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Luedave:
Y must it be bout sex

Romance normally has that with it.

However, I'm sure we would have a piece that is romantic but not sexual so please be on the look out.

Freemanan:
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My day started like any other day. I woke up 6 a.m. Got breakfast ready and left for work with uncle Jeff. By noon uncle Jeff came to the reception and said to me with the usual glint in his eyes, ” let’s go home”. “Someone would be there” I said.” No”he told me. Off we went.

We got to the sitting room and pounced on each other- we have crazy chemistry is my only excuse. We were so busy devouring each other, we didn’t hear the door open. It was the sound of broken glass that cut through our cloud of desire. We had an audience.

With a smile on my face I calmly watched the emotions swim across her face. The shock went first, pain came next, followed closely by revulsion and finally rage. I watched as it called on the judge and jury of her mind, as it made it’s case and the verdict was passed. – True rage doesn’t erupt or explode. It presents your case before a council of its own, finds you guilty and then passes a sentence that the rage bearer carries out. You do not get to defend yourself and judgement is passed swiftly.

In my case, Onote my niece tried me for having an affair with her dad. She walked in on us making out in the living room. We weren’t expecting anyone back so soon. My sentence was to be beaten by a girl I trained and nursed. She reached for the artificial bamboo rod in flower vase by the TV and walked towards me.

Her useless Father was as quiet as a dumb duck. His fatter lower lip hanging in shock. Mtscheew useless buffoon I will deal with him later.

As Onote walked towards me I laughed. “Queen bee”, I called to her, “I have a story to tell you. When you are done listening you can beat me all you want. ”

She swung at me. I moved out of the way and I slapped her so hard she fell. I picked the bamboo and pointed it at her. ” Listen” I said again. Sobbing quietly she nodded.

By now her buffoon of a father had gotten over his shock. I think he stays in shock longer than he can keep his hard-on. He walked towards me and demanded the same way he demands I bend over for the bamboo. I whacked him on the head with the bamboo as my response.

Now I had Onote’s attention. I sat down and started my story. I was 12 when my mum died and I was sent to live with my big sis Itse. I didn’t mind one bit. She was my big sister and my mum. Where she was, was home.

I was 13 when uncle Jeff her husband, your father came to my room for the first time. That day it was raining and he said sis Itse said I was afraid of thunders. He came to see to it I wasn’t scared.

He held me and started telling me a story. I noticed his hands were moving up and down my arm, it was a calming feeling, I liked it. I dozed to awaken to his arms caressing the flesh in between my legs. It was a sweet feeling but I knew it was wrong.

I asked him to stop. Writhing and moaning but saying no. I was powerless to the feeling his touch evoked even though my mind knew it was wrong. I tried to get away from him but he held me with strong hands. He kept on whispering to me how beautiful I was, how I was the one controlling him, how he would die if he doesn’t touch me, how it would feel better than this in a minute. With experienced fingers he stroked till I came.

I wished he stopped there that night, but he didn’t. He said that was for me and now he wanted to take for himself. He inserted his thing into my mouth and asked me to suck, told me to imagine it was lollipop. I bit him and he hit me hard across the face. A sharp pain in between my legs ushered me to consciousness. Uncle had put his thing inside me and was grunting like a pig.
When he was done he left the room. I cried myself to sleep. Aunty Itse checks on me at night and wakes me up in the morning. This night she didn’t come. She will come in the morning I told myself. When she didn’t show the next morning I knew she knew and did nothing to help me. She will help me next time I told myself.

Three weeks later sis Itse travelled. That day uncle Jeff brought porn. He made me watch and imitate positions he fancied. He touched me till he found out what I liked. For the entire weekend we feasted on each other.I mastered his body and he mastered mine.

After that day it just was. I tried sleeping with other people but he is my best. I have lost love one time too many because I cannot imagine getting married and doing this.I have killed innocent babies, my own sweet but tainted children. Tainted by the evil that is your father. I have tried to kill myself and still here I am.

Funny thing though your mum still feigns ignorance. I am your dad’s PA, i go on business trips with him and we book the same room. I have deliberately left hotel room receipts and she still feign ignorance. I have forgotten my underwear in their room a lot of times and still not a peep. I am her sister, I am her daughter and she destroyed me to keep being married to this monster. He must good at something.

So judge me. Carry out the verdict of your rage. But remember the reason you have parents is because I am yet to carry out the verdict of my rage. But before you do anything your father owes me a climax.

I dragged uncle Jeff inside my room and made him grunt and scream. Oh yes I screamed as well.

Divepen1:
Stolen bread is sweet.



Please change 'am' to I'm

done...thanks

Poison, Poisoned by one bite. I said no I wasn't ready for this I mean these
But her sweet enchanted voice like the sound of music kept playing in my heart long hours after she left, left for a while.
oh was this rhythm bliss like the strings of a guitar at night.
My heart, wanting to dance in its most capable strength and my mind saying no i have no dance steps to this rhythm
It was like a war between England and Germany fiercely exchanging in a gun battle and Arsenal.

Then she kissed me softly on my lips, ignoring my words...I have a girlfriend and I love her . Here I was Putting up a defensive figure like I didn't care, reminding me of the walls of Jericho unfortunately they fell down flat.

She looked like a goddess, I might be exaggerating with that but she wasn't short of the look of a princess. Seductively dressed, her skirt very far away from her knees, her hair nicely done with the touch of red lips that she left on mine, kept me wanting more like Oliver Twist.

I knew this was wrong but yet it felt so right even when I knew in a short time it would come to light. Sigh...somewhere in my head I knew I was giving a foothold and she wouldn't be nice enough not take it. Ears need not hear this but at this moment I couldn't tell if it mattered.

Sigh...I love my babe, don't get it twisted but this bite from the forbidden tree makes me want more than just a bite, but to eat from it and be satisfied. Am here struggling so hard trying to separate what I want from what I need, separating emotions from feelings, love from lust. Right now the state at which I am in, i can't possibly say no to the strange woman, I mean the princess. I actually enjoy this taste but for how long would I? I literally feel intoxicated and drawn into another world and I feel lost and maybe poisoned. Poisoned by that one kiss. Stolen water is sweet but nobody mentioned that it kills. Am aware she's going to ruin me because people like her don't have interiors only decorations.

I'm at a state where I cannot save myself, it's obvious I need help. I already have gold and am yet in search of bronze. I told her I would always love her, never cheat but be faithful and loyal. Told her she's my one and only and now my actions are all folly. Who would save me. I want to be saved but don't know how.

Poison, poisoned by one bite but now I want it all, save me...please.

I am the eater of your lies, you know nothing of my existence but I am there to feed on your secrets and lies and feel them settle in my rotund belly.

I was there when you started having sex with your wife’s 16 year old sister, feeding her with all kinds of material gifts to keep her quiet.

Did you not feed me that tasty secret of your five abortions which rendered you unable to have a child and still you make me gorge on the lies you tell your husband as you create a fake medical report stating you fit and fertile.

I swallowed the lie of your livelihood when you told your family that you had a job in a bank, they had no idea that you were one of the children of the night, selling your young, nubile body to the highest bidder.

I crunched the bones of the secret you kept when you got married but still kept on deceiving that lady who stayed with you for five years, that was a very tasty meal.

The soup of lies you made for me was one of the best I had ever had when you beat your wife to death and claimed that she died from a fall down the staircase.

Your lies are the reason I exist, so have your secrets, keep your lies, they are the reason I exist.

But beware, as I swallow more and more of your secrets, I would have to vomit some of them to take in more, so your lies and secrets are just a temporary visitor in my ever hungry belly.