oh no! another lovely story sporadically updated. nice one though

Twaci:
Prologue

Hello, I am a nymphomaniac.

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.

I am a nymphomaniac and this is my story.

Tell us your real story .

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

person wey go add osewa for my post eh..may ogbakiri add ten years of misery upon him

how is this even remotely entertaining? pornographic rehash peppered with despicable, abominable rape somehow translates to literary work?? really??

Even if the need to titillate the debauched trolls become too overwhelming, shouldn't this be confined to the safety of the sexuality section, as other are?

Definitely following....

alezzy13:
how is this even remotely entertaining? pornographic rehash peppered with despicable, abominable rape somehow translates to literary work?? really??

Even if the need to titillate the debauched trolls become too overwhelming, shouldn't this be confined to the safety of the sexuality section, as other are?

gy calm down... It ain't the authors fault Dat it's not in the sexuality zone, blame d mods... And as for dinner debauched trolls biko since u are here are u my one of us....?

Laveda:




She's only 14, Obinna should go easy.

Very unromantic that obinna, she's 16 tho, not 14

Hmmmm... Nairaland...

SnowJay92:


Very unromantic that obinna, she's 16 tho, not 14

Uhh okay, maybe I have to modify then, was 14.

I hate reading stuffs like this, a pictorial view of it plays on in ma head while reading, the pain and discomfort female kids goes through, its a nice piece though, thumbs up @ op.

Ugomba:
okay.

why quote everything for just a word. And I thought update is here only for it to be your indifferent post

Nice work u have here. Oya mention me too. *following*

Nice one dear. Please do mention me in later updates

Twaci.

You are a good writer. You are also good with the way you arrange words for better understanding but you need to work on your IMAGINATION!

Your Imagination is going off track, it could the story uninteresting to many readers even with the sex scene that is suppose to hold readers.

We know the story is a ficticious one but when more of the pictures in the write up becomes unrealistic, it could stop the interest of more readers to read further.

That been said, lets see how it goes.

Weldone, you write well.

i cant stop reading, am soo loving this!

now you have my undivided attention, mmmmmmmm don't just keep me waiting for too long!.

WHR z d next episode

Still on the first page but your mama funny


Seems promising, make I read more.

sarutobie:

person wey go add osewa for my post eh..may ogbakiri add ten years of misery upon him

I cover myself with the blood of Amadioha

Why I hate reading stories on nairaland is that they never complete the story, dey make u like it after sometime they stop posting updates and the story never get finished...

God

NO


I hate anything that has to do with sexual violence...

cant wait for the next up load

Twaci:

.

This should be moved to sexuality

I'm loving this....... good writer. mention me Please

nymphomaniac:
think again...u haven't seen LabiaDestroyer ba

prolly she haven't seen AnusOdourInhaler too

I was broken. I felt like a rag doll that had been tossed and pulled in awkward directions and left in the middle of the road to be crushed and destroyed by cars. I wanted to scream, pull my hair and let out a heart wrenching scream that would break down the walls around me. I drew up my knees to my chest and rocked myself slowly as I recounted all that had happened, scene after scene, the hurt and the pain.

The door opened and I looked up to see Esther slowly enter and close the door behind her. She looked confused with her hands behind her back and her sad eyes glued to mine. She came closer, sat beside me and said nothing, just stared back with clouded eyes. She looked close to tears.

"Good morning." I muttered shakily.

She nodded and looked around the room. "Where is your gown?"

I ignored the pain in her voice and looked at myself. I was still nàked, the bruises on my pale skin were quite visible. "I don't know."

She turned back to me, her brown eyes asked what she couldn't. They asked if I was okay, how l had survived it, if I was hurt...

I looked away and stared at my feet, though I was the victim, it felt as if she was the one in greater pain.

"Do you want your mother?"

I frowned and faced her. My mother? Why would she ask that? What was my mother going to do? What has she ever done if not make my life miserable? Why my mother?!... I felt my eyes well up in tears and tried to blink them back but they ended up running down my cheeks. God knew I hated my mother, I wished she had not birthed me, I wished I was not even born! I loved my mother so much but hated her just as much. It was a sad and sickening feeling that clawed at my heart.

