"How about we do this, you help me get back at work and I help with your... Orgasm Problem" "I don't have a problem" I say defensively and almost offended, if only he wasn't speaking the truth. "You know you do, I heard you. Remember?" "You shouldn't be eavesdropping on people's conversations like that. It's rude." "And I apologise for it. Now back to the big O problem, Let me help you with that. " he leans forward and stares right into the windows of my soul. My 'Yes' is begging to be released from the grip of my tongue, lord knows I do have a problem. But I know.... I know that once I cross this line, there's no turning back, there's no wishing for a way back and there's definetly no denying that I'll be putting a lot of things on the line, including my own life.

𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙳. 🖤 "𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎." 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝. 𝚁𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 ?

"Okay okay, you're right. I want you to be safe so you can come back home to me every night Mr. Hlatshwayo"- I say leaning in. He feeds into it, men are so easy to manipulate... "So can I keep it?"-Him "Hell no! find security, there is no way you keeping that thing next to me. It's so freaking hard even, I can feel it from here"-Me "Oh that's not my gun Mrs. Hlatshwayo. Someones just really excited to see you"-He chuckles. Naughty! He smears me on the bed and settles in between my legs. "Please be gentle"- I whisper. He listens.

You don't know his name, you don't know his life. But see for yourself, this old man rediscovering his wife and his past again, through that preserved vinyls. See him struggling with death and all the trouble it brings on a uncommonly hot February day in Delhi, India.

A story of a young woman by the name of Salinda Kritzia Smith who has been through Hell on Earth but still trying to live as she navigates herself through pain,Abuse and mostly accepting love. Love in any form seems to trigger panic and anxiety. Find out if she will ever be rid of her past and live in the moment or will her past always be that black cloud over her head.....

𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 :)

African story about a typical south African family.

a teenage Indian boy watches with his blind sister the spectacle of dussehra, an Indian festival and while describing things to her, finds out quite a few things and life, writing and inspiration himself.

An anthology of poems by Tokisho M, focusing on depression, Body positivity, friendship and life in general,FYI I can't do love poems. Check more stories on Visionary Writings. http://visionarywritings.com/author/16000

Bribed by her stubborn and terribly conceited self, Imani Ane agrees to be the personal maid of a creep whose family's a little too perfect. To the undeniably humble Ane, all's generally fine as she struts about the wealthy Campbell's residence and tends to its needy, frustratingly beautiful twig of a Master, but such mercy's bound to not last long── love is in the air with little to no patience, and so are the demons hiding in plain sight, always ready to pounce on any soul that disturbs them, even if they're Ane's own. Prepare yourselves for a wild, unforgettable mash-up of humor, psycho-thrill, and drama. © 2019-2021 Indigo Ivy Salamander / @indigosa All Rights Reserved ----- Featured in the 2022 @Wattpad Community Curator List for Hispanic and Latin American Heritage Month. Also featured as a 2020 Hidden Gem by Wattpad HQ's @WattpadExplorer. **This story contains mature content, including but not limited to graphic depictions of violence, and self-harm themes, as significant elements of its plot. It involves abuse, bullying, and neglect. I do not promote nor encourage any of the aforementioned. My characters' actions, thoughts, and values are not reflective of my own. Reader discretion is advised.** This story is a rough draft. Feel free to provide constructive feedback!