What started as a blissful matrimony spiced with glee, bliss and ecstasy soon morphed into a bitter tale of hate, betrayal and denial.  

Funke was my incredibly beautiful wife of eight years. Tall, smartly carved with twin mammaries that caught my phallic fantasies in perpetual ecstasies, was a lover, friend and sister.

 I had met her through a mutual acquaintance, Sola in one of our church singles program. She was deeply effacing, charming and churchy.

Her spirituality, combined with her spiritual vivacity caught my roving attention all through. I drew closer, and with time, initiated a friendship that would eventually morph into courtship, then marriage.

   Funke was by no means flirtatious or sexually incontinent. As a matter of fact, I met Funke a virgin, unsullied and untainted.

Our wedding night was one of glory and blissful stories. I had kissed Funke gently, guiding her through the intricacies of lovemaking. Her reluctance, reticence and sheer diffidence showed that she was not the type exposed to the sexual.

My kisses gently morphed into caresses as I carefully exposed her heaving breasts which i sucked thoroughly. Through moans and sighs, she let out gasps of satisfaction.

Not again.

Lies.

From the format, you'd see that Op is a glorified fiction writer.

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Fiction

good story teller