Twaci:
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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 naked!

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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shumuel:

@bolded, Ladies ! Can never understand them.

Anyways, Nice one Twaci am ''Followed'' but why Seun come be the name of the bad guy now, are you sure you want to make FP ? Oma is quite unfortunate ;( well lets see how it goes and end

Twaci:
what can I say?

I guess its the wiring from above

I don't know oh! The name just stuck and none sounded better for that particular character. No offense to Se'un

hmmm, and the charater also had a nice lower lip, not married, rich.. I think i should stop there

naijamakossa:
chai chineke mee

seun is a mad dog oooo

umalicha sorry I pity u,ur mom has sold u out to a beast,,twaci I dey ur back carry dey go,Abegi don't forget to mention me

annniky

Twaci:
You'd better...For your own good

Laveda:



Too young for the pains

Slimzjoe:


Pains Pleasure you mean



Skimpledawg, Come see new story

Laveda:


Pains..

She didn't desreve such treatment, where's the pleasure in flogging before sex

Slimzjoe:


Where's the Pleasure in Butt-hole drilling? but people do it anyway.

I'm not trying to Justify or say anything here though.

Laveda:



Actually, by comparing, you already justified it.

And that's so wrong for a 14year old.

Smellymouth:
Chaii.. I just came outta the mosque and I am on this thread..

Twaci, biko Akant epp it..

Nice one...

Following..

Twaci:
Tiny23
Smellymouth
Davep
Kannymoore
Diddyydiva
Donpoker

Slimzjoe:


Stop repeating her age you're making her seem so innocent...she's that young but she's been enjoying the Sex

kannymoore:


Just went through this new post..


One word though...


......intense......! Thanks




Keep it up missy.

Aderola15:
Uncle Seun, pls take it easy biko . Good job Twaci

D9ty7:
Good job you have going here, but in my opinion, you for try push the age reach 18...
But what do I know? You are the author, only you know where the story is heading.

skarlett:
Hmmmmn 50 Shades of Grey comes to mind, still following bibijay123 come and see o

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And try mentioning us individually, i didnt get your mention

bibijay123:



Thank you for the mention , Twaci carry go!

Laveda:


At first she was raped..
She's human, with emotions, with all the caressing who wouldn't fall?

Come up with something better.

Twaci:
I know right?! Thanks dear.
@bolded I had no idea
Cc
Laveda
Slimzjoe
ChikeAndrew
Safarigirl
Naijamakossa

losprince:
I always knew you would write someday...

I am enjoying this the story not the seun and obinna thingy I liked the twist to the last update good work twaci!

daveP:

Belt ke?
Descriptive power..... Adichie-style.

ChikeAndrew:

just when I thought I knew where the story was headed...... she gives it another twist.

Tiny23:
good one,pls update o...enjoying the story