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Unconventional Pleasures | Breaking Society’s S*xual Bondage

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“Do you know what I’ve been thinking about since I came”? That was all it took to bring my impatiently rising libido to a halt. Before I could affirm or otherwise to the question, I felt his lips nibbling on mine.

It took me shorter than a blink to respond to the nectar that was being fed to me. Who could even say no to lips that adorn deliciousness in bold? His caresses tamed the anxiety I have harboured. I pulled away playing coy only for me to inadvertently pounce on him like a lion who lives on a desert.

One thing of course led to the other as he deliberately slide into me, thrusting deeper with every breath. Seconds passed into what seemed like forever as the humping became rhythmic. Magic was being worked on me as dude touched spots that I never knew could react to any sort of stimuli.

With just a heartbeat stroke, dude “opened sesame” to me and I just knew I would make it in life. He had the penis that was divinely made to compliment my sensitive vag*na. I was left in a trance; all I could see was steam and what seemed like fog that had clouded the windshield.

I never thought I could be one of the many people who could actually find the insides of a car comfortable enough to make bed in it, let alone get laid. Maybe it is true that there is absolutely nothing exciting and endearing about bedroom s*x anymore.

Although we are accustomed to it, I say conformity is the jailer of freedom and an enemy to growth. In the part of the world where the globe has situated me (Ghana), one is often chastised if they decide to behave and act contrary to the very norms society has clad in a palanquin.

People would rather talk about everything than topics that would eventually end with s*x. And the few people who have mustered a jell-O courage conversate on such topics but end up looking like suspecting thieves.

The holier than thou attitude attributed to s*x is just suffocating; but the truth is more than half of the populace engage in s*x someway somehow. So I see no reason why talking explicitly about it should raise eyebrows.

I could say I am s*xually driven and motivated; impulsive and daring to a very large extent. And oh yes, I’ve had one to many s*x, I believe in libertarianism so don’t even begin to think far dear reader.


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Growing up I subjected myself to the everyday bedroom s*x with “missionary” the only style I could pop my collar on. My enthusiasm on s*x got me reading and listening to anything that was s*xually inclined.

I went beyond my ‘comfort zone’ and started exploring and exploiting my s*xuality. Thanks to E.L James’ fifty shades of grey; I experimented the kinky stuff, not the cuffs and slaps kind though but a rather subtle kind quite distinct from the everyday ‘chocolate s*x’.

So have I had s*x in obscene and compromising places. All has not been christmas and new year’s; I’ve had an appreciable number of extremely bad s*x that makes me want to puke every time I remember it. Do not hail me yet dear reader, I am not a s*x goddess neither am I the queen of promiscuity.

I am just someone whose cravings for curiosity needs satisfaction. Upon all my waywardness, I don’t know why I never tried banging in a car. Maybe it’s because I always felt it would be uncomfy looking at how limited the space in a car is.

I wanted to experience the feeling that coupled s*x in an elevator, knowing that anyone could chance upon you made it more appealing and daring to me. However that dream never materialized. Well maybe later in life, but in lieu of that I experienced another. Until I find someone who would “quickie” with me in an elevator, I would just live with the memory I made.

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