Love's true lie

Being in the farafina creative writing workshop has been a very beautiful experience. I've learned plenty and hopefully I've gotten better at this writing thing. We're supposed to do things we wouldn't normally do, "stretching our writing muscles" in Ms Chimamanda Adichie's words.

 I haven't really written sex scenes before, not because of religious reasons or because my mother reads my blog (well that's a little chunk of the reason), but because I think sex scenes should be well done. I wouldn't write a sex scene unless I think it serves the story and it would be realistic. No flying monkey stuff for me.

The story I'm putting up today doesn't have a sex scene but is very sexy, please let me know in your comments if you felt it was well done and if it felt realistic.

Nwachinemere

   "Nwachinemere!" He cried

     Dimka’s voice reflected the bottles of Guinness extra stout he had French kissed until he coaxed the last drops out, his eyes barely focussed on the young man he was calling, the song of alcohol in his blood was affecting his senses. The other men in the bar echoed his call as they welcomed him to the revelry that can only be found in a Nigerian beer parlour.