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“Shame dies when stories are told in safe spaces.” | Hosted by @AishaKhamisAli, @Mekatilili_ & @Androdude | *We will tape a live show when we hit 5k*

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A thread of our spaces 🧵

[Aisha Khamis Ali @AishakhamisAli]

Small small money bouquet 💋
1500ksh in 50 change
☎️0743961720
📍Mombasa
We do deliveries
Rt widely!!

[Aisha Khamis Ali @AishakhamisAli]

Warembo 💋
📍Mombasa
We do deliveries
☎️0743961720
Rt widely!!

[Alpha. Handsomefreak🤤🥵 @hunkvibes]

backshots when they’re so fucked out they have to hold their body up because they can barely manage on their own… their mewled, half sobbed “I can’t” as they cling onto the pillow… that “you can” as they pull them closer when they weakly try to squirm away… yeah😋

[Aisha Khamis Ali @AishakhamisAli]

#EndFemicideKE

[EndFemicideKe @Endfemicideke]

We sincerely thank all who are showing up today nationally across all counties. While all other counties that marched were met peacefully by the state, Nairobi was marked by state violence, assaults, arrests & reports of live & rubber bullets & tear gas. #EndFemicideKE

[EndFemicideKe @Endfemicideke]

Please note, that Nairobi County march specifically, is a crisis and emergency zone. Leave Nairobi CBD as soon as you can, our coordinators have been hurt, and arrested and are facing intimidation as we speak. Please call 0716200100 for emergencies #EndFemicideKE

[Aisha Khamis Ali @AishakhamisAli]

Goodmorning 😊
I am a florist in mombasa
And i make flower arrangements and bouquet
☎️0743961720
📍Mombasa
We do deliveries along the coast
Rt widely

[🐉🏍️ @Kamau266]

Anyway for your secret toys needs patieni our girl @AishakhamisAli your moneys mutetemeke miguu kama wale wengine

[Salim M Ishmael, M.D 🇰🇪 @salimishmael_]

Wacha nivalishe hii simu ile bullet proof protector inishikilie for the next 20 years coz ain't no way I'm buying a government -tracked phone as of next month

[Oluwadamisi @damisi__awe]

✨Not so unrelated✨

And I’m not even trying to discredit her, but when religious people say ‘there’s power in the tongue’ for mundane things…I always think, do you think God does not understand context?

[Maandamano Hottie 🇵🇸 @_omalicha__]

It’s officially Q4 which means hiring season is upon us 🥳🙌🏾. This is the best time to job hunt, switch jobs and all that jazz. Here’s how I can help #🔌

[Vionna @Kurlycheeks]

A half Zulu, half Luo man.. eh! That is a Hades and Lucifer collabo💀💀😁😁

[Salim M Ishmael, M.D 🇰🇪 @salimishmael_]

"Naskia sijui aje"

Kenyan: "Piga shot"

[Neurologist Mom @NeurologistMom]

I remember the time when I gave birth to my daughter. They had to keep me in the hospital for 10 days because I wasn’t feeling well. Every time I tried to stand up, I fainted. At one point, I even stopped breathing, according to my husband. He panicked and called a friend who was a cardiologist. The friend’s response was, “You know, sometimes our wives just want attention because they’re going through a hard time.” My husband got angry and insisted that someone be sent to check on me. When the resident came, my husband simply said, “Just watch.” He helped me stand up, and I don’t remember what happened next. When I regained consciousness, I saw a room full of doctors around me, all in a panic because I had stopped breathing again. That’s when they realized it wasn’t just an “attention-seeking” move.

Why am I telling you this? I’m not sure—maybe because I feel that many women, especially those with chronic and complicated illnesses, have had similar experiences. If you want to share yours, quote this with #MedicalMisogyny.

