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Re: Tormented by bummybummy(f): 10:41am On Jun 25, 2016 |
tnx for d updat nd plz let tomorow b ur tomorrow |
Re: Tormented by AdetoroBukola: 11:27am On Jun 25, 2016 |
safarigirl I just cant describe aw I always feel after reading ur story, i always look forward to your update God bless and increase your wisdom. pls when will you update proposition and the boss interest pls kindly do so. Are you through with In memory only?. pls try and update God will continue to strenghten you, and gives you unlimited joy. love you. |
Re: Tormented by safarigirl(f): 11:02pm On Jun 25, 2016 |
*concluding part as promised* I step closer to him, he attempts to step back, but I tighten my grip on his hand. This time, he doesn't try to pull away, I can see the fight dying in him, I want to smile at my first step to victory, but I can't because i'm fighting the same war within. I'm telling myself this is the only way, I won't have any regrets later. I'll be free. I take another decisive step until i'm so close to him, I can feel his breath against my skin. My heart beat quickens and I take a deep breath as shaky hands make their way up his strong shoulders that feel stiff beneath the fabric of his clothes. I need him to loosen up so that I know i'm doing something right. I look up to find his gaze on me as if spellbound. It reaches a place deep within me, that helpless look in his eyes, he's at my mercy. There's a rush inside me akin to the surge of energy gotten from an excess intake of sugar, to have such a powerful man in my grasp without having to point a gun at him or torture him, it's better than any feeling I've ever gotten after I drilled a bullet in some sick bastard's head. I run a hand down his hard chest and grab his hand to place it upon my waist, my eyes remain on him so that I don't lose whatever hold I have on him. He doesn't move his hand away, but his hold is loose. "Chuma please, help me get better" I plead with him softly. "Not like this"...there's a delightful strain in his voice that causes a shiver to run through me. I can do this, just a little more effort. "This..." I whisper as I place a chaste kiss on his neck, he shudders at the feel, "...is..." Another kiss on the left side of his neck causes his hold on my waist to tighten, "...the only way" I finish with a slick kiss against his jaw. The last thing I hear is a groan of "Jesus..." Before I find myself pressed against his hard chest while his lips plunder mine with a desire that causes a tsunami of emotions to flood inside me. I release a strangled moan, overcome by the many feelings I can't begin to fathom. My hands grip his shirt for support as I feel my knees weaken beneath me. I know he can kiss, but he certainly has never kissed me like this before. I try to keep up with him, but my naivete rears it's ugly head in times like this, so all I can do is return a sloppy version of his expertise. He doesn't seem to mind as he walks forward, moving me back till my back hits the surface of the wall behind me. The force of his movement and my back causes the painting to rattle against the wall. Desire rushes through me like shockwaves jolting every nerve within. Not fear. Desire. I love the feeling, it's liberating. My head is clear, "More" I whisper in his ear as frantic hands reach for the hem of his shirt. I need to feel more He holds both my hands and force them to my sides. His reaction causes doubt to run through me, does he not want this? His lips have left mine and he's put a distance between us. His eyes remain on me as he struggles to regain his breath, i'm just as breathless and a little frazzled. My mind is blank mostly, but I can't help but wonder if i'm going too fast for him. I get my answer in a heart beat as his hands move to the hem of his shirt and the fabric is off him before I can even realize what is going on. "If we're going to do this, we better do it right." He says hoarsely. My confused mind hardly makes sense of his words before I find myself swept off my feet and in strong arms. I think i'm about to have an asthma attack, it's not normal to be this breathless. The only thing I can feel is the moistness between my legs as Chuma carries me through a hallway towards where i'm assuming is the bedroom. My eyes never leave him as he takes long strides, i don't even take note of my surroundings, so I don't know when he gets to the room. He kicks a door open, only then do I take my eyes off him to look inside of the room. It's even more breath-taking than the sitting room. It's a rather large space, this entire house is much bigger on the inside than it looks from outside. The room is made mostly of wood, from the walls to the planked floor. Beautiful, burnished wood gives it an earthy look and once