The Art Gallery

So again,I was pressured by one @swirrytwix on twitter to post more of my stories.Well,this is the last one I’ll post for now.The rest,maybe when I finally get to publish my book,you will all have a chance of reading them.It’s called The Art Gallery,enjoy:-)

Sergio the Painter.That’s what I liked to call him.He had this artistic sexy look about him.Dark hair,eyes so dark and intense they sent shivers down my spine.But he was one fine brother,the way he held his brush while painting.I wish I was his muse,lying naked on the floor,him brushing my body with his fingers,caressing my foot with his gifted hands.Carefully stroking my body in circular motions.But according to him,I was just a lover of arts,he never gave me a second glance,always sent his assistant to help me choose paintings.Why couldn’t he see the desire burning inside my soul for him?!it’s like all I was,was a mirage to him.Every time I walked inside the gallery,he would always be busy on a painting he didn’t allow anyone to see.I kept asking his assistant what he was drawing,but all he would say was,”Sergio doesn’t like anyone seeing his paintings,till his satisfied with it”.The curiosity drove me mad.All I wanted was for him to notice me,to be his inspiration,have him penetrate inside me gently and deeply.See the colors of love in his eyes,as he took me to heights i couldn’t fathom.But I was invisible to him.My emotions were in turmoil.My every being wanted Sergio so bad.His dark eyes drew me to him like a moth to a flame.I wanted him to hold me in his arms like that paintbrush,move my body in every different angle possible.I was so busy in fantasy world to notice the poster on the wall,until his assistant came up to me and told me Sergio had an art gallery display that Friday night.I didn’t see the need to attend it,after all the paintings I bought,yet he didn’t even notice me once?!But I was addicted to his paintings,as much as I was addicted to him.As his assistant caught my attention when he said,”Sergio would really love it if you attended the Art Opening”.I was more than ecstatic,he didn’t have to say no more.In my mind I was already figuring what I would wear for the night.That sexy black dress,the dress that Sergio would one day undress from me.I couldn’t wait for Friday to reach..

Finally the day of the Art Opening arrived.There I was in my little black dress looking all sexy.The gallery was full of art lovers,though all I wanted was to have Sergio all to myself.But this was his show,he directed the script of my desires.I needed to calm my nerves,here I was thinking he would as much as acknowledge my presence,but he kept mingling with the guests as my frustrations became too much to bear.”Why did I keep doing this to myself?”I wondered.I had to distract my mind somehow from him.I kept admiring the beautiful art on the wall,yet I was so deep in thought.Thoughts of him loving me,touching me.I lost count of how many glasses of wine I took.My mind was now intoxicated,but I needed him to toxify my body with his fingers,to draw the emotions of my desires.Then I had a tap on my shoulder.It was Sergio!My heart skipped a beat when I saw him so close to me.I could feel the warmth in his breathe.Noticing the awe in my face,he broke the silence and said,”I notice you love my art so much,I have a masterpiece I’ve finished working on,that I would really like for you to see”.Smiling seductively at him,I said,”Just lead the way,I would more than love to see it”.Placing my glass of wine on the table,i followed him back to the upper floor,where his loft was.There it was!The most beautiful painting I had ever seen

I don’t know if it was the wine or my emotions overcoming me,but tears started rolling down my face.He moved closer to me,gazed deep into my eyes with those dark piercing eyes of his,and wiped the tears from my eyes.Then he gently kissed every drop from my face,and asked me why I was crying.I looked at him and said,”This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me”.He then whisked me off to bed saying,”You are my inspiration,just like that painting,I want to be your canvas and hold you so close.Now I need you to be my muse,so we can finish drawing this work of art together”.I thought I was dreaming,or really intoxicated from the wine to differentiate reality from fantasy.But this wasn’t a dream,I was here with Sergio.He slowly undressed me.Down the little black dress came tumbling down.As his dark eyes trailed me to the bed.He stood and watched me relax atop the satin sheets.Examining every angle of my body like a painting.I slowly spread my thighs nice and wide,then smiled at him.It was as if he was sketching me in his head!Whispering to me,he said,”you’re a goddess of heavenly beauty stretched from the headboard toward the foot of my bed”.I wanted him inside me so bad,but he sat on the bench of the foot of the bed admiring my body.Then he stood up,leaned towards me softly,kissing my forehead and said,”I’m here to paint and please you,not just today,but every day.He went and sat back at the foot of the bed and whispered,”spread your legs a little wider and bend your knees a little bit more so I can admire my pretty pearl”.I never knew passion could taste so sweet.He took me to heights I couldn’t imagine.My hips jerked as my heart kept beating fast.As we both exhaled to a moment,that was forever sketched in my memory.I finally became the brush he needed to create a masterpiece.That truly was the best Art Opening I ever attended,I smiled to myself:-)