[Maandamano Hottie 🇵🇸 @_omalicha__]

You too, would move mad if you were CIA backed :)

[Minx @Mekatilili_]

#KenyaSutra PERFECT QUICKIES: THE CHIPO EXPERIENCE

It's a Saturday today, and yesterday a vast majority of you were our shaking booty and drowning your livers at various Anti-Nacada establishments across this great drinking nation. During all the grinding and winding to Nigerian and Jamaican hits, the baddies got wet, wild, and horny and the ninjas complied with hardened members thrusting through jeans into barely clothed asses on the dance floor. And why not? Dancing has been long considered a mating ritual in the animal kingdom! The Chipo phenomenon proves that humans haven't been left out of this evolutionary mechanism for picking people to do the bedroom jiggy with. Unfortunately, the great hindrance to a successful dance hall courtship is the very thing that we rely on to make it easier to get everyone naked. Alcohol.

After consuming tens of thousands of shillings worth of liquor, you dance and find your pelvises move in a synchrony that could only mean mind-blowing sex awaits, she becomes compliant, you make out at a seedy corner of the bar and you're sure she's coming home with you. You're ecstatic, so is she. You buy more drinks, she spends her 'just in case' cab money. It is desperation hour (3-4 am) and for once neither of you is desperate. A toast to celebrate!!!

At this point, one of three things happens, 1. You black out, 2. She blacks out, 3. You both black out.

The blackout is never immediate. For the girl, it almost always happens in the cab on the way to his place. For the dude, in his bed just after he realizes he's too drunk to get it up. Coupled with the inevitable mwaura-ing (puking), the environment after a night out becomes decidedly unsexy. No sex for either of you and an awkward morning the day after.

Let's flashback to the point after you've danced and gotten mad horny on the floor. This is where your first mistake happens people! At this point, you should do one of two things 1. Stop drinking 2. Have a quickie. Because none of you are weak pussies I expect you to pick the second option.

The quickie is the better option here because you stop drinking by default and you get to give her a mad round of whiskey dick to whet her appetite for later bedroom shenanigans. This isn't to say that the quickie is foolproof. No. You could fuck it up so bad she'll stand on the bar and announce it to everyone there, and then walk around all of Westie warning every girl she meets to stay clear of your disaster phallus.

This is how to make sure she screams in ululations at that first drunken quickie:

1. Flirting

"Aah Minx! Stop telling us the obvious!" If it's so obvious then why do you get it so wrong?

First thing you should get is her number. In this digital age we're veritable Olympic champions at sexting. Do not wait to do it a few days later. Start at the pub. Girls love words. A little undercover sexting, with her friends and yours seated right there, unaware that you just told her she smells so good you can't wait to take off her panties and bury them in your nostrils.

"All I can think about is licking behind your ear, kissing and nibbling on your neck. Tongue trailing lower to the cleft in between you..."

Get her so wet and ready, clit throbbing in time with her heartbeat, that the mere suggestion of a quickie makes her pussy quiver.

2. Location, location, location

The pub's restroom, a side street near the club, right there on the dance floor with her dress hiked up and you fly open, an empty room if you're at a house party, parking lot, in a car...wherever you're comfortable, the possibilities are endless.

The possibility of being caught is sexy as fuck! Actually being caught? Not so much. Be on the lookout for passersby, creeps with cameras (you don't want to end up on YouTube)—and, er, the police.

3. Get Slippery

You have been drinking and alcohol is known to dehydrate. The truth is that no matter how horny she is, she might not be wet enough. To avoid friction that'll cause a great deal of pain, always carry lube with you. DO NOT use lotion, Vaseline, baby oil, or any petroleum products as lube. That's just inviting infection to an otherwise delightful vaj. Water-based lubricants are perfect for this kind of thing.

Invest in a good lubricant. Just a little and you're raring to go! No foreplay required and perfect after the drying that comes after a night out.

(@AishakhamisAli sells amazing flavored lube btw 👀)

4. Take The Direct Route

This is a quickie, any acrobatics take time away when you could be inside her counting to the standard 40 strokes required to make her cum (aye KOX?)

Doggie is always a favorite. Give the penis direct access to her g-spot and voila! Lightning-fast orgasm for her and deep penetration for him.

