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|The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by Twaci(f): 1:46pm On Oct 05, 2016|
Story written By Tracy Kalu
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This is merely a fictitious writing and the names, characters, places and incidents are simply imaginations. Any actual resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or place is entirely coincidental.
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|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by Twaci(f): 1:49pm On Oct 05, 2016|
Hello, I am Oma
By the time you would be reading this, I would be long gone, dead maybe. I do not need you to look for me, what is done is done. The end is upon us.
This journal is not for the weak minded neither is it for the judging hypocrites. If you are one, just drop it and walk past because there is no greater condemnation than that of the heart.
Tell my mum I love her, true or not, and tell Cassie I miss her. She is the only person that understands.
This is my story.
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|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by Laveda(f): 1:51pm On Oct 05, 2016|
I'll love this!
Ride on Twaci
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by Donpoker9(m): 1:53pm On Oct 05, 2016|
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by Twaci(f): 1:55pm On Oct 05, 2016|
Knock - knock!
I sighed and waited patiently though my foot tapped in opposite. The sun was hot and it felt as if my brain juice had dried up, all I yearned for was a cold cup of water but that wasn't possible as whoever was inside seemed to take their time in getting the door.
Knock! Knock!! Knock!!! I rapped on the door angrily this time and shifted my heavy selling tray to the other hand, it was quite uncomfortable to hold the wrapper I had used as support for the tray in the same hand. I had complained about the heaviness of the tray to my mum but all fell on deaf ears as she insisted that she had no money. That was all she ever complained about - money. No matter what I did or how much I made from the groundnuts I sold, she was never satisfied. Whatever she used the money for, I had no idea and didn't care. I had promised to take care of her when my dad died...long story.
"I dey come!."
I frowned. That wasn't my mum. The voice was quite familiar though, sounded a lot like my mother's younger brother, Obinna. Creepy Obinna was what I called him and never really liked him. He was a tall and lanky 20 years old with a bad breath and pale skin. His eyes always had dark circles under them and the beard he kept was quite dirty and nauseating. He always had this strange smell around him and smiled in a disgusting way whenever he saw me.
What was he doing there?
He opened the door and smiled. Creepy.
"Good afternoon brother," I muttered and pushed past him into the dimly litted one room apartment. Where was mama?
I dropped the tray behind the door, walked over to the water drum and fetched a cup of water.
While I drank, Obinna, who had long observed me from the door, closed it and walked to the bed. "How market?"
"Fine." I replied and wiped my face with the wrapper I still held. I really didn't want to talk. I was tired and needed to bathe.
He picked up his phone and I turned to change. I was quite aware he stared but didn't care. He was always staring and it meant nothing to me. I was 16 years old and purely innocent and really knew nothing of boys or men.
I pulled my top, my back to him and tied the wrapper I had been holding on my chest. Next I pulled my skirt and let it ride down my hips till it hit the floor. When I bent to pick it up, I heard Obinna clear his throat.
"Your nyànsh make sense oh." I heard him mutter and turned with an arched brow.
What was I supposed to say? Thank you?
I nodded with an awkward smile, picked the skirt and walked over to the bathroom. "Where mama go?"
"I no know," he replied, "But she talk say she no go come back on time."
"Where she come waka go?" I wondered aloud and entered the bathroom. I closed the door behind me, untied the wrapper and scooped water from the bucket with my hands and splashed it over my body. It was cool and refreshing and I couldn't resist rubbing my wet skin. There was no soap so I had to wash up like that.
Why was Obinna looking at me like that? I thought as I bent to wash my genitals. And that comment...whatever did it mean?
Your nyànsh make sense oh...I replayed the sentence in my head and as my fingers ran through my vagîna, I felt warm. Now this wasn't a normal feeling of warmth, it burned from within. My heart beat grew faster and I kept rubbing. It was a new sensation, terrifying but pleasurable and I really didn't want to stop. What's going on?
The bathroom door was pushed open and I jumped up. Obinna!
I was thoroughly shocked. He stood in front of me totally Unclad and didn't seem to care.
