Davetula Konsult

IT was supposed to be one  of these common-place  flings that married men have all of the time but when Banky embarked on his a few years ago, it changed the course of his life, and his family’s for ever. According to him: “I was one of the early casualties of the so-called current economic crunch. I lost my job when the small company I worked for pruned its staff to just six. I was the accountant, and my misfortune happened just about when the bi-annual rent of our flat was due and I couldn’t pay up. In the end my parents-in-law agreed to accommodate us … in their home until I found a job. “My father-in-law eventually found a job for me in one of these sophisticated hotels on the Island. The owner happens to be his very good friend and I was to double as personnel manager along with my accounting job. I often mingled with other members of staff at the bar during our less busy periods and became friendly with one of the waitresses. She’s a bubbly and pretty girl with a fantastic

Sofola, IT’S no news that women, like their male counterparts, indulge their sexual fantasies from time to time, but, unlike men, they need to keep a stiff upper lip about their escapades—most of the time. But have you ever imagined that a day would come when a married woman would openly parade her lust with the connivance of her husband? Of course, we’ve heard of polyandry, a term used for a woman with more than one husband. Its practice is more prevalent in remote areas devoid of civilization where there is an acute shortage of women. But in the civilized world, another vocabulary has been added to the marital setting. It is called polyamory. I recently came across it whilst reading the interesting story of Sarah Wheeler, a 32-year-old married mother who said: “I was married to a man called Paul and at first, I had no doubt about the commitment we had made to each other to be faithful for the rest of our lives. Then I became close to a male friend and we began to spend a lo

When I was in primary school, I noticed the way most boys in my class would act when they see that girl they like, and how they would give that one girl their biscuits, juice, chewing gum etc... I saw the way the girl would feel on top of the world and make other girls like me jealous . I also saw the way, girls in my class would give biscuits freely to the boys they like without the boys asking, how the boys would smile and collect the biscuits happily. But would refuse a fellow girl when she asks. . Those days! . Then I got into secondary school, and I saw the same, just that it was more advanced, boys would write love letters to that special one. I made money then. These boys didn't know how to draw and compose love lines, so they would meet me and I would design very lovely cards and notes for them... The richer boys would buy flowers, or set of panties, socks, ear-rings etc..for their crush. The girls would do same..for theirs. In all of these, there were some that

18 Plus ( + ) . A group of 7 ladies came to our house last week. They stayed for 4 days and it was a nice experience. Being the only daughter without a sister, I kinda liked their company. We had girls talk. We talked about everything. I mostly did the laughing and the comedienne of the house. . . We got talking and we got to sex. One of the ladies said she doesn't like to talk about sex because she hates it and she was advised to borrow my earpiece for the duration of the sex talk. In our discussion, we were talking about our sex adventure. The one that said she hates sex said she can never allow her boyfriend go down on her, she even added #God_Forbid to it, 'that irritating thing, that smelling thing?'. ' Even me I can't even taste or put my tongue into it' she said with so much disgust. The other ladies jaws dropped. They tried telling her what she has been missing and how it is best to them. You know those kind talk? She refused, she said &#

I’ve always believed there’s no point hanging on to a dead marriage where both partners no longer see eye to eye. The few victims who’ve had the guts to pack such a marriage in have confessed to being relieved – and happy. Joy’s marriage was already on its back, with the hooves virtually in the air, when she told me she would rather be on her own than live with the ‘lodger’ her husband had turned into. Not one to act on impulse, I asked her to give such a hard decision a deep thought before she threw in the towel. “It’s not as if I have children to consider,” she said. “I have only one daughter, and she’s in the university. Most of the time, I’m on my own whilst Cyril (the husband) lives his own life. He goes and comes as he pleases. Well, I want to do the same without being labelled adulterous! I feel I can work better and improve the quality of my life without a stressful marriage.” Her chance came when she heard on the grapevine that Cyril had been giving a lot of attentio