I was almost being discharged from the mental asylum since I had made great progress worth a ticket home. I hated the place and the environment, the medication, everything about being unfit to mingle with the sane bunch. My accident had messed me badly after being a cabbage in ICU for quite some time. The doctors were sure I would not recover from comma and I if I did I would be a lunatic forever. That is how this place had become my home for almost two years. I was very excited to go home and at the same time very sad to leave my new buddy Kael. He had recovered but it was so unfortunate he would not go

I was sure that I had killed him. The straps he hang from sway his dangling body left and right. My marriage was a perfect one if you ask me. Talk of Utopia. It is the dream of every young village girl to find a perfect match. My haven had come to be through my husband Max. He was a born again Christian and my University sweetheart. Our wedding night was well planned and we both looked forward. It would be a night of deflowering and engaging in the sin of the flesh, as Max termed it. I was sweating profusely as we walked to our room. It was a luxurious hacienda he had booked for our 10 days honeymoon. A thought

Sleep was the last thing she could think of. Her excitement could not allow it either way as she fantasized about her new life. All of a sudden she turned pale. Would Caleb get another girlfriend and kill their marriage plans? She had met him that afternoon in the maize plantation which they had turned to a bedroom. She laughed when she remembered one time they had been caught in the act and had to run for their dear lives naked. Caleb had been a good boyfriend to her since primary school. Once she settled, she would come back for him or maybe he could join her in the city, she thought to herself. Karen, her sister had just given birth,

Sister Julia moved the crowd with her melodies praising the lord. Her vocals were designed to invite the holy spirit and awe the congregation. Song and dance showered Mercy of Christ Church. Pastor Victor was indeed blessed to have Julia as his househelp and lead singer in his church. He held Margret's hand tightly and thanked heavens for such a beautiful wife full of wisdom to choose Julia as their maid. He moved to the pulpit and gave a powerful sermon not forgetting to mention tithing faithfully. How else would he sustain his posh lifestyle without touching on the sensitive point? Sunday afternoons were meant for married couples where they would get counseling on how to strengthen their bond. Victor had

Societal constructs on how a lady should behave did not stop Claire from being wild. She cursed patriarchy and everything that threatened the idea of feminism. She carefully drew her eyebrows while humming to her favorite tune that belittled men. Why did she have to bake her face to look appealing to a man? Claire stopped and thought about it then continued after cursing the existence of men. Her hair was tightly tied into a neat bun just as her boyfriend had instructed. She consoled herself with the thought that at the end of the day, money was the price. An irritated Tony stormed into her room since he had ran out of patience. He had waited for eons for her

The issues of sexual desire, unmet erotic needs, mismatched libidos, and the ravages of time in a long-term relationship or marriage are among the most common rants of the sex unhappy marriage. One thing is for sure, the sex unhappy marriage is a painful place to hang out. Couples can become sex unhappy for so many reasons. The most common reason? The lack of sex is number one. And there are so many causes for that. We have mismatched time clocks, work pressures, kids, or our desire for kids, our sexual tastes can change over time including what turns us on, and married sex can fall into a boring routine. One can know exactly what will happen every time they

She sobbed uncontrollably, wailing her lungs out. The loss of the man she loved seemed to drive her insane. Bob held the young widow tightly trying his level best to calm her down. He held her by her rotund behind and she felt delighted. Ella was a lass to die for, not even those who had erectile dysfunction could resist her. Her long silky hair lay carefully on her shoulders, perfect enough for men to run their fingers through during coitus. Her sexy smile masquerading a Jezebel was the perfect bait for her prey. Her bottoms protruded well enough to quench the thirst of any eye that desired optical nutrition. Talk of perfection. Why would a woman be thrilled by a