again, there's that same beautiful view of the beach and the sea from a large screen door right opposite the entrance. I can see myself sitting on that balcony and watching the sunset while having a cool glass of juice. The rest of the room absorbs the rays of the sun and the beauty of the beach, there are two more paintings against the walls and a portrait of Chuma next to a door adjacent of the entrance which i'm guessing leads to the bathroom, he has two palm trees at both ends of the screen door and a hibiscus plant right next to a four-poster bed that can fit at least four people. "I planned to have you in a far more beautiful place, but this is good" he says, bringing my attention back to him. A place more beautiful than this room? I can only imagine. I lean up and plant a long kiss against his lips, he's quick to take control of kiss and soon, his tongue is invading my mouth and effectively turning off all rational thoughts in my head. He somehow navigates his way toward the bed without breaking our kiss, I find myself being lowered into the most plush bed I've ever had the pleasure of being in, just the way it sinks beneath our combined weights causes me to let out a soft sigh. Chuma ends our kiss and raises himself off me to look down at me, the ravenous way his eyes move over my frame causes goose bumps to spread all over my skin and a throb in my heated core "Isidore, I won't ask you one more time, we can still stop this if you're not sure. If we go any further, I won't be able to stop myself. Please, tell me to stop now and we can leave here, we'll go home and never bring this up. Please" he says softly. I can hear the battle in his voice, the coarseness of it is all I need to know he's fighting his desire. A thought comes to me to take his offer and keep my curiosity for another day, in a different circumstance, maybe when we finalize our union- a union I now welcome. Stubborn curiosity wins logic and rationalism as I push my upper body off the bed, my movement causes Chuma to lean back until only one of his knees remains on the bed. I stare straight at him while my hands which have surprisingly stopped shaking, move to the straps of my dress. His alarmed eyes glance at my hands and return to my face, but he doesn't say a word as he watches me take off the top half of my dress until my bra-clad bre-asts are visible to his hungry eyes. He remains still as a statue, but his eyes take their fill of me. I wait for the feeling of repulsion to shut me down, I at least expect some sort of fear, but neither feeling comes to me. My heart beat quickens as I realise i'm not going into any seizure, there's no flashback, Chuma's face is the only one I see as I get on my knees and edge closer to him. "I'm not changing my mind" my voice is filled with all the conviction I don't think I have, but this is going far better than I ever imagined and I refuse to run away. Who knows if I'll be able to do this again anytime soon. Everything can end today, I can bury my demons today. It has to be today. Chuma pulls me to his body and attacks my neck like a man possessed, the aggressiveness in his movement causes my breath to hitch and my hands shoot up to the back of his bent head to stable myself. His free hand caresses my bare thigh as he lowers me back onto the bed with a gentleness that belies his current state. He moves us both higher onto the bed until we're right in the middle. He raises his head up to look at me, a small smile comes upon his lips as he caresses my cheek and I wonder what's running through his mind, my curiosity peaks when his smile widens. Just as i'm about to ask him what has him smiling, he shares his thoughts, "My mother must not hear about this, she'll have both our heads and as much as I love you dear, all of his muscle is useless where mother is concerned" he jokes. I want to smile, but I still haven't learnt how to, "She won't hear of it" He leans down and pecks my cheek, his lips make a trail towards my ear where he whispers, "Remind me to teach you to smile later on. We don't want the bride ruining the wedding pictures" I look up at him wondering why he's this good at reading me, even Gladys still doesn't have it this easy. "Now, where were we?" He asks as he brushes his thick member against my wet core through the fabric of our clothes. I shudder at the feel and close my eyes while stifling a moan. This promises to be an unforgettable experience 6 Likes 1 Share |
Re: Tormented by Dokimazo(f): 6:03am On Jun 26, 2016 |
Well you do have 'Oliver Twist' following you here: Thanks for the Concluding Part Safarigirl...We will wait for the Completing Part. More...More.... More please |
Re: Tormented by bummybummy(f): 2:11pm On Jun 26, 2016 |
tnx 4 kipn ur promise, stil waiting for d continuation |
