**Arrivals** Agbagwa summoned a taxi at the airport's main exit, he thought back to the two customs officers who'd escorted him into a small office. At first, the short fat blonde in her late forties had been aggressive and very cheeky. The other -- a slim young man with short fair hair -- hadn't spoken much. Between them, they asked many questions and, even though Agbagwa told them he was a prince in his country, they st...

Prince Agbagwa the Voodoo witch doctor comes to the city. The daughter Agbagwa walked to the table, took a drink, then sat. The girl had made her way to the middle of the room and stood watching Agbagwa as he lifted the two dolls that were tied together. “This is you and I.” The girl nodded. “You are a love slave to Prince Agbagwa.” The girl nodded again. “I look at you… now undress.” She removed her clothes and stood nak...

Back at the room Sophie was still pleading with Ian to take her back. “Please, I need you,” she cried. “It’s over, Sophie. You were just a bit of fun, something my wife wasn’t.” “I can be that again. I don’t mind being the other woman. I won’t ask you for anything other than sex.” “Sophie, I want my wife. You need to accept that I don’t want you anymore.” Agbagwa saw her perfect little face drop and her beautiful blue eye...

How did I get here? Carol couldn’t believe she was acting this way. She knew that men admired her and she was more than confident about her body and looks — but she’d always been reserved with men and about sex. Yet, somehow, this black man was different from anyone she’d met and Carol continued kissing and caressing him. Although not attracted to him, she found it impossible to resist him. It seemed her body and mind bel...

I’m looking for Agbagwa Matt knocked on the door to room 413. He was about to tap again when a pretty woman in a bathrobe abruptly answered. Blonde and in her early twenties with a pale complexion, she looked at him and raised her eyebrows in a ‘What is it?’ response. “I’m looking for Agbagwa,” Matt stuttered before again checking the brass number on the door. “Who shall I say is calling?” “Tell him my name is Matt Rogers...

Matt drove to his local pub, parked at the back, and entered through the side entrance. Sitting at the bar, a cold beer quenched his thirst and also steadied his pumping adrenalin. He replayed what had just happened in his house, thinking how in control he’d been, maybe for the first time in his marriage. He unconsciously smiled as he thought about Roger running from his pleading wife, his self-confidence shattered. And t...

Matt was aware during dinner that Kim was desperate to pull him over the table and make love to him. She really wanted her sister to leave and for them to be hard at it before Jess had even reached home. She’d never desired anyone so much. As Matt finished his dinner, he was also aware that Jess had something to tell him and that she wanted to be alone with him. “Did you enjoy it, dear?” his wife asked as he relaxed back...

The weeks that followed Matt had been having a great time not only because sex with his wife was fantastic but mainly due to the fact he was also bedding Jess, her gorgeous sister. When Kim went out the front door, Jess would sneak in the back door. Kim had struggled with her new sex drive. The humiliation of offering herself to him, needing him, was puzzling — and torture. The cheating plan Matt sat in the living room re...

What an invitation Harrison cycled the familiar streets, never varying in the last five years his route. He still enjoyed delivering the papers even at eighteen, the round had allowed him to save for college and he would genuinely miss the customers. especially the Roger's house. Of all his stops, he enjoyed delivering to one particular house: the couple were not only good tippers but Mrs Rogers usually paid and she was i...

Part 1 Michelle, clad in her impeccable power suit and carrying her briefcase, scanned the gloomy alley. Her gaze settled on an ancient man curled under a tattered blanket, with a wrinkled face concealed beneath a scruffy beard. With a sinister grin, she sauntered towards him. "Hello, honey," she drawled in a seductive tone, allowing her voice to ooze with temptation. She kneeled down beside him, running her fingers throu...

Last Tuesday Michelle walked towards the dark car park, failing to notice the large black man in the gloom; Agbagwa had watched and waited since their earlier quarrel. “Kiss me,” he called to her. Michelle turned and embraced him, her lips meeting his. Agbagwa broke away; he began to whisper into her ear, then kissed her again before stepping back. Michelle turned and headed for her car with no memory of what had just hap...

Part 3 Months later... Michelle stumbled through the door, exhausted from another long day at work. Despite her weariness, she couldn't help but notice the change in her living space. Gene had clearly moved himself in over the last few months, and his slovenly habits. Instead of feeling irritated by the mess and smell that filled the room, something within her was ignited. The sight of Gene sitting dishevelled on the sofa...