"Obinna na wetin?!" I yelled and made to grab my wrapper from the door.
He walked in and closed the door behind him. I moved back in fear. "Obinna wetin you dey find?!"
"Oma calm down," he said softly and moved closer still.
I was backed up against the wall and all I could see was the erection that looked right at me. Oh God! What was he up to? Why was he Unclad? And what was that-
He stood close now. I tried to run from the side but he pushed me back to the wall and pressed his body on me. I felt his hardon poke my stomach and felt weird. I was scared but weak and could do nothing as he plastered his lips on mine. I shivered in disgust and tried to fight but it was hopeless.
Suddenly violent, he squeezed my small breasts, ran his hands down my stomach to my vagîna and tried to push his fingers in. I cried in pain as he forced his long fingers in and his nails dug into my flesh.
"Please no! Bikonu!" I didn't know what he was up to but it didn't feel right. At least his fingers didn't.
He covered my mouth with his and removed his hand, only to replace it with his dîck. He moved his leg between my laps and propped them open. When he tried to push into me, I bit down on his lips and tried to push him away.
The slap I received dulled my senses for a full minute. I couldn't do anything as he opened my legs, rougher this time and drove in with full force.
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|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by Twaci(f): 1:56pm On Oct 05, 2016|
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by ashewoboy(m): 1:57pm On Oct 05, 2016|
You write? Wow! Good to know.
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by Laveda(f): 2:02pm On Oct 05, 2016|
She's only 14, Obinna should go easy.
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by Twaci(f): 2:03pm On Oct 05, 2016|
I sat at the corridor in tears. The monster had gone after he had had his way. The evening was cold and mosquitos bit me but I didn't care. I wanted my mother.
I didn't understand what had happened that afternoon but I knew it was bad and I felt assaulted. I hugged my bosoms, ignored the pain and cried much more. Where was my mother?
I jumped up. "Mama! Mama!" I ran into her with full force but was completely thrown off balance when she pushed me back.
"What is it?! You wan fall me?!"
I bit my lower lip and more tears rolled down my eyes as I shook my head. "Sorry ma."
"Ha! Na wa oh!" She walked past me and entered the house.
I could feel my chest expand and burst open in a million tears. I was distraught. I wanted my mom and here she was but there was no comfort. She didn't care. Didn't even notice.
Funny enough, my tears dried up. I had pushed the pains so deep that it no longer affected me. The hurt was gone to be replaced with a weird calmness and sudden emptiness. I sniffed, wiped my face with my palms and went inside to meet my mother.
She was on the bed and was engrossed in the money she was counting. She didn't look up when I entered. I crossed over to the bed and climbed on it gently as my vagina still hurt. As I made to cover myself, she looked up. "Na sleep be that? You no go give me food?"
I didn't even look at her. "I no cook."
"Why na? You no sell?"
"I carry the money pay Iya Biodun. She been dey complain say-"
"But why na? I send you? You for carry that money cook food you come dey do oversabi! I send you?"
I ignored her totally.
She sighed. "No wahala. Dey do your own. I wan talk to you sha."
I stayed mute.
"You dey hear me so?!" She yelled and I stood up grudgingly.
She sighed again and pushed the money she held in her bag, then turned to face me. "You get boyfriend?"
I was shocked by her question but then was too tired to express it. I didn't move at all. "No."
"Good." She said with a smile and dusted something off her lap, something she always did whenever she wanted to talk. "Because e get something wey I want make you do for me. I just go see Oga David, you remember that my friend abi?"
I nodded. David was one of her numerous friends that gave us money to feed sometimes. I didn't really know their level of friendship...but he was her friend and that's all I wanted to know.
"Well," she continued, "He tell me say e get one man wey wan marry. And the man talk say na small fine girl like you e dey find."
My mom wanted to marry me off. I stared. That was all I could do. I had no strength to display any form of emotion be it shock or anger. I badly wanted to cry but couldn't, the tears were all gone.
My silence didn't deter her.