Re: Tormented by Nobody: 11:18pm On Jul 03, 2016 |
Safarigirl wie u dey 1 Like |
Re: Tormented by AdetoroBukola: 1:43pm On Jul 04, 2016 |
Happy new month to you. pls for God's sake come and update. And use one leg too update on proposition and the second one plsssssssss. God bless you. |
Re: Tormented by safarigirl(f): 4:21pm On Jul 04, 2016 |
Swearest:offlibe for some days. I've run out of MB and money, just borrowing dad's phone for this |
Re: Tormented by Jesusgirl92(f): 6:01pm On Jul 04, 2016 |
I've always been a ghost reader but this story of yours WOWED me i just had to say something..... Safari darl you're awesome i must say..... U've almost blown me away with this (but i no gree fall lol).... Nice write..... BRILLIANT. 1 Like |
Re: Tormented by Topscoque(f): 7:53pm On Jul 04, 2016 |
Thanks a bunch dear |
Re: Tormented by Nobody: 7:59pm On Jul 04, 2016 |
safarigirl:AH! nd i dey broke now. ok i will wait. |
Re: Tormented by safarigirl(f): 6:38pm On Jul 05, 2016 |
*had to beg my bro to post this* ***** You never realise how truly beautiful the world is until you get to enjoy the most beautiful view nature has to offer. Yes, the world is unfortunately tainted by evil people, people who have long sold their souls to the devil. People who have vowed to remain evil so much that even when it seems like they’re set tyo be overcome by good, they backslide to their evil ways. It’s not the world who made them like that. It’s not the people around them who have sent them to eternal damnation, no. it is them. They simply refuse to be the good in the world. It doesn’t matter how many times you forgive these people, it doesn’t matter how many chances they get. They simply don’t have it in them to change for the better. They don’t have in them. I let out a deep sigh as I bask in the beauty of sunrise from Chuma’s bedroom. The rays of the sun that touch my bare skin clash with the cool air from the beach, providing a warm feeling. The screen doors are shut, but I can just see the waves crashing down upon the beach thanks to the elevated bed I’m on. Everything about this place is perfect, well thought-out, I’m still surprised by the amount of thoughtfulness put into the entire house considering its Chuma. I never thought him so meticulous with detail. I know Gladys has that trait but I thought it skipped Chuma. I can’t say how this little jewel of his makes me feel about him as a person…or how the night we shared makes me feel either. I snuggle deeper into the plush sheets of an amazingly soft bed that just sinks under a person’s weight….another treasure he unearthed while decorating this paradise. To think such a place exists within Lagos makes me wonder what other things I’ve been missing out on while shutting myself inside and turning my nose up at every opportunity to see the world- to really see it. He’s amazing. He’s wonderful It doesn’t surprise me that those are the words I use to describe a product of Gladys’ loins and a recipient of her life’s philosophies. He was trained by arguably the best and he turned out great, better than I ever thought any man could turn out. It makes me wonder the possibilities with him by my side. Some years ago I know I vowed to never care for anyone, I told myself being a mother was an impossible wish for me, then Ismail came, but still, motherhood is something I still can’t wrap my head around. I try, but I can’t help but feel like I’ m missing something. I don’t want to be like my mother. I’m nothing like her, I know that, but sometimes I can’t help but wonder if I’m much better. Maybe I’m not as loving as mothers should be, but isn’t love a vital part of a child’s upbringing? What kind of parent am I if I don’t know how to give love? Will that be possible with Chuma? I mean, I know I’m lacking a vital part of parenthood, but if Chuma is with me, providing that part, maybe we could have a kid that would turn out just fine. Gladys did a great job on him despite being the only parent for most of his life, maybe he can also do the same with Ismail, best of all, he’s a man. Who better to understand a little boy than one who was once in that position? I bury my face into the soft pillows and let out a low groan. What am I thinking? One at a time Isi, one at a time. I’ve barely thought out the implications of sleeping with this man and I’m thinking of him in a fatherly role. Just yesterday, I was still trying to wrap my head around the idea of being married to him in months and now….talk about a 180-degree turn. I fee considerably different though, I feel relieved, happy….liberated. opening my eyes this morning and realising I had done something I thought I would never do, not just doing it, but I think I enjoyed it. yes, I was initially afraid and apprehensive when Chuma and I had vested ourselves of clothes, I had to