I drew my knees closer and shook my head. "No. I don't want my mother, I want to be alone."

She nodded, stood up and left the room without a word.

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A week went by and I had not seen my husband. He had sent in a nurse who had attended to my cuts and administered medications to help with the pains and passed whatever message he had through the maids. I nurtured the thought that he was ashamed of his actions and was scared to see my face and that made me feel better.

I was further elated when the maid came in one afternoon to present gifts from my husband. These gifts included a breathtaking sky blue dress, a box of a beautiful pair of red shoes and a gold plated phone, Samsung S6 plus, the pack had said - I had always wanted a phone!

As I unwrapped the gifts I felt the warmth of my husband's love and yearned for him once more. I was glad he was remorseful and the gifts did more than convinced me to forgive him.

"Wow!" Damilola exclaimed as I admired the phone. "The phone is fine. Looks like glass!"

Damilola had replaced Esther who never came to my room since that day I told her I had wanted to be alone. I knew not why she stopped and when I had asked Damilola, the girl said she didn't know. Though I missed her, Damilola made a good companion, a chatty one at that.

"My husband gave you these?" I asked again.

She smiled knowingly. "Yes. He is downstairs, in his study. You should go see him you know."

I looked at the gifts, the giddy maid and then the door. I had never left the room since I got into the house. Why? I didn't know, I guess I felt better in the privacy of the room and there was nothing I needed that wasn't brought to me. Moreover, the injuries from the past incident had left me bedridden.

I eyed the gifts again. They seemed like the perfect excuse.

I came down from the bed and smiled. "Okay Dami, you are crazy but you are right. I should go down to see him."

"Yes!" She pumped her fist in the air. "You should change then."

"I should?" My shirt and shorts seemed quite okay to me and I saw no reason to over dress.

"Aww come on! That shirt is just too plain! Your shorts looks like it has been peed on-"

"It just water that-"

"I know, I know. But still looks like pïss to me. You should wear something more feminine, like a skirt or a gown- oh! I know!"

She ran to the closet and pulled out a short yellow gown. "Try this."

Just to go downstairs? I wondered and took the gown from her, "This feels a bit-"

"It's okay! Will bring out your shape sef," she smiled suggestively.

I sighed, the girl could argue! "Okay."

She was right, I thought as I admired myself in the mirror. The gown stuck to my body like a second skin, really detailed my curves and showed off my long straight legs perfectly. I loved it.

"Beautiful! Just beautiful." Damilola cooed excitedly.

"Thank you," I replied with a smile and held my hair back. "Hair up or down?"

"Down! Hair down! You look like a goddess. You are very beautiful, like those oyinbo girls."

I laughed. I really did look like them with my naturally soft pink lips and long eyelashes that complimented my fair skin that had gotten more glow since I got married.

I wanted to dance, Damilola's excitement had gotten to me.

Seun wouldn't know what hit him, I thought as I made for the door.

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"Come in."

My heart pounded as I opened the door slowly. "Good even-"

I stopped as the door opened fully and I saw my husband behind a big glass table, bent over a book. He looked up and my breath froze. Those lips...

I closed the door behind me. "Um-good evening. I- I just wanted to-"

He stood with a smile. It was a very gorgeous smile, one that revealed his perfectly white teeth and made him all the more irresistible. If my heart had gone any faster, I could have died of a heart attack. He looked so good with the black t-shirt that hugged every part of him and those black jeans - they should be banned! Though he looked very tired, he was breathtaking.

"I-sorry for disturbing- I - I - I just - the gifts - Dami brought them and I - I thought that I s-should - um - I should -" God! I so wanted to slap myself hard. I couldn't stop stuttering like a fool.

He crossed over to me and swept me up into his arms. It had happened so fast and was so unexpected. His chest felt really nice! How could he be so built and hot?! I wondered. How old was this guy again?!

He kissed me passionately and I felt the blue flame of desire burn within me. I was breathless with want, it felt as if I melted in his arms.

"You look beautiful." He whispered in my ear as he broke the kiss. I shivered, whatever he said made no sense to me neither did it matter to me. All I had taken in was his voice, and that coupled with his breath on my neck was all I needed to go crazy.

