Episode 34: Relics Of A Prostitute

Anyone visiting my house would find no explicit clue to hint at the kind of work I do. A pack of condoms, a bottle of spirit and half life c...

Episode 33: Mea Culpa

The morals of a prostitute, as I have noted before, have been compared to those of an alley cat; meaning there are non existent. There is no...

Episode 32: The Female Client

Shortly after shifting to the Street I heard about Nyambura Mwanaume. (Loosely translated to Nyambura the man). This, according to the story...

Episode 31: My Toy Boy ( Sort Of )

Very early in my work I realized most men want to believe they are the best in sex; and want to be acknowledged so. Quite a number are in a ...

A Sex Free Break

I hate to think I am addicted to the Street. It's more comforting to believe I can quit anytime. I took a break because I was bored, but...