"See ehen, the man get plenty money and he go take good care of you and me. He go fit send u to school and open shop for me-"
"I am not interested. I won't marry him."
I didn't know if it was my English or my answer that shocked her but it was clearly written on her face. She quickly caught herself and stared at me in what looked like disgust. "Wetin be all these shakara?! Wetin dey do you?! Ehen?!"
"Heh! This girl wan kill me oh!" She burst into tears in her usual dramatic fashion. "So you like as we dey suffer abi?! Ehen Oma! Answer me!"
I looked at her squarely but said nothing.
"You no go talk now?! This useless girl you no go open your stupid mouth answer me abi?! Ha! If only your father was alive!-"
I stood up. That was all I could take. My father was a very sore subject for me, especially when it came to my mum. I got back on the bed, ignored the pains in my vagîna and faced the wall.
My mother still ranted. "...you don get liver abi?! I dey talk you dey waka comot! You don dey craze for head abi! See ehn, whether you like am or not, you must marry that man! You no go kill me! Na me born you! You no get strong head pass me! You must marry that man-"
I closed my eyes and wished for death.
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|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by JeffreyJamez(m): 2:04pm On Oct 05, 2016|
This promises to be interesting..
(chills in the nearest dark spot)
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by kannymoore(m): 2:28pm On Oct 05, 2016|
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by skarlett(f): 2:34pm On Oct 05, 2016|
This is wonderful Tracy.
In the voice of Mama Oma, "i dey follow you bumper to bumper"
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by Smellymouth: 2:43pm On Oct 05, 2016|
I was erre..
And beware of my driver ==> JESUSBOIY
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|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by Nobody: 3:09pm On Oct 05, 2016|
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by daveP(m): 3:36pm On Oct 05, 2016|
despite Missmossy's systematic constancy on sharing literature section stories, I think I've found just what would make me come back to read stories.....
(gets new jotter.attempts to jot thing or two; munches)
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by Nobody: 4:21pm On Oct 05, 2016|
This is gonna be interesting
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by nymphomaniac(m): 5:50pm On Oct 05, 2016|
Twaci:stop mentioning me abeg.
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by naijamakossa(m): 5:51pm On Oct 05, 2016|
nice one twaci Abeg fire dey go
but igbo women and money be like Romeo and Juliet
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by skarlett(f): 6:05pm On Oct 05, 2016|
Wetin we no go see for nairaland, I thought ashewo.boy was the height
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by nymphomaniac(m): 6:38pm On Oct 05, 2016|
skarlett:think again...u haven't seen LabiaDestroyer ba
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by safarigirl(f): 6:42pm On Oct 05, 2016|
very lovely story dear. You captured first person POV brilliantly
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by ChikeAndrew(m): 9:02pm On Oct 05, 2016|
following..... am sure am nt late
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by JESUSBOIY(m): 7:10am On Oct 06, 2016|
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by Slimzjoe(m): 12:46pm On Oct 06, 2016|
Let me Register my Presence
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by Twaci(f): 7:54am On Oct 07, 2016|
Time had passed and I still couldn't get what Obinna did to me out of my head. Within that course of time, I had hated him and wished him dead. He was despicable and wasn't fit to be alive, I thought.
But then as time went on, I caught myself fantasizing about it. What if he had been gentle? Would I have enjoyed it? Why do I always feel warm down there anytime I think about it? And my fingers, they now had better access in and always had me vibrating anytime I pushed them a little bit further....
What has Obinna done to me?
Well one Saturday, I was at the backyard washing when I heard my mum call for me. I answered, only for her to come to me and urged me to follow her inside the house.
"You have an important visitor", she said.
I quickly reached out for a dirty shirt to cover up since I had nothing on but a wrapper tied to my chest but she stopped me and said I looked better with just the wrapper on.
I was perplexed. Who was it? Why was mama smiling that way?
I followed her like a sheep led to its slaughter, in the house and stopped at the door way when I saw that there were men in the room. I moved back a bit.
"Oga na she be that". My mother said with a smile.