For the first time in my life, I threw caution to the wind and initiated a kiss. I held his head down to my face and dove in with such ferocity that made my body tremble. I pushed my tongue in to toy with his and moaned when he gently bit my lower lip. He groaned when he heard me moan, it was as if it had empowered him.

I gasped when I felt the cold surface of glass behind me and opened my eyes to see that we were at the table. He laid me gently on the table, his eyes never left mine for a minute and stretched on me. He kissed my forehead, face, neck, collarbone and bit my nipples which had hardened under the gown.

"Seun!" I moaned in want as my eyes flickered shut.

"Yes baby." He whispered, "What do you want?"

I knew what I wanted but couldn't put them in words. There was no way to explain it, no way to describe it to him. Simply put, I wanted him.

He chuckled and bit my nipples again, it was pure torment. I could feel his tongue on my breasts but still couldn't. I wanted to rip the gown apart to give him full access.

"What do u want Oma?" He asked again as his fingers moved between my thighs.

"You," I moaned.

"Louder Oma. What do you want?"

"I want YOU!" I exclaimed as i felt his fingers dive into my wetcore. "God Seun I want you! I want this!"

That was all he needed. With a growl he ripped the gown in two as if it was made from a flimsy material, pulled me up to unbuckle and pull my bra and next went my panties. I tried to help him with his belt but my hands were shaky, so he pushed them away and undressed himself and we were back on the table clawing and groaning like wild animals.

Without further invitation, he pushed into me and I cried in pleasure. He felt so good, perfect even and I felt complete. He grabbed my breasts, pulled out and drove deeper. It was rough but I did not care, he was my husband and that was all that mattered.

"Seun! Yes!" I screamed in pleasure as he moved within me, his hands now on my neck.

I was oblivious to everything around me. This was what I wanted and had no regrets. Fück my mother, fück Obinna, this was me and was all I cared about.

Nothing felt more wonderful, well that was until his grip on my neck tightened uncomfortably. The passion was there but I could not breathe. I tried to remove his hands but he tightened them the more and just kept thrusting.

"Wait-I-I-I can't breathe!" I choked and tried to pull his hand. My husband didn't care. I tried to move but the more I wiggled, the harder the grip became and before I knew it, I struggled for my life.

"Se-Seun!" I gasped and clawed at his fingers.

He struck me hard with a fist and I lost my sight temporarily. "Shut up! I know you like this!"

This was real! I realized. My husband wanted to kill me. I tried to fight but he struck me yet again and bruised my lip. I took a deep breath and screamed. I screamed so hard because my life actually did depended on it. At least the maids will hear, I thought.

"SHUT UP!" Seun yelled, raised my head and struck it on the table.

I felt a crack, whether it was in my head or on the table, I had no idea but my husband didn't stop. I was no longer wet but he didn't really care, the sëx was painful.

"You like being punched yeah? Yeah?" He ranted like a maniac.

I was weak. "No please! Please!"

He punched me in the stomach and I doubled over but he just pushed me right back to the table and fücked harder. His hands went back to my neck but I had no more strength to fight. I was dying and there was nothing I could do.

My husband's face was the last thing I saw before darkness embraced me. He was indeed a handsome devil.

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Sadomasochism is the giving or receiving of pleasure from acts involving the receipt or infliction of pain or humiliation. Practitioners of sadomasochism may seek sexual gratification from their acts. While the terms sadist and masochist refer respectively to one who enjoys giving or receiving pain, practitioners of sadomasochism may switch between activity and passivity.

It had taken a month but I had finally found out what was wrong with my husband. Damilola had taught me how to use my phone and with the help of Google, I made this discovery. I scrolled down and saw an illustration of the said act. It depicted a man who flogged the bare buttocks of an unclad woman who was chained to the wall. The picture reminded me of my husband with a belt and though I cringed at that thought of a reoccurrence, I felt my stomach tingle. I clicked the IMAGES tab and watched as the page opened to reveal more pictures and illustrations of Sadomasochism.