Hot Chocolate

I’ve never published some of my writings to the public before,mainly because I still don’t believe that I’m a good writer,and mostly because my writing tends to go on the more raunchy and erotic way,and many people judge me by what I write.But here’s one of the first pieces I ever wrote a few years back,when that bulb moment came upon me and I quickly looked for some ink and pen and put it in’s called Hot Chocolate..Enjoy:-)

He always sat next to the window overlooking the streets at my favourite coffee shop,busy typing away his documents on his computer as he slowly sipped his coffee.Too busy to notice the sensual scent that lingered as I passed him by,and sat right opposite him,drinking my Mayan Hot chocolate,hoping he’d steal a glance my way.His muscular arms almost ripping from his shirt,as he gently lifts his cup of coffee,slowly into his mouth,as I get lost in fantasy,of him whisking me up,with those manly arms,arms so strong he’d bring a whole city down like Samson,I wish I was his Delilah,and let him hold my body tight,grip me into his caramel warm skin,me sinking my nails deep in his back,as he thrusts harder and deeper inside me.If only he knew what he did to me,to my body.Then my fantasy is cut short by the ring on his finger.”The good ones are always taken”I sigh to myself.Time to put out this burning desire inside me,wanting him,longing for his touch,feel his thickness,his big manliness covering me up inside,as we dance to the rhythm of our bodies entwined as one..I can’t keep doing this to myself.The next day I decide not to go to my usual coffee spot,me and him were never meant to be,he’ll always be a fantasy for me to open up my legs wide at night,touch and play with myself,with visions of him eating me up,like the croissant he always orders with his coffee.

But there’s a flame burning inside me,that just has to see him just this once,the temptation to see him to hard to resist.I find myself strolling nonchalantly to my spot at the coffee shop.Damn!There he is sitting in my spot,though I wouldn’t mind him hitting my G-spot,but what the hell is he doing in my spot?!Maybe today’s the day that will turn this fantasy into reality,I think to myself.I walk up to him and ask him casually,”excuse me sir,but is this sit taken?See I don’t know if you’ve noticed this,but this here is my spot”He looks at me,with those beautiful soft lips,lips that I would like to kiss,to feel their warmth inside my mouth,and says,”I thought you wouldn’t mind us sharing this spot together”I manage to throw him a casual smile.”Not at all”,I say,my mama taught me never to let a man know you want him,let him chase you,and enjoy the thrill.But inside I was throwing pom poms,fireworks displayed,jumping up and down like a little girl.I pull out my notebook,pretend to write,while all the while I was his scent mesmerized me.The waiter came to take my order,I told her the usual.Mayan Hot chocolate.He looked up at me and asked why hot chocolate,this was my chance,I couldn’t let this moment pass,so I arched myself as best as I could,made sure he noticed my unbuttoned blouse,and my breasts all ready to be sucked by him.Then I said,”See,I love my hot chocolate sensual,there’s a beauty in how it’s mixed,Mayan Hot chocolate is my favourite,the cinnamon and cayenne pepper make it hot and spicy,just the way you do”And that’s when I realized the slip of my tongue,he now knew how I felt for him,I couldn’t take it back,as my cheeks turned into a crimson red,damn!what had I done,please say something,stop staring at me,I kept thinking to myself.Then he broke the awkward silence and said,”a girl who knows just what she wants”.I just stroked my hair,blushing and said yes.He kept on talking,”I’ve always wanted to pour deep inside you like milk,warmly trickling every part of your being,heat you up on high,like the hot chocolate in the microwave boiling,I want to stir you up,slowly,with a whisk of my touch,hold you close,feel your short breaths in my ears as you urge me to go on and on,as your legs tremble with ecstasy,and your toes curl behind my back as we exhale from satisfaction”.I couln’t feel my legs,he had me all wet now,all I wanted was to have him inside me even if it was only for a night,because I knew he belonged to someone else.Just the way I like my hot chocolate,with some whip cream on top,I wanted to pour some whip cream on his thickness,lick it all up in my mouth,tighten my fingers and slide them down to his nuts,grabbing his thickness now all nice and long,covered in whip cream,opening my mouth wide,massage his thickness with my tongue,ease it out of my mouth,while I tightened my jaws around it,bobbing up and down his thickness like the hot chocolate melting in my mouth.Just like that,he could read my mind,and knew what I was the waiter came back with my order,i slowly drank my hot chocolate,and he quickly finished his cup of coffee and paid the bill..Yeah,my hot chocolate filled my appetite just right…….

Picture Perfect

Hey beautiful people!Hope you all had a lovely weekend..I know I did:-)This weekend was just relaxing and peaceful for me,got to bond with old friends that I haven’t seen in a while,and just be at one with the beautiful scenery of Ngong…Anyway my friends always say I have an eye for photography,that I should take it up seriously,so I decided hmmm let me let you judge for are some few photos I took of my lovely friends and I’ll only publish just a few,because I respect people’s privacy and not post photos without their consent..