I was scared, confused and angry. What was going on? And who was the "Oga" she referred to?
Then he stood up.
I turned to him and felt my heart stop. He was very good looking. That formidable kind that makes you aware of your sensuality. His hair had strands of grey but they were neatly cut to compliment his well defined face. And his lips, firm but inviting and my fingers ached to touch them and confirm if they could be soft. His eyes, oh! his beautiful eyes held me spellbound, I was glued to the spot, senseless and speechless. Just by looking at him, I felt warm and cold and just wanted to disappear.
He moved close and I stepped back. He arched a brow with a slow smile. God! I couldn't breathe. He was like a demigod. He moved closer still but as I made to go back again, he said, "Stop!."
I was sure it wasn't a request. The tough baritone of his voice killed whatever thoughts I had of running away and held me captive. It was as if he'd compelled me.
He got close to me with sure but slower steps till he stood an inch away from me and nodded in approval. His smile grew wider as his eyes left mine and went to my lips, my hair, my breasts...God, I felt Unclad!
I resisted the urge to cross my arms on my chest and cleared my throat. That brought his attention back to my face. He smiled.
"I am Seun. What's your name?"
His voice! Oh! his voice!
"O-omalicha". I tried looking everywhere else but his eyes.
"Omalicha, that's a beautiful name. I will call you Oma." He raised his hand to my face and gently touched my cheek. "You are very beautiful. Do you know that?"
What do I know? I shook my head.
He laughed. It was deep, throaty, different. "Naive little girl. I like you."
He turned to face my mother who had observed us along with Mr. David. "I like her."
My mother smiled in joy and winked at me. I looked away.
He turned back to me. "I like you, and will marry you."
That wasn't a request either.
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|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by Twaci(f): 7:58am On Oct 07, 2016|
What followed after the visit was like a movie. The engagement, introduction, wedding, all these happened so fast and it felt like it was someone else's life while I was just a spectator.
The wedding was quite a big one, those one-in-town weddings you would see only on TV. There were food in abundance, gifts, music, I was the envy of every girl - my friends inclusive.
Everyone was happy for me, neighbors, family members, people I never even knew they existed showed up for the wedding. Obinna came too but he avoided me all through and rarely spoke to my mum. The idïot.
The wedding ended all too soon and next thing I knew, I was at the back seat of this very big and beautiful car with my husband, waving goodbyes to everyone.
As the car sped off and left my village, I sat back and turned to my husband. He was on the phone.
He had been a complete gentleman since the day we met and had done nothing but pamper and treat me like a princess. He had never brought up the issue of sex as it seemed he wanted to wait till after the wedding.
He looked up and caught me staring and I looked away quickly to face the window. I was sure he smiled.
The wedding was done.
I was awoken by a gentle tap on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see an elderly woman bending above me with a smile. I sat up with a frown and looked around. Where were we? I turned to look at my husband only to realize he was gone. I panicked.
"Ma, Oga is inside already." The woman explained as if she'd read my mind. "He said I should come take you inside."
I sighed. We were home.
I nodded and followed her out of the car to meet two younger girls that smiled at me. "Good evening." I said to them.
"Good evening ma," they chorused.
Though I was too tired to note the beauty of the house I stood before, the brightness of the compound awed me. It looked like a palace.
The older woman led the way in the house, up a stairway and then a corridor. Then I was fully awake and took in the mastery of which the house was constructed and furnished. It was a masterpiece, nothing I had ever seen before, even the king's palace back at the village could not compare to it. There were beautiful paintings on the walls, beautiful matching curtains at each window, the tiled floor gleamed like jewels....It was like heaven.
The woman led me to a door and opened it. "Your room ma."
Completely dazed, I looked into the room. It was far bigger than the house back at the village and far too divine. I walked slowly into the room and looked around. I was speechless.
"The toilet is over there," the woman continued, "And that's the closet should you want to change after freshening up-"
"Where is my husband?" I asked.
"He said that he would meet you later on." She replied simply.
"Is he downstairs?"
