Its been on my TBR since then.

I began reading it late last week. One of the reasons I bought this collection is because certain authors I love and know are featured. Eghosa Imasuen, author of Fine Boys wrote the foreword. Nana  Darkoa Sekyiamah, African Erotica and relationship writer has a feature story. Her erotic short fiction, Fucking Ghana Into Me was my first review on the blog. She is one of the reasons I go back to Adventures From The Bedroom of African Women. Yewande Omotosho, author of novels that explore South African, adult fiction narratives. I noticed two things about these stories. To sit was spelt seat and most of the setting and character descriptions were slowly narrated over the duraton of the story. It helped the story unfold into a more vivid mental image.

 

Alpha’s Gambit by Mazi Nwonwu turned out to be my favie favorite story in this collection, Which is funny because I couldn’t figure out what the title hints the story was about. After reading its first two pages I stopped, oh Fantasy I murmured to myself. Flipping pages to Yewande Omotosho’s odd adult fiction. I returned to it some days later to fall in love with the futuristic Nigeria setting. This work isn’t fanatasy but biopunk sci-fi, afrofuturism and queer erotica. But if it’s one thing Anuli Alpha taught me is that labels aren’t important especially if they restrict you. All those sub fiction genres are my favorites! Without the labeling genres, Anuli Ezile, Nigeria’s extraordinary agent, non-binary, pheromone emitting beauty tells an unforgettable story. She was shocked that Anna (Major Anna Momoh) messed with her mind, wanted her to be male and tried killing her. I said Ghen Ghen when infatuated, hopeful and shocked Alpha turned angry at her lover’s deceit. ‘The last wing beats faded from my mind and where love once existed, a hollow that anger started to seep into appeared’. My Mum has the ability to read minds. Its really delightful to find unique African experiences narrated so beautifully. A Nigeria where the laws,companies, government and military protect the interests of everyone including LGBTIA residents. Dope!


Bolt by Ejike Kanife was hilarious. It begins with them having passionate, erotic, sex. I love the way Emeka, the doomed protagonist uses his Naija youthful lingua to tell a comical story of his sexual journey into Hadiza’s marital home. He fights off his attraction to Alhaji’s wife for a while.. In the end they fuck each other’s lives downside up. I loved the erotica, it was pure, raw and intense. The narration began during doggy style and ends in Hadiza’s cowgirl halted ride. ‘I just lay back on the bed fully aware that my life, Hadiza’s and maybe Alhaji’s would never be the same again.’ 

Ladies Night by Nana Darkoa Sekyiamah is set in Ghana in 2013. It reminds me of my married bestie. We have a meet-up spot to discuss our love lives. Other than that, he’s a responsible, attentive, present and loving husband, father and friend. His devotion to his family is one of the things I love about him.  Kweku is a comfortable married man with a devoted wife. Comfortable enough to have extramarital affairs. The story begins with an hilarious police chase that ends ladies night. We meet Afua, his best friend, single independent woman who has sexual trysts in her car and other odd placaes. She still lives with her parents. Hotels don’t help, neither do the broke small boys she has sex with. I can really relate to their ordeals. I live with my sister. When people ask where I live I state that. I still get people insisting they want to know where my parents live. Why can’t they assimilate a young, unmarried, African woman can live alone? Yes, it can be annoying walking into an hotel with a beautiful exterior that has a irky smell, coarse bedding and no service delivery. Anyway, the story soon changes for Kweku when Maame says. “We need more than your money. I need more than your money. I need a husband in every sense of the word. Fix up or lose us.’ This reminds me of many discussions my sis and I have had about Nigerian men thinking financial provision/support is their only marital responsibility.

Bride’s Gift and Every Thing Counts analyse women’s relationships with society, empowerment, sexual expression and love. They both encourage you to live, sexy free, your truths but make healthy compromises. Every Thing Counts by Chika Oduah reminds me of Dear White People because of the heroine’s controversial interracial relationship. I was awed with Ada’s certainty of herself and her sextuationship with Calvin. This story made me smile because the oddest things or deepest thoughts go through my mind while I’m having sex. The story traced the history of her self, childhood, growing up African in Southern America, black nationalism, sexual assault of minority women. This history is given in flashback, thoughts during erotic sex. I loved it! Bride’s Gift, is narrated by a young Cameroonian bride to her companion, her diary on her wedding day. “It was on the tip of my tongue to ask about the “Groom’s Gift” did it exist?’ The pressure from “concerned” family and sexist socio-economic realities on young African women to settle for less than their dreams is a theme in this short story. This theme questions patriarchy and how women compromise to survive or give in totally. ‘That’s how I feel now, like I sold myself cheap. Only its not my body I traded away, it’s my dream, my hopes.’  At least she got her dream wedding if not her dream man, Alphonse. ‘The guy knew how to make me want him, he just didn’t want me enough to share more than kisses.’ How she lost her virginity was just insensitive of the groom, Conrad. Men need to stop silencing female pain especially during sex.

 

This anthology is filled with puzzling adult fiction pieces like There Was A Man by Yewande Omotosho which took me into Nina’s mind. She’s a middle aged South African woman. Her sexless-loveless marriage, therapy with Dr Needles, and the traffic newspaper man. With stream of consciousness and humor, Yewande Omotosho drives me through South Africa.  Reading An Autodidact’s Guide To Sex Ed by Mona Zutoh Opubor made me gratefully reminisce about my honest, open, empowering upbringing.

There were compelling coming of age stories like A Taste of It by Martin Chinagorom, Bound by Ese Lerato Emewua and Under The Surface by Efembe Eke. Finding Courage by Richard Ali made me gasp wow, it was a disconcerting story of loss of love, faith and courage in people, causes and a nation. “With the loss of Tamara , I lost my faith in love, then in my country. Faith fuels,it is faith I am disposed of.” Aside, Born On A Tuesday  haven’t read about the Nigerian Government detention and tortured interrogation of political critics or Boko Haram suspects that got me gasping.  I was like, wait Tamara isn’t Tamara but Aisha, a spy? There I was touched that there was a character with a disability in the anthology. You Take Me For A Goat by Samuel Kolawole is a honest shot of domestic violence. Beatings one minute, sex the next. Psychological abuse and bullying of an enduring partner by a frustrated partner is also common.  I highly recommend this anthology with 4 fireworks. Its a symbol of why I love anthologies and short stories. I loved that the female characters were empowered or learning to come into their own.