Vincent de Paul - Kenyan Writer
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Confessions of a Sexprenuer
Confessions of a Sexprenuer

When other brains were discovering nuclear energy and launching revolutionary mobile money transfer systems in Kenya, I was thinking about sex. “Welcome home, dear. You are tense, and look tired,” Lilibeth observes. “Would you like a massage?” “Not now, Lily,” I say as I lean in for a kiss. “Of course, sir,” she replies, and

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Like You Love Me
Like You Love Me

Sit on my lap like you love me but don’t put your hands on me. Kiss me like you love me but don’t close your eyes. Consort with me like you love me but don’t come with me.

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Mating of the Crows
Mating of the Crows

Love and hate keep them together and love and hate mate. He, love, worships her on the altar of love has sacrificed the world for his goddess. She, hate, despises him her love for him is disgust. All what love wants is her heart, body and soul All hate gives is coldness and aloofness; yet

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FICTION | Late Night Shootout at Embakasi
FICTION | Late Night Shootout at Embakasi

Most soldiers, while in the battlefield, fantasize of palm-fringed beaches, sex, and alcohol when, and if, they get back home; not necessarily in that order. They watch poor quality porn on their phones to remind them of what they are missing, and how the female body looks like. That’s most soldiers, but I am not

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