I nodded. "Thank you."
"Bisi will bring you dinner in 30 minutes," the woman said and turned to point at one of the girls I had met downstairs. I didn't know they had followed us. "And Damilola will clean up when you are done. Would there be anything else you would be needing?"
Would there? I shook my head and the woman smiled.
"You are welcome once again."
She turned and walked away with the girls behind her and I was left alone.
It didn't take me up to twenty minutes to ruin the bathroom. The bathtub had been quite slippery, had burnt myself when I switched on the wrong tap, the bathroom floor was wet, the shower head was ruined....everything was messed up. Couldn't even find a rag to clean up!
After the funny bath, I went back to the room and to the closet to find what to wear. After much digging around, I found a short and a big shirt. It was something. I wore them quickly and pushed the clothes back in the closet. I wasn't really the orderly type of girl.
True to the woman's words, one of the girls, Bisi, I think, knocked and entered to place a tray of covered plates on the table close to the bed. I could see she had noticed the mess I made in the bathroom which I had left open and tried not to look embarrassed. I went over to the table and sat on the bed.
She stared at me with a ridiculous expression.
"What?" I asked softly and looked at myself
"Those are oga's underwears." She said with a smile.
I could tell she wanted to laugh.
"Oh." No wonder they were quite big. "I didn't know."
She nodded and opened the covered plates to reveal boiled yam and egg sauce. "Eat, let me find something for you to wear."
"Okay." I couldn't have agreed more.
She dished the food out in a smaller plate and handed it to me. While I ate, she walked over to the closet and opened it...I looked away.
She ignored the mess I had made and sorted the clothes out and came back with a short red gown. It was silky and beautiful. I liked it.
"Thank you." I said as she placed the gown beside me.
She nodded with a smile.
She waited till I finished and packed the plates back on the tray. As she made to go out, I thought of something.
"Sorry, aunty Bisi," she turned with arched brows. "My husband, how long have you worked for him?"
She seemed shocked by my question. "Um-two, two years."
" D-do you know why my husband is remarrying?"
She looked at me for a while with a confused expression. "No, he's never been married."
Now I was shocked. "No first wife?"
"No. You are his first wife."
I guess I must have stayed silent for long because next she said was, "If that's all ma, I would like to go back to work."
I nodded. "Thank you very much. I am grateful."
"It's nothing." She said and walked out of the room.
I was confused. My husband seemed like one of those men that got whatever they wanted, be it money or any kind of house, car, food and even women. What he wanted from a young girl like me, I did not know.
I lay back on the bed and looked up to see that the ceiling was made of mirror. It seemed odd and fascinating at the same time but I was more drawn to the girl reflected in the mirror.
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|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by Twaci(f): 8:02am On Oct 07, 2016|
I woke up to realize that I was still alone. The room had brightened up better since it was morning and I noticed things that I had not seen the night before, like the glass doors that led out to the balcony hidden behind the curtains, the beautiful flower vase that stood beside the bed, the very big television that hung on the wall, a framed picture of my husband...he looked quite formidable in that suit, I thought.
I also noticed that someone had changed my clothing, from the shorts to the gown and the bathroom had been tidied up. Someone must have really worked hard while I slept. Where was my husband? And why didn't he wake me when he came in?
Just then the elderly woman I had met yesterday came in, she carried a tray and smiled when she saw me.
"Good morning ma." I greeted as I sat up fully.
Her smile widened. She placed the tray on the table close to the bed, "Please, don't call me 'ma'. I am Esther. How was your night?"
"Fine." I actually didn't remember and felt 'fine' covered it.
"That's good. I brought you something to start the day with, a very light breakfast. The main course will be up by ten, is that okay by you?"
I liked the sound of her voice and her smile was truly beautiful. "Thank you ma-"
"Esther, call me Esther."
"No, just Esther. Oga wouldn't be pleased if you add these titles to my name. Just call me Esther."
I nodded. I wasn't just used to that.
"My husband, where is he?"
She poured out a cup of tea and handed it to me. "He has gone to work."