close my eyes and repeat to myself that I wasn’t scared and I had made up my mind to have sex with him, and Chuma….it’s still hard to think of him as a man, a real man, it’s hard to believe he identifies with the scum that almost stole my life. He was understanding, he never pushed, even when it was obvious he was restraining himself with every muscle in his body. He didn’t get mad at me, it didn’t matter how many times I shivered when he touched me or when I withdrew from his touch. He constantly stopped and asked if I was okay, he reminded me that he could stop. It didn’t sound believable with a husky voice, but it didn’t matter. I’ve never had anyone care that much about me even to the detriment of himself. I’ve always thought of men as selfish people who only seek their pleasure and take it when you express hesitation or refusal. Last night, I found a new perspective, the perspective I suppose most normal people have; protectors, people willing to sacrifice their pleasure to ensure the comfort of their loved ones. I feel a warm hand upon my skin and I instantly know who it is, “Wakey wakey sleepy head, the sun’s up.” He speaks softly. “I’m awake” I reply without turning to look at him. I don’t know how I’ll feel if I see him. I find the morning after quite awkward in fact, how does one go back to being ‘normal’ around someone who’s seen you nude? Not just seen, but done….other things to your nude form. I haven’t quite prepared myself for this part. He slowly turns me over until I’m forced to look him in the face. Chuma’s smile is capable of stopping a war, but it looks even more breath-taking when the rays of the morning sun casts a shadow upon his features, “If you’re awake, then come out for breakfast.” He says I’m far too immersed in studying his features to acknowledge his words; the curve of his full lips, the crinkle by the corner of his eyes when he smiles, the barely visible dimple on his right cheek, the thickness of his brows, his bright eyes, the sharp curve of his jaw. He’s a master piece, and to think he’s so warm and caring with these features makes him even more beautiful in my eyes. “You’re beautiful.” I vocalize my thoughts to him as I reach out to touch his hard cheek. He takes my hand and guides it toward his lips to lay a light peck on the inside, “You make me beautiful” he replies The sincerity woven in those words strikes a chord within me. My head tells me I don’t deserve this man in my life. I’m damaged and soulless. He deserves so much more. Men like him are rare in the world. I know this because I’ve had the displeasure of encountering the worst of them. Men like Chuma, they’re a rare breed, there’s a sweet, lovely, innocent girl out there who doesn’t have blood on her hands, there’s a girl as pure as they come waiting for a man like this in her life; a deserving girl. Yet, here he is, in bed with a murderer, a sadist with a body count to rival his. That’s my head. My heart is a little more selfish For all the hate and sadness I’ve been through, I deserve some love, I deserve happiness. I may not be the best person in the world, but I’m a person still and everyone no matter how evil, should get the chance to see some good in their life. We hold each other’s gazes for a while as if looking into each other’s souls. The smile never leaves his face, I could die today and leave with the memory of this smile and even hellfire won’t seem so terrible. “Come on, the food is getting cold.” He breaks the spell with those words and scrambles off the bed, “Mum’s been calling my phone since last night asking for you. She thinks I’ve harmed you and put you in a hospital….” He scoffs at that and I want to smile, it’s just like Gladys to worry her head about me, “You should call her soon, else, she might just come down here with a team of para-military officers and beat me to a pulp.” “She knows this place?” I ask curiously. Of course, I won’t be pissed to find out Gladys is aware of this house. She is his mother and should be privy to these things, but I’ll be just a little offended to find I happen to be the last person to discover this paradise. “No, but she’ll find some way to track me down if she doesn’t hear from you in an hour.” I shake my head at his words and think to myself. He’s just like his normal self, he hasn’t looked at me differently….maybe he has, but not in the way I imagined he would. There’s no repulsion in his eyes and no judgment, even last night, while he treaded a path many others had done before him although without the authority and permission he had, he didn’t have that judgment, that look of disgust I always thought anyone who had the misfortune of getting to know me in that way would have. He had bathed me with so much affection it caused a ripple within me, even now, I still have that look of adoration on his face imprinted in my memory. I hope it never leaves and serves as the panacea to the other horrible faces I have imprinted in my memory. “Come on, you need to put some food in that tummy of yours. Imagine the headlines if the bride-to-be dies of starvation under the care of the groom.” He muses to himself. I throw a pillow at him which he skillfully dodges, but I can’t help the blush that spreads against my cheeks at his comment. I never really believed in luck until Chuma came into my life ****there's so much more that happens after this. I don't kniw if I should end it here or continue on....but there's a final phase*** 4 Likes 1 Share |
