Category: Sex

There’s been a silence in my living room since I asked the man I love to fuck another woman while I sit comfortably in the corner of the room. He has not moved or said a word for at least 5 minutes and I’m starting to worry. I can’t read the expression on his face...

We’ve been chatting all afternoon about fucking and I’ve been grinning at my screen like a naughty school girl. After a long thread of erotic texting he says he wants to see me and I agree because I’ve been craving his kisses all week long. With excitement, I get off the couch to rid myself...

I told another group that the sex trade is up there with production houses, publishers and Hollywood, because we are all in the entertainment industry. The girl on the Street is now shoulder to shoulder with Avril, Muthoni the author and Tanya. We are all entertainers. Or is it? Gone are the days when a...

The stereotype of a Street prostitute is that of a birdbrain, a girl dull enough all she could think of to earn a living was open her legs and lower herself to the bottom of society. Over time I have learnt there are few advantages of trying to prove otherwise to those clients who still...

A female teacher in the mixed boarding school that I attended used to compare us girls to a tin of cocoa; you remember the one which had a foil inside. “The first time you let a man touch your breasts or private parts, then you have opened the lid. The moment you lose your virginity,...

I have been in my kind business for almost three years now, during which I have slept with over a thousand different men. That figure is small as compared to some of you, men and women, who do it for pleasure, ego and money. Let’s not go to the money bit, but do take some...

There are two questions I always want to ask my clients. However, most of the times I don’t get to because if I did, I’d cross a delicate line in the client girl relationship; that of minding my own business. I have no right, moral or otherwise, to go poking my nose in the private...

The last few days I had been, anonymously, attending a workshop where all the women participants had this urban, suave and sophisticated talk as if they were all living the good times. Something about the way they carried themselves didn’t look real or perhaps because I haven’t socialized with their kind for long I felt...

Men pay for sex with a prostitute as if paying for a commodity. But my ideal situation would be if they paid for the service the same way one pays for a work of art. Not necessarily a Dali or Wanyu Brush but an obscure artist whose abstract painting pierces the soul of the buyer....

Like I mentioned before competition in our industry is becoming stiff as a result of uneven distribution and the alcohol laws. You know how many of the cheap downtown bar cum brothels have been turned into exhibition halls, and how the bars are not open during the day. Until recently the competition has been with...