The tea was hot so I rested it on the cup saucer. "When will he come back?"
"By five in the evening, six at most. Do you want jam on your bread?"
I shook my head. I really didn't feel like eating anything that early, I was used to eating brunch back at home and anything other than that was strange to my system.
My husband had gone to work without goodbyes, I thought, and with a shrug dismissed the thought, it could be that he had to leave very early. I tried the tea again and looked up at Esther, and noticed she studied me. She had probably wondered why I had rushed into the marriage at that age.
After that breakfast, Esther sent in Bisi, the girl from yesterday, to help me bathe and dress up. Bisi was quite patient, led me through the use of the strange devices, introduced me to my cosmetics and showed me my closet - yes, I had mine.
The rest of the morning was uneventful, never went down for anything - they were all served to me. Later on in the day, a beautician came and changed my hairdo from the braids I had used for the wedding to a much prettier hair that looked like a natural - Peruvian hair- that was what the beautician called it. Then she made my nails and eyebrows too. The end picture was amazing, I looked different.
In no time it was five and I awaited the return of my husband. It was funny but I missed him and really wanted to show off my new hair. I wanted to see him smile.
He came in by seven, while I watched the television. Didn't knock, just opened and walked right in. He smiled when he saw me.
"G-good evening sir." His smile made me uneasy.
He didn't reply, just closed the door behind him, dropped his suitcase on the floor and climbed the bed. Before I could say or do anything, he pulled me close and kissed me.
The kiss threw me off balance. It was hard and passionate and spelt nothing but hard driven desire. He pushed me to the bed and took the kiss deeper as his hands drove into my hair to push my head closer. God! I loved the way he bit down on my lower lip, and with his tongue, tasted and teased me to madness. Everything happened so fast and I couldn't help but moan as his hand left my hair to trace a path down my chest and cupped my breast.
I burned up as the fire of desire seared me from the inside and formed a warm wetness between my legs. Everything was gone, the fear, the conservativeness, the uncertainty...all I wanted was this man and I didn't care how shameless it made me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck in pure instinct and nudged him closer. I wanted more.
Just then he stopped and pulled away slowly, his eyes glued to mine. I frowned, what happened? What did I do?
"Have you had dinner?"
I was disoriented by his question. "W-what?"
"Have you had dinner?" He repeated slowly.
Have I? I thought. Rice and plantain came to mind. "Yes, yes I have."
He nodded. "Good. Change into something nice. I will be with you S oon."
Wait, where was he going? I thought in despair as he left the bed. "But-"
"I will be right back." He assured with a smile and left the room.
What-? Why-? Where-?
I sat back into the bed totally lost in thoughts.
When he came back, I did not know because I was fast asleep. His gentle touch on my face literally brought me back to life and I smiled when I saw him. He was really a pleasant sight to my eyes.
"Where did you go?" I said softly and sat up. I noticed he had changed into his shorts and looked quite fresh.
"I went to eat." He replied as he ran his fingers down my cheek. "You were fast asleep when I came in and I went ahead to freshen up. You missed me."
It wasn't a question but I nodded anyway.
His eyes bored into my soul. "Are you ready for this?"
I realized that too wasn't a question when he came closer without waiting for a reply and kissed me. This one was different from the first, it was far gentle and more passionate and told a story of bliss.
I was turned on. The slowness of this kiss burned faster and hotter and had me begging for more. I was weakened by this man, by his lips and the way his skilled hands touched every part of me. He had my heart. Without breaking the kiss, he knelt before me, raised me up in the same stance and pulled me closer to him. I felt his erectïon on my stomach and my mind flashed back to Obinna. I tried to move back but his oh-so-wonderful hands held me to his body and caressed my back. The feel of the silk gown rubbing between his hands and my skin ignited more fires but I wanted more. I was Oliver Twist.
I tried to pull the straps of the gown down my shoulder but he stopped me. "I will do it myself."
And he did, but with his teeth. He pushed me back gently on the bed and slowly teased the gown down my chest, my stomach, I grasped in bewildered pleasure when his teeth scraped my navel. He smiled and looked at me. "Do you like that?"
