TALES FROM THE CITIES.

Click to Read Fatal Pursuits: Part I Click to Read Fatal Pursuits: Part II The man waited, it was getting dark. Rushing to where his fiancée would have met his friend as planned, he feared for the worse as he dashed along the forest, his heart pounding. Getting to the cave, he saw the two chalk sign and entered quietly – the symbol used by lovers to mark attendance. There in the short distance was Ojemba’s head, appearing and disappearing behind the boulder, when it appeared, his mouth opened as though he was gasping for air before it disappeared behind the boulder. The man slowly approached the boulder. On her hands, elbows and knees was the love of his life and his wife to be, naked, covered in sweat and dirt, her plump buttocks bouncing off of Ojemba’s thrusting pelvic region, the man’s hands firmly grabbed the woman’s waist as he groaned and she moaned with each thrust. The man looking at this sensuous scene had asked the love of his life what it would cost to have her fr...

Click here for Part I.       Wanting more is not necessarily a bad thing, especially if all one gets is the small rations that everyone gets – right? The fair-skinned woman asked herself as she looked disgustingly at the ration given to her by the wife of the village’s wealthiest man, Chief Ikemba. The woman hissed as she examined the contents of the strange material they called “Nylon”. The look of ingratitude and discontent was observed by a man sitting from afar, who was watching his wife spend his money judiciously; judiciously because it was part and parcel of his campaign for the Prime Minister’s position in the Kingdom.      But damn who was this woman the man seated on the stool wondered to himself, her body was desirable “look at those breasts, her bottom, she’s so fair-skinned – I am going to be so stressed during this campaign, it won’t be bad to have her relieve my stress every now and then. I will wait till I get elected, I don’t need a ...