following the interesting story

I really like this Twaci,


More grease to your pen

Twaci:

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."

"Aunty 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.

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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?"

Was I?

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.

"Good girl."

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.

Hmmmmm... I smell good work here

Nice one

Please mention me on the next post

Pls guys stop quoting the whole post, its frustrating! lovely piece miss, keep it coming.

Slimzjoe:


we've both succeeded in Abandoning the main subject...which was the kind of sex...BDS M is only normal in our society today. I might consider having a lil bit of pity on the character cos of the way she was shipped out of her home but then, her current abode seems more comfortable. So no pity for her cos so far, she has been enjoying herself and Living the life

Obinna was her first which was done forcefully, and she has this kinea mom who doesn't pay attention but only interested in what would profit her, what you expecting..
That gurl there was left with no choice than to adapt to where she's found herself.
FYI, everyone likes comfort..

Anyways story just began, let's see how it ends.

Twaci:
Thank you very much guys

I appreciate your reviews

( narrows eyes)

Came late but still managed to buy ticket..ride on don't keep us waiting

Laveda:

Actually, by comparing, you already justified it.
And that's so wrong for a 14year old.

16...

nice one twaci...ride on

this should be "fifty shades darker". 2017 should come fast, can't wait for the movie .

For God's sake stop quoting the story updates. It's trepidly annoying and bemusing!!!


Just drop your comments and attach her name or quote a shorter post of the writer's!!! Smh

next episode pls

At first the title of ur piece, hmmm! Bet it's gonna pull a lot of dudes into reading, then d 1st chapter, another attempt to hold dem Boyz down Can't wait to start reading d next episode, your work is truly a marvel. There's something about your write up that I just can't get enough of. More inspiration to ur works @Twaci

I am a sinner, whose probably gonna sin again. Lord forgive me. Lord forgive me..... with this kind story on a Sunday Morning.

BTW, e be like say this thing happened to you @OP

OK?and person dey go church dz morning bai....person no go wan sin na una go dey cause ham....the story sweet sha

THE MOD THAT PUSHED THIS TO FP ON SUNDAY MORNING. THERE IS GOD O, THERE IS GOD O.

When will the Part 2 be Out?

Mods should have at least waited for the story to reach like 70% before putting it on fp not this one still on 15%

present Mademoiselle Twaci

Bestlily... come over here

Nice story. We earnestly await the next chapters!

Well done ma'am; interesting se× part........ okay come and continue Sha

You got me twaci, can't tell where the story is headed.
On board.

Chanchit:
Mods should have at least waited for the story to reach like 70% before putting it on fp not this one still on 15%

Who told you that?

The story is already done and dusted.

You can read the remaining 85% by rereading E.L James Fifty Shades of Gray assuming you've not read that tripe before.

Twaci is just trying to make a Naija version.

I hope she doesn't succeed.

9ce one lady. You ar sure doing a gud job. Kip d updates coming pls

Twaci:
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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?

"Omalicha?"

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.

"Yes ma."

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?!"

No reply.

"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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okay.

Bia Tracy!!!! kparia onwe gi o!!!! na for this precious Sunday morning, u wan put the spirit of konji into nairalanders!!! kedu kwanu udiri ihe bu ihe a?!!!

Interesting!

Coldfeets:


Who told you that?

The story is already done and dusted.

You can read the remaining 85% by rereading E.L James Fifty Shades of Gray assuming you've not read that tripe before.

Twaci is just trying to make a Naija version.

I hope she doesn't succeed.

Chei! I no dey o.

Where is Twaci?

very vivid storytelling I must say..even the little stirring I was getting while reminiscing on my personal escapades vanished into thin air as soon as that psychotic seun of a man started whipping my fragile omalicha!

Bia op if you know say u no go complete this story why then do you put the story up here on a rainy sunday morning Huh?,infact I'm outta here.

sarutobie:
very vivid storytelling I must say..even the little stirring I was getting while reminiscing on my personal escapades vanished into thin air as soon as that psychotic Seun Osewa of a man started whipping my fragile omalicha!

Oga if you get ten years ban na u cause am o .