That is my lovely friend,and my fave model to work with…my Pentax camera just loves her,here’s another shot i just loved taking..

So maybe i do have a shot in doing some photography on the side,aye?should i add more just to wet your appetite?hmmm ok,just a few more…

My fave photo of them all was this….

And let me end it with a photo of my two fave gals,and me;-)


Haters-Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou is one of those poets i always look up to,and hope that someday,I’ll be able to be half as good as her.She always has a way with words,I’ve read all her books,and basically I’m just her biggest groupie;-)But there’s this one piece,that I always cherish everytime,I’m going through some things in life,you know when at times criticism seems to get the best of you kinda things?Well this piece always helps me cope abit.Just thought I’d share it with you guys…Enjoy!

Hater/ By Maya Angelou

A hater is someone who is jealous and envious and spends all their
time trying to make you look small so they can look tall.

They are very negative people to say the least. Nothing is ever
good enough!

When you make your mark, you will always attract some haters…

That’s why you have to be careful with whom you share your
blessings and your dreams, because some folk can’t handle seeing
you blessed….

It’s dangerous to be like somebody else… If God wanted you to be
like somebody else, He would have given you what He gave them! Right?

You never know what people have gone through to get what they

The problem I have with haters is that they see my glory, but they
don’t know my story…

If the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, you
can rest assured that the water bill is higher there too!

We’ve all got some haters among us!

Some people envy you because you can:
a) Have a relationship with God
b) Light up a room when you walk in
c) Start your own business
d) Tell a man / woman to hit the curb
(if he / she isn’t about the right thing)
e) Raise your children without both parents being
in the home

Haters can’t stand to see you happy.
Haters will never want to see you succeed.
Most of our haters are people who are supposed to be
on our side.

How do you handle your undercover haters?

You can handle these haters by:

1. Knowing who you are & who your true friends are

2. Having a purpose to your life: Purpose does not
mean having a job. You can have a job and still be

A purpose is having a clear sense of what God has called you to be.
Your purpose is not defined by what others think about you.

3. By remembering what you have is by divine
prerogative and not human manipulation.

Fulfill your dreams! You only have one life to live…when its your
time to leave this earth, you ‘want’ to be able to say, ‘I’ve lived my
life and fulfilled ‘my’ dreams,… Now I’m ready to go HOME!

When God gives you favor, you can tell your haters, ‘Don’t look at
me…Look at Who is in charge of me….’

Maya Angelou

Waves and Motions

It was time to pack up and leave,
Leave the hustle and bustle of the city.
Tired of the choking pollution,the silly commotion
Gasping for some clean fresh air,
Yeah it was time to leave,for some peace and sanity
To find some clarity.
Ease a troubled mind,some tranquility to find.
So the journey began.This was going to be fun.
Sun,sand and beach at last!
Then it happened so fast.wait!Let’s reverse
Let’s take it back,back to the beautiful scenes
The cool breeze,the green Baobab trees..
Some Norah Jones kinda jazzy tunes..
You know the kind that gets you in the mood?
That mood that makes you want to get up to no good,kinda tunes.
Don’t know Why,I just felt He Came Away With me,
The tunes gave me the blues,
All i wanted was to sing his melody,hit the high notes;
Do,Mi so,and end it with aah ma ma mia;-)
Flash forward to the beach,the clean,white sandy beach.
Water lying still as warm drops trickle down my body.Drip!Drip!
Damn!now I was all wet,his sweet touch I felt.
Deep in the very confines of my soul
His waves carrying me off the shores..
But I wanted to drown,drown in the Bermuda of his triangle,
Let him point me in all the horizontal angles.
He rocked my boat just right…
In the still of the night..
We drifted off to the waves of his ecstasy,fulfilling my every fantasy.
Then the thunder became stronger,with every wave it kept rocking our boat.So hard I couldn’t float.
A whirlwind of desire,that ignited my fire.
In the ocean we crashed…
On his waves and motions,we thrashed..
The calm before the storm had me fooled.
But it felt good,like food to a hungry pauper.
I caught his tidal wave as he brought me back to the shore,
I was gasping for more.
The waves and motions lying still.
Yeah,this is the tranquility I needed to feel.
Gazing at the sun setting on the horizon,
The orange rays,reflecting on the waves,
He caught me in a daze.
I hope his tide will be high tonight,to pull me back like a coral reef
So deep in the sea,i can’t get free..
A perfect end to a beautiful vacation,
Learning the beauty of waves and motions……

Peace and Blessings,Vionna.(copy written,so don’t copy me)

