Great Reads by Suki

  Tell me? Is it my skin? Do you have something for skin? Does it turn you on, that you can't control yourself and you want to be protected by me dressing well, otherwise you will rampage me? Tell me? Do my big breasts and bum provoke you enough that you can't control yourself and not touching me or stare at me inappropriately? Tell me? What goes on in your mind, when you see a little girl and all you want to do is get into the way of their innocence? ! Tell me how it makes you feel to walk behind a girl following her hips and being visibly hungry while you know she is already scared that a monster is behind her? Tell me old man, with your huge piece of shit, suffocating a little girl, what goes on in your mind when she lets out screams and in between you keep thrusting with every sound she makes? Tell me, do you know that those tears and blood are on you? You really can go that far to catch a nut? Bro!? How do you live with yourself from there hence?  Tell me?! Doesn't it ...

  Royal Academy Summer Exhibition, by far the most awaited art exhibition across the world. London had never been this beautiful. London had never felt so much like home. Like somewhere I belonged. There I was in the corridors of Burlington House. Across I’d see all sorts of people; brave-hearted, silver-souled, golden-tongued, just name it. Everyone with the heart and hand of art was there. In all honesty, I had never seen so much art under one roof. There in the ecstasy, dancing from one room to another, my phone beeped. Of course it had to be him. “Belladonna!” I exclaimed. “Where do I meet you? You are in Lowa already? Do you mind a cup of coffee?” He asked without at least inquiring on how I was. It had been three years for whatever sake. “Belladonna, Belladonna, isn’t the night too young for a cup of coffee?” I said sarcastically in my false British accent. “I’ve sent you my location see you in twenty my dear!”   Belladonna said feigning a deeper accent. I ha...

  Bitter blood in my veins, A lonely moonlight, In the middle of December. His ruining love, That comes in a certain hue of gray. All the lonely shadow dances, Behind my dark room. You start a war, That I'm the battlefield too, And the weapon, and more. I crave the wanting and Like how you hurt me so well! And how it gives me a pretty sort of pain, Does it make you feel better? Kissing with your eyes wide open, And saying it feels so good Does it really! Secrets, horrible secrets I see them buried behind your words Wrapped in pain, tears, power Tell me something! What is this obsession thing with you These careless feelings for me The impassionate, brutal, but yet so passionate. Love, sex, honesty, loyalty, One day I feel so solo, And just one touch, subtle touch on my lips, You awaken every sense, emotion, in me, every hair. And the magic of being a symphony, Just awakens, This dark poisson, Black, white, gray, blue emotions, All these tears,  But I still wanna stay, You stil...

Part 2. Welcome back, ......... "Bitchhhhhh we ain't that lose! Are we? When did you move in again? And how long have you known that guy? No you didn't have sex with him!" I add.    Honestly I couldn't come to terms with it. Bobo was only one week old in her place and all these people were new and here she is telling me she had sex with him. Wow! I felt all these chills mostly because it's Bobo we are talking about, and even worse because we almost fucked the previous night. Should I tell her?     "Did he make you do it?" I asked actually concerned.    "Can I explain?" Bobo said laughing actually!     "He didn't make me. The day I moved in he was there the whole evening. And the following day too. Of course with the rest of them. But I didn't ever notice any of them except from Edu. The third day he came in before the rest. He was feeling sick so he had to leave class. I needed to leave for TRM but whole time I was just lazing ...

   My name is Suki Sukari. All fiction!! PART 1   So my friend Bobo moves to a new place and invites me over. After class namcall and bingo! My bitch is free and in the house. She directs me to her place and in like 20 I'm there. You know that afternoon walk from KU to Kahawa with the sun up like crazy. When I get there first thing I take a nap. Two hours or whatever later I get up and realize we are actually five in the room. Two other girls I don't know, a dude, and Bobo. Are these her friends? I'm like the closest friend she has so obviously am wondering who the hell are these people I haven't met.   My girl tells me immediately,    "Hii place ni Kama hostel so I stay with the kashort girl there, these are her friends."    "Well, okay! "    She asks if I want to take a walk but am quite comfortable so I just chill there. Bree realizes am up and actually introduces  herself and everyone else in  the room.The other girl is Joy...

"Are you even over him?" My sister asks! "How would I tell that am over him. How should I feel rather?" "I don't understand either. But the way you stared at his side, just something about how you looked at him." "It's all in your mind Lex. I think am over him."    But was I really over him? Even the slightest inch of trying to forget him or push him behind my mind for atleast a second. The fact that I thought about him more, now that we were not together, then when we were together freaked me out. Honestly it did. Are there like pills to get over someone? I swear I'd trade my organs for atleast a half day dose.     My therapist would easily call my situation a strange addiction. I would nod and then stop suddenly and maybe exclaim, "Strange huh!"     "Is it strange to feel someone so strongly or what?"    "It is strange that you are no longer together and you have all these fresh feelings for him."     I...

  Like  Gillian Flynn thought, that maybe we are all play-acting, there can be no such thing as soulmates, because we don't have genuine souls. I will tell you a story about my ex-boyfriend. The love we shared rather I shared since there was no giving but just taking from me. Love can't really be placed. You do not know what or where to place the optimum emotion to define love. Is it when you are feeling safe? Or when you are feeling so in tune with him? But this is the way I like to define mine, that love is a broad spectrum, a wide and long road to ups and downs, storms and black ice, fights and spilled blood, good and bad days but there is this common ground and the softest spot about love, the undefeated and undefinable connection between two people. But is it really soft? My ex-boyfriend used to mind fuck me and I swear there is no other pleasure more thrilling and sinful to which I could agree. I liked the way he played with my mind. One moment he wants me the next he sh...

One day you wake up and you don't wanna leave bed, you can't lift your hands up to clean up yourself, or even open your mouth to have anything, not even your best ice cream. And you wanna just lay down, feel nothing, but your mind doesn't feel that way. Your thoughts stab every nerve in your mind, memories, trauma, pain, and for a moment, you are a stranger to your own self. You may think you are numb but you are not, you realize later that actually you feel too much, feel the hurt, the loss, the anxiety, the pressure, and nothing quite positive could change how you feel at this moment. Then alongside you, is a knife broken glass, razor and you just wanna cut, bleed and wake the "you" in you up. Like they are asleep. A therapist will tell you to get up and wash up and shout something positive, and put on loud music, and drown in it and eventually try to forget or push away that thing in your mind that allegedly eats you up. Isn't that running from it? I will t...