If you've chosen a hard surface, like a table or bed, then missionary is the truth. It's a tried and tested formula and it's perfect for clitoral stimulation with his pubic bone area.

Or you could try stand up sex and have him reach down to your clit and rub away as he thrusts. This will send you over the edge in record time.

The best part of the clubbing quickie is that even if you drink yourself silly afterward, both of you have had a sterling performance, and future failure to perform won't be as embarrassing. She will respect you as a stallion and he won't give bitter monologues online about the b**** he spent a fortune on that blacked out in the cab and then puked on his Converse sneaks.

[Minx @Mekatilili_]

#KenyaSutra WEEKNIGHT SHENANIGANS

You're busy laughing when he walks in. You don't see him but you know he's present. Every hair on your body, your pulse, your skin responds to him viscerally - the tingling ends at the apex between your thighs...he's here. Your body has never been wrong. Not about him.

You'd sensed him at Habesha too, during dinner. Then he'd passed by your window. The scent of his cologne assailed your senses and it took all your strength of will not to dash out of the booth and jump him in public. Had your friends noticed your reaction? You hoped not. Did they notice it now?

You make your decision quick quick. Excuse yourself, carry your bag, and head for the loo. You pick a stall. Off with your sensible underwear! A spritz of your perfume - neck, tits, wrist, behind your knees, inner thighs. You're not yet ready.

An image formed in your mind's eye of his naked body looming over you, hard, poised for penetration and your hand begins to roam. One, two, three fingers slide right in. In and out they move. Your thumb is teasing your nubbin into rock hardness and peak sensitivity. Your other hand plays with your tits. Pinching one nipple and then the other. They're poking out, dark areolas clearly visible through your chiffon top. Two, three minutes. You're almost there. You close your eyes and focus on the sensations coursing through your body.

The door opens. A hand goes on top of yours, stopping its action on your drenched muff. His lips on yours. You inhale and his manly smell, cologne, and an underlying musk that's just him. You wrap your hands around him, pulling him deeper for the kiss. 2 seconds and he pushes you away. You open your eyes, confused, and find that the stall door is open. Anyone walking in will be treated to the erotic sight of you with your short skirt hiked up, a foot high up resting on the rim of the toilet bowl, pussy wide open, the moist pinkness beckoning.

You want to tell him to shut the door but you're bound to silence. You know the rules. No talking. Besides, he's already turning you around and bending you over. Your face hits the toilet seat cover. He pulls back your arms, holds them to your back by the wrists, and uses your wrists as leverage to pull you back onto his waiting dick.

The head is massive and you gasp as he enters you, filling you up. He doesn't stop pulling you back until his whole length is buried inside you and your ass is resting on his hairy groin. You can feel the hairs tickling your sensitive cheeks and it only serves to make you wetter as you start grinding your bum against him. You get a smack for that! It's against the rules.

One hand is on your wrists behind your back and the other grabs you by the hair and pulls hard. A reminder that this is his game. He's in control. Of course, he is. You're his slut!

The thrusts are hard and strong. He's hitting you so deep you're sure he's beating against your cervix. Every time he pulls back his massive dick head grazes your g spot and you can feel the pressure building. You contract your pussy muscles around him and he yanks on your hair. None of that, you're not there for your own pleasure.

A few more thrusts and he fills your pot with his hot hot honey. He withdraws with a pop and by the time you stand up and turn around he's already gone.

His cum is trickling down your thigh. You scoop it up with your finger and bring it up to your mouth. Salty. You scoop more up and run the finger through your battered pussy. Your clit is still hard, throbbing with excitement. Using his cum as lube, you take a few minutes to rub one out. The stall door is still open but you don't care. Let them come in and see a wanton woman take her pleasure in a public restroom.

[Aisha Khamis Ali @AishakhamisAli]

Nilitombwa lakini si sana😂

[Aisha Khamis Ali @AishakhamisAli]

Don’t call me a good girl pleaseee
Ntakutomba bure

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