A fantasy fulfilled Ifeoma pulled the hood of her cardigan forward over her eyes, even though it did no good. She peered down the street through the raindrops on her glasses. Where are these ‘KEKE’ (commercial tricycles)? It was dark and getting colder. And now it was raining, too. There was no kEKE in sight.
The Special Gift on Christmas Eve
If you’ve read any of my stories, you know who I am and what I’m pretty much all about sexually. I stayed single until I was damn near forty and lived my sexual life to the fullest. There are many stories, some may seem to many like fantasy, but I’ve lived every one of them