Bandile Matsenjwa

After serial requests for an Excerpt taken from my upcoming Erotica , Romance book I decided to share something . After reading it do look into my books on Amazon , Goodreads , like my page . Enjoy !! "We arrived and the house was dark, and she held my hand as I deftly guided her through the chaos. The light burnt slightly as the darkness gave way revealing the bedroom and most importantly the bed. I reached out, my palms flat on the wall to each side of her, trapping her. I looked deeply, passionately into her eyes. The lust, the passion, easily seen in mine as I kiss her. We kissed so passionately as my tongue parted her lips exploring her mouth and tongue. Tasting her and I could tell she  wanted more, so much more. My hands slid down her back coming to rest on her firm buttocks, lifting her. Instinctively her legs wrapped around me. She gasped as she felt my warm breath on her neck for the while our lips weren't together. I carried her w...

Everyone tries to tell me all about how great the hookup life is. They tell me about how awesome it is to just visit someone’s bed, have sex, and leave before you have to remember their name or the sound of their voice. They tell me it is all the rage, and that everyone is doing it. But I dunno, I don’t quite buy it. That’s not to say that I judge other people for their choices, or what makes them happy. But I just don’t think hookups are my cup of tea anymore — if they ever were. I want someone to not just sleep with, but to spend the night with, and wake up with. I want someone who will eat breakfast with me, before rushing off to school or work. I want someone who will be waiting at home for me, or waiting for my text, to talk about our day. Am I the only guy who is looking for this? I don’t think there is anything specifically “masculine” or “manly” about wanting to attract the maximum amount of sex for...

If I die tonight,consider these my last words There will be days when you'll feel like a spoon of sugar inside an ocean That day, You'll try to pour yourself but nobody will let you dissolve your sorrow on them I tell you, That day you will call on God but he'll be banging the sound of your joy that's yet to come on headsets Because He is tomorrow Never treat people like they're 10% human Like they've been restored from the recycle bin Never let pride burn words like 'I know me' or 'whatever' on your backbone Because your life wasn't written by you You're just the main character in this book that you don't even know how many pages it contains For God's sake, a lot of books in the heaven library weren't finished because most let 'attitude' move into their personality room Brother, don't forget where you come from Stop treating woman like the songs on your playlist They're not music.... Sister I...

In a way the small disappointments and letdowns are worse than real breakups. At first you are good at containing the hope. You meet him, maybe hook up once or twice and it is still possible to view it as a one-time thing. Then he keeps contacting you and you let the smallest idea plant in your head, that maybe this guy actually does like you. You try to squash it, to tell yourself to stop, but it’s impossible at this point. It grows and expands until it occupies every corner of your mind. Every thing he says, every invitation over is a declaration of their desire for you. Then, without warning and usually when things were getting good, he slows down. You can feel it happening but you make excuses for him like a stupid girl. “He’s busy.” “He’s stressed about exams.” He acts dismissive when he sees you out downtown. “He was tired.” You now have to be the one to text first. You know you should just stop but the hop...

For those who ask me why I can't get over you I live everyday like I'm not gon' see tomorrow I still have gallons of memories that dissolve the sorrow See I'm not gonna pretend like she never existed in my life She made me fathom an illuminated future and I could boldly call her my wife But everything happens for a reason But every season, I question myself if she ever existed at all.. The other day we sat in my room and she told me she needs space I started clearing the room, I even accidentally removed my hope for tomorrow The thin line is that, I can't get over someone who has something that belongs to me That girl took sixty percent of my happiness I always loved space. Planets, stars, the knowledge that there’s so much unexplored. She was space. Her eyes were filled with stars, her back covered in constellations. This girl, Her hands could paint galaxies and her soul was a universe. All i ever wanted was to explore her universe and I swear to...

He’s not a bad guy . In fact, it was his endearing kindness that drew you to him in the first place. In the expansive sea of men who seem to have no desire to learn anything about you that doesn’t directly increase their likelihood of getting laid, he took a genuine interest in the things you care about. He asked you prying questions, gave you sultry sideways glances, and before you knew it, you were hooked. You found yourself contemplating the possibility that there is someone out there capable of understanding you completely. All the cheesiest love songs had at least a grain of truth to them, and you felt yourself falling… until he told you. And suddenly, the perfect image was shattered and it seemed unlikely that it would ever be repaired . He’s not a bad guy, but maybe he is . This is when he tells you he has a girlfriend. You start to look back on your interactions and realize that in all of this time when you felt like you were devel...

Let me just say it outright – the more a couple posts online about their relationship, the higher the chance that relationship will eventually fail. My theory is not going to be true in all cases. 7 billion people in the world and there is bound to be some head-over-heels lovers who enjoy detailing their adventures on social media. However on average, or at least with the friends I have on my Facebook, couples who have a tendency to spam us with their selfies, sweet dates, and declarations of passion are actually hinting at their insecurity over their relationship. No, this is not Donald Trump yelling, ”Social media is bad! The Chinese invented the internet to destroy America!” In fact, I am a selfie advocate. Your eyebrow game on- point? Immortalize it in a selfie. Your man treated you to a cozy dinner for two? Show your appreciation online! Got engaged? Share your happiness with a proposal video. But there comes a point where we gotta say stop....