I couldn't say anything, I was out of breath.
He chuckled and continued. With his teeth, he dragged the gown down, past my waist, hips and off my body. Then he kissed his way back up again. Up my feet, calf, knees, till he got to my thighs. I shivered when I felt him go inside my thighs...what was he doing?!
I tried to sit up but he pushed me back down, "Stay," he said.
Stay?! How would he ask me to stay?! What was he up to? Did he realize that he was going down to my-
"Stop wiggling like a worm and enjoy this. You will love it."
I wasn't so sure of that but I obeyed anyway - he was my husband and that was all that mattered. I laid back and closed my eyes as he went back to my thighs and started kissing again, this time, he made it wet. I felt my thighs tremble as he went deeper and as he kissed my femalecore, I froze.
The feeling, it was divine, unexplainable. His breath on my wet core sent shivers down my spine and made me gasp, not just in shock, but in pleasure. Then I felt his tongue dive into me and couldn't help it, couldn't control the loud moan that escaped my lips. The way his tongue tasted and teased, I was sure I was going to burst but I didn't want him to stop. He was right, I liked it. My body trembled and was out of my control as he buried his head deeper and sucked harder. I pushed closer, I wanted him deeper, the way his tongue made circles in me made me wilder and bolder. I wrapped my laps round his neck and pulled him closer as I felt my body spasm lightly. I felt something like an earthquake build up right from my stomach, it's tremors frightened me but I didn't want it to stop, I wanted whatever it was. All of it.
When my husband stopped and sat up I almost cried out. What now?!
He replaced his tongue with his fingers and probed me gently. "You are ready."
"Yes!" I cried out frantically. "Yes please!"
He laughed. It was cocky but seductive and it made me crazy. Next he went down from the bed, to the closet and brought out something that looked like a belt. "Turn over."
I felt my stomach contract. What was he up to?
"You will like it. Come on, turn over."
Slowly I turned, my heart faster than a piston.
Before I could smile in acknowledgement of the praise, I heard the belt fly and hit my buttocks with full force. I screamed in fear and shock and turned over to look at my husband. What did I do?!
"Turn over before I hit your face!"
He didn't stop. He flogged harder as I tried to run, didn't stop at any point.
I cried, no longer in pain but in fear. The man before me was not my once gentle husband, in just few minutes he had transformed to a beast and didn't care that I was hurt. The lashes had left cuts on my skin and I bled all over. He still didn't stop. I jumped out of the bed, to the floor and made to run but he grabbed me and pushed me back on the bed, face down. "Stay put goddamnit!"
"Please stop! Please!" I cried and tried to wiggle away from his hold. I wanted to look at his face, to ask what I had done wrong.
"Stop moving!" He yelled and slapped my already reddened buttocks. "Are you deaf?!"
"Nooooo! Please no!"
"You defiant bitch!" He held my neck from the back and tried to choke me. "Listen to me when I tell you to do something!"
I was weak and out of breath, could do nothing but choke on my own tears. I cried harder as I felt his knees nudge my legs open, It was as if I was with Obinna all over again in that bathroom. But this was supposed to be different, this was my husband!
He held my hands above my head and propped my waist up. I felt his fingers go back roughly into my vagïna, it felt painful this time.
"You are ready." He muttered and pushed his engorged penïs between my thighs.
I didn't scream this time, I cried into the bed as he fvcked me.
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|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by Twaci(f): 8:13am On Oct 07, 2016|
I really appreciate this
|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by skarlett(f): 9:48am On Oct 07, 2016|
Hmmmmn 50 Shades of Grey comes to mind, still following bibijay123 come and see o
And try mentioning us individually, i didnt get your mention
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|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by Twaci(f): 10:42am On Oct 07, 2016|
skarlett:I know right?! Thanks dear.
@bolded I had no idea
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|Re: The Journal Of A Nymphomaniac by Twaci(f): 10:46am On Oct 07, 2016|
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