Re: Tormented by safarigirl(f): 7:27pm On Jul 05, 2016 |
Meanwhile, i've been thinking of dabbling into non-human fiction for a while. Tried it out last year and came up with this The silver wolf moved with great speed past the trees of the forest, it’s grey eyes settled on a destination that lay ahead. The aim was to be distracted enough to forget the happenings of the week, whether it was being achieved or not was yet to be determined . Honest opinions.......what do you guys think? To dabble or not to dabble? Cc ethereal, uzolexis, jeffreyjamez, twaci, therealadonye 6 Likes 3 Shares |
Re: Tormented by Nobody: 9:35pm On Jul 05, 2016 |
Its awesome, please when you start it, don't forget to mention me. And thanks for the update, I'm happy for Isi. 1 Like |
Re: Tormented by Ice4jez(m): 9:49pm On Jul 05, 2016 |
ice4jez was here |
Re: Tormented by JeffreyJamez(m): 12:35pm On Jul 07, 2016 |
safarigirl: No Offence Safari but I am finding it difficult to believe you wrote this....because its just too flawless...Please tell me it was you who wrote this 1 Like |
Re: Tormented by Jsaviour(f): 1:23pm On Jul 07, 2016 |
please oo continue with the story abeg and don't forget 'the proposition' update that one also. more ink to ur pen as u supply us with these nutrients. |
Re: Tormented by safarigirl(f): 5:58pm On Jul 07, 2016 |
JeffreyJamez:lol....I'm also finding it hard to believe I wrote it too. Read it this afternoon and I'm like "how d I write this?" 2 Likes |
Re: Tormented by kazytoti: 7:41pm On Jul 07, 2016 |
please continue the story because that is the only reason why I like to visit nairaland. Thumb up |
Re: Tormented by JeffreyJamez(m): 7:52pm On Jul 07, 2016 |
safarigirl: I'm impressed.. ... Are you going to develop it? |
Re: Tormented by safarigirl(f): 8:11pm On Jul 07, 2016 |
JeffreyJamez:of course. There's more actually, but i couldn't dit it into the text box. I'm working on a blog currently. Hopefully, I'll get the hang of it this time and fully exploit it. This should be the first story up on it |
Re: Tormented by JeffreyJamez(m): 9:32pm On Jul 07, 2016 |
safarigirl: Lemme know when your blog is set and if you need any help with it, I'll be happy to help. (I'm a web designer) |
Re: Tormented by safarigirl(f): 9:49pm On Jul 07, 2016 |
JeffreyJamez:I'll really need the help cuz I can't seem to figure out how these things work I've set it up already (kinda)...check it out and tell me what you think....I'm not sold, but i've tried It's www.enchantaylz..com.ng |
Re: Tormented by JeffreyJamez(m): 11:31pm On Jul 07, 2016 |
safarigirl: Well that's as good as it gets for ... WordPress would have been better. |
Re: Tormented by safarigirl(f): 11:43pm On Jul 07, 2016 |
JeffreyJamez:I have a dormant WordPress account, opened cause of the app |
Re: Tormented by JeffreyJamez(m): 11:52pm On Jul 07, 2016 |
safarigirl: Well if you wan to go pro like Prettyspicey (lifeandspices.com) ,WordPress is the best. ..has an app too. |
Re: Tormented by safarigirl(f): 12:01am On Jul 08, 2016 |
JeffreyJamez:oh? Will check that out tomorrow then. Thanks for the recommendation |
Re: Tormented by Slendercutie(f): 10:50am On Jul 08, 2016 |
One word;WOW!!! The plot is nice and it promises to be a great story. Here are some themes I also think you can explore; lifeforce exchange, family rivalry and betrayal. |
Re: Tormented by safarigirl(f): 3:59pm On Jul 08, 2016 |
Slendercutie:thanks a lot for the contribution, I appreciate |
Re: Tormented by toocute4uall(f): 6:45pm On Jul 08, 2016 |
Hi Safari girl thanks for the wonderful updates it would be nice to have a concluding part and when can we expect an update on the proposal on afritalks ve been waiting pretty long with my mouth wide open. Pls come and help close it 1 Like |
Re: Tormented by Jsaviour(f): 8:43pm On Jul 12, 2016 |
Ma, abeg no starve us too much with updates, I love ur stories especially the proposition in Afritalk but I don't even know how to comment there. we are waiting for update there. more ink to ur pen all the same. 1 Like |
Re: Tormented by gbemi514: 5:59pm On Jul 13, 2016 |
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