One Sunday Morning

by Rosie R.
by Rosie R.

My life was just meaningless dates and acquaintances…and then there was Johnny. It was like things made sense when I met him.We clicked instantly. When I met Johnny, all the noise in my head got quiet and I was happy…goofy happy…like a crazy person…

Sexual Cannibalism

by Sam Kargbo
by Sam Kargbo

Assuming women were like the female praying mantis or the female black widow that feed on the male counterpart during or after sex, how many men would have loved or love to be loved by women?