Silent Stranger

This is just one of those poems that’s very personal to me…hope you enjoy the read…
For twenty some years now, I keep dreaming of your face,
The glint in your eyes, the echo of your laughter, the happily ever after..
The times we would have shared, the memories captured together,
The happiness and sorrows that we would have endured together…
You know, sibling rivalry, me pulling your hair, you stealing my lipstick.
Silent stranger, if only I could place a smile on that face

Things that could have been, though this memory has grown dim…
I used to picture me and you, hiding under blankets, telling scary stories,
Riding over the rainbow in cute pink ponies….
Savoring the innocence of our childhood,
Learning the lessons of adulthood
Me drying tears from your first heartbreak,
We beaming with joy on that special first kiss that made your body ache..
Silent stranger, if only I could place a smile on that face….

You started a journey that you never finished….
Tucked away in your safe haven, inside mummy’s tummy
Kicking every time mummy massaged her tummy,
But you decided to stop kicking, stop breathing…
You only had two months to go silent stranger,
Why didn’t you wait longer?
Seeing blood trickling down mama’s legs…
The sad look on her face, when they wrapped your pale body in that blanket..
The blanket mummy and I made to keep you warm when you came home,
Still holding on to your little fingers, her piercing cry lingers…
Silent stranger, if only I could put a smile on that face

The little sister I never had, never got the chance to mould you into a beautiful woman
To dance with, to cry with
I wish I didn’t wish so hard,
Maybe then you would be here with me.
My soul keeps crying for you silent stranger, the daughter, the sister,
Who I never got a chance to hold, to place a smile on your beautiful face

Sane People Against Valentines(S.P.A.V)

So today is the day i love to hate.February the 14th..the day people spend lavishly to have sex and lie to each other..I just don’t celebrate things because people do,I always like to know what the hell I’m celebrating..which brings me to Valentines,i don’t want to bombard you with the whole bullshit(forgive my French)of where Valentines came from,y’all can google that if you want..but all I know is No romantic elements are present in the original early medieval biographies of either of these martyrs. By the time a Saint Valentine became linked to romance in the 14th century, distinctions between Valentine of Rome and Valentine of Terni were utterly lost.So where were we?oh,back to killing that stupid kid cupid,with its arrows.I’m sure most sane women and men out there,know that you don’t need a freaking day in a year to spend it on a woman or a ladies and gents,join me in killing cupid this day.Love is already complicated as it is,we don’t need Valentines day making it worse!
Guys,you know I got your back like a wet tshirt..I’m with you on this..=).If you didn’t manage to break up with her,before this day,then I’m sorry there’s little we can do to help..that being said,the day is still young enough,we can find a way for you to do it!
1.Play the Bipolar card guys,always works and she will still forgive you for it,coz she understands your sick emotionally(I doubt Eminems girlfriend expects anything from him this day.Bipolar baby!works like a charm)
2.Be philosphical,tell her you don’t celebrate any holidays that have pagan links to it..i mean cupid was a greek god of love or some shit like that.thats pagan right there!
3.Be deceitful..Darling,my love for you cannot be measured in a day,364 days are not even enough for me to show you how much I love you,lets not let the world show us how to love..(pantyremover right there)
Sane Ladies,not to worry,i know men nowadays tend to be emotional and will expect to be shown some love today,but at least they never expect to be showered with gifts and what not,so I wont give you reasons to lie to them today…Save that guy the heartache of spending all that cash on you for a freaking day,when you can make him spend it on you for a freaking year..Today is just another Monday for me,yep I’m a cheap girlfriend like that;-)I’m sure to all the SPAVS out there,your tired of the happy valentines day tweets,updates like I am,and the women buying themselves roses and wearing red everywhere around town(rural swag right there)I’ve been living with a French couple for the past one week,and i tell you they find it so stupid that Kenyans make a big deal out of this holiday,yet to them it’s just a normal day..I couldn’t agree with them more,we adopted a western holiday that lives many bankrupt,and heartbroken,yet to them,it’s just another Manic Monday!I know many think that all who are Anti-Valentine are single bitter people,well i can tell you one thing,I’m far from single,and couldn’t be more happier,I’m just a Sane Person Against Valentines..Let me leave you all with a poem i found that just made my day today:Hearts and roses and kisses galore,
What the hell is all that shit for?
People get mushy and start acting queer,
It is definitely the most annoying day of the year.
This day needs to get the hell over with and pass,
Before I shove something up Cupid’s ass.
I’ll spend the day so drunk I can’t speak
And wear black for the rest of the week.
Guys act all sweet, but soon it will fade,
For all they are doing is trying to get laid.
The arrow Cupid shot at me must not have hit,
Cause I think this love thing is a crock of shit.
So, here’s my story… what else can I say?
Love bites my ass… Fuck Valentines Day!