The pictures fascinated me. How could people derive pleasure from these? I thought. And the women, none of them seemed to be in pain, rather they looked like they enjoyed it. Was this what my husband expected of me? I continued with the pictures till I came across one that caught my eyes. In the picture it wasn't a man and a woman but a woman and another woman...I felt my stomach tingle again. One of the women had been tied down to a bed while the other pushed something between her legs. They looked like they enjoyed it, none of them were in pain of any sort.

A woman and another woman? Just how normal was that? I thought and zoomed the picture. Wow! They looked washed with pleasure and were truly happy. Was that possible for me?

I touched myself. Just by looking I was turned on and was wet. I knew it was strange, I mean, I was supposed to be repulsed by the picture but that really wasn't the case. I clicked on the "RELATED PICTURES" tab and was plunged into the world of hardcore lesbïanism. There were different women in different positions and every picture I flipped to ignited more fires. I pushed my fingers into me and bit my lower lip...it really felt good.

Okay here was the problem. I had never ever reached the heights of ultimate pleasure. Yes my husband knew how to burn me over with passion and want but once he turned to the sado-beast, my desires would crash and all that I would be washed with would be pain. He had started an insatiable fire in me but did nothing to feed it and it made me desperate. Yes my fingers felt nice within me but I wanted it all, I wanted to feel like those women in the pictures.

I quickly typed in "Videos of women having sëx with other women" in the search bar, Damilola had told me that there was nothing I couldn't find on Google and I wanted to see if she was right. My heart beat faster as I saw the results, she was right. I clicked on one of the links and was redirected to another site where I found videos of more nakëd women and watched with building excitement as i played one. The women were really into it and-

The door flew open and my husband came in. I dropped my phone, removed my other hand from my undies slowly and pushed my phone under the blanket that covered me. "Good afternoon."

"How are you?"

After the incident in his study, he had rushed me to a hospital and the doctor had advised him that I stayed away from extraneous activities and more fights - he had told the doctor that I had gotten into a fight with a neighbor. She said my head had suffered a minor fracture and that I was really stressed. Well my husband obeyed her instructions and stayed away from me completely. He rarely came in to see me, it seemed he had another room in the house but still sent flower gifts to me every now and then. A month had passed and he still stayed away, not that I complained anyway.

"I am fine." I replied. "Going out?"

It was a Saturday afternoon and he was in a suit.

"Yeah, actually I am going on a business trip to London."

My eyes widened. "You are traveling out? Wh-when - how long will you be gone?"

"Three weeks at most."

"Three weeks?" I repeated with a frown. My husband was going to be away for three weeks and I didn't know if I should be happy or sad.

He laughed and sat on the bed. "Hey don't look so forlorn. It's just three weeks and I will be touch. You have your phone and- where is your phone?"

I looked away. "I- I - I gave it to Damilola to um charge -"

He arched a brow but nodded. "Okay, but you do realize that you can always charge it here. There is an outlet beside the bed-"

I turned stupidly to look for the outlet which I well knew was there. "Is there? Oh yeah, okay I - I will start charging here."

"That's good and about the trip, I will always call you. You won't feel alone. Okay?"

"Okay."

He smiled and kissed my forehead. "Take care. Got to go else I will miss my flight."

I nodded with a soft smile. "I will miss you."

"You too darl."

He blew me a kiss and left the room.

I fell back on the bed with a sigh and reached for my phone.

obontami:
prolly she haven't seen AnusOdourInhaler too

What's going here?

Front page!

oboy!

Twaci:
Front page!

oboy!

it deserves to be on front page

ellacute45:
it deserves to be on front page

Thanks dear

Happy Sunday!

Twaci:
Thanks dear

Happy Sunday!

same to you

henrimoto:

Twaci.

You are a good writer. You are also good with the way you arrange words for better understanding but you need to work on your IMAGINATION!

Your Imagination is going off track, it could the story uninteresting to many readers even with the sex scene that is suppose to hold readers.

We know the story is a ficticious one but when more of the pictures in the write up becomes unrealistic, it could stop the interest of more readers to read further.

That been said, lets see how it goes.

Weldone, you write well.

Noted! Thanks for the review. Will work harder on my imagination