Nana took a long while to answer. Eventually, she sat up, looked at me, and said, “I think it means it’s time for me to start being honest about the fact that we’re having a relationship. I don’t know quite what it is yet or...
In mid-December, Nana and I decided to go together to a house party that another expat, a guy named Chike, was throwing in a neighboring town. He had an entire mansion to himself, as was often the case when people were working out in the countryside...
Knowing what she wanted, I maneuvered around until I was on top of her, in the missionary position. Wasting no time, I plunged my cock back inside of her and she gasped. I began thrusting into her deep and hard, using my arms to prop her legs up...
“Is this your way of trying to get me to use my breasts on ya?” she said with a tinge of a Ghanaian accent. I shrugged, “I’m just a guy telling stories…about boob-jobs…while you’re holding my cock.”...
After she had gotten tissues for both of us and put her shirt back on, she asked me to give her feedback on her technique and implored me to be as honest as possible. I did my best. Handjob practice continued for the next couple of weeks, including...
I shrugged. “Not that I’m the expert, but…I doubt it. This was the only time something like this ever happened to me, and it was part of some dare. But I’ll get to that.” “So was she good at…you...
As I said this, Nana’s expression warmed. She reached over and grabbed my hand. “Of course, Lanre. I’ve been silly. I’m asking a lot of you. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I understand. I’m sorry for...
A little embarrassed, I gulped, and said, “Sorry, it’s just…it’s a side of you I haven’t seen. I’m only human.” I smiled meekly. “Oh don’t be silly, Lanre. I’m asking a lot of you. You can...
I was 25 and had just started my third year living in Angola. I was working as an English teacher as part of a cultural exchange program run by the Angolan government. I had been assigned to a small town in Zaire, one of Angola’s eighteen...
