How I Slept With My Husband A Night Before Our Wedding.~ a woman's confession

Where do broken hearts go? I don't know either, but I'm sure my heart was no longer with me when he broke off our relationship of 2years. He told me he will love me, care for me and always be by my side, I didn't believe him considering all I went through in my last relationships. I gave it time, he gave it his all and I couldn't help but fall in love with him. Few months down the line the fights began, he wanted what I couldn't give. I'm a lady who's walked this earth for 29years and still a virgin, with the promise to loose it on my wedding night to my husband and only to my husband, but in this our generation, s*x has become more important that our verbal communication, companionship and friendship. It has always been a problem in all my relationships because they all want what I couldn't give, I could be loyal, be your wife material, your everything, clean and cook for you, pamper and cuddle you, respect and support you, beautiful and smart, "a spec", but I could never have s*x with you, they say they are attracted to me and can't control it and so we avoid each other. The same happened with me and him and he first started avoiding me even when I ask to visit him he will refuse saying that I'm coming to frustrate him, and so I waited for it, and it came to pass. He called me out one day to a beautiful bar, and when I arrived, he asked me to make my order which I did and as I ate, he told me how he love me, and how he would move the mountains for me but he can't stay without s*x saying he is sexually active and wouldn't want to cheat on me, and he proposed we have it once in awhile. The look on my face gave him the answer he dreaded and when I spoke he already knew what I was going to say, I told him the same thing I've been saying "No S*x". He got mad and finally he said he can't continue dating me. I left to my house heartbroken�. I swear I didn't want to cry but I did, lost myself for a period of two weeks and picked myself up again and moved on. Life goes on they say, mine did but without my heart ❤️. I was a shadow of myself for some time typically believing that I would never find that "man", who will fulfil my dreams. Few months after, I went to a radio station to inquire about advert placement for the firm I work for and there, was this guy who was also there for the same reason except it's for his establishment. He looked at me and I gave him a dry smile and then I greeted him, "Good morning", he responded "morning dear" with a smile on his face, that look that makes you think you have a wardrobe malfunction. His eyes made me uncomfortable and I became uneasy, because I couldn't place my hand on what was wrong with my outlook at that moment, my confidence was gone, I couldn't even remember what I was wearing or my hairstyle. The image I saw in the mirror before I left the house totally eluded my memory and I moved away from him to another place while searching for a reflection of myself. Luckily I saw a reflective window with less people around, I seized the moment and had a good look at myself, turned round to check my dress if it was torn or something, my clothe and hairstyle was intact and slowly my confidence started returning and I could now make other meaning to his gaze. I'm light skinned, not so light, but I always have a thing for a dark guy, but this guy was a bit fair, though I'm lighter than him. He is tall maybe 6.7 not sure but if you know the Nollywood actor 'Uche Odoputa then you will have an idea of his height. One thing I noticed before I went to the other side was the sleeping hairs on his arms, It was drizzling that morning so I'm sure he got those sprinkles from the rain, the rain water melted his hairs and made beautiful lines like cornrows, it was as if someone took out time and combed those hairs styling it with a styling gel, it was so captivating. I didn't really like hairy guys so I couldn't understand why I was tripping for this one, mind you i have beautiful hairs on my legs so yes it was enough hair experience for me. He was wearing a clean sky blue shirt, with the sleeves folded to the elbow, paired with a blue jean and brown sandals, 'hmm', "this one is trouble" I said to myself. I finally snapped myself out of that mood and went back to the place where I met him and by the time I got there, I didn't see him again, I heaved a sigh of relief and walked inside, atleast now I can concentrate.

I finished with my enquires and started heading back to the office, I was almost outside the gate when the security man called me and when I turned to look he pointed at him and said "my oga wan see you", "oh my God!" I murmured, "Him again"?, Then I asked, "Hey, you are still around?", He nodded with a smile, "what's with him and smiling?", I said between clenched teeth. He told me he was done but waiting for me, he only got carried away when he went up to greet someone only to look up and sighted me and he called out the security to help call on me. Long story short he offered to drop me at my destination and I accepted, while we were driving I took my time to pay attention to his hairs again, but this time I was in control. He dropped me off, we exchanged numbers and he drove off.

Just like that we became best of friends, hanging out, talking late nights and enjoying each other's company whenever we meet. I can really say it was going well. He is a very busy man and always travels so I didn't get to visit his house, so one of the weekends he was around he invited me over and my heart started beating, we've come to the end of the beginning and I was afraid of loosing him, so a night to the day I will go I lied to him that I was on my period if he would want me to still come over, he said "sure", "why not?", So he sent me money and asked me to buy foodstuff so that I can make what we would eat for the weekend. The next day I finished in my own house rushed to the market bought things for soup and stew and went to his place, we ate and played video games, we did alot of things together and when it was time to sleep, he cuddled me like a baby and slept. The next day being Saturday, I woke up, washed his clothes, cooked and arranged the house the little way I can, he helped too. As we watched movies laying side-by-side he started touching me, I rushed and stood up and I thought it wise to tell him the truth now. After narrating to him everything he needs to know he hugged me and told me it was OK and that he is fine if I'm not getting it somewhere else. I know what you are thinking right now, I hit the jackpot right?, Well you are not far from the truth, I really hit the jackpot, "Yes"! My heart jumped with excitement and my joy could not be measured, he has to be the 'one'.
I visited him in his house regularly after the last time, and we had such an amazing time together without having s*x. Few weeks more he asked me to marry him and asked me to call my parents and demand what it will take him to come and collect my bride list, I called, and my parents gave me all the details which I related to him and he in turn called his people and told them of his intentions to marry me.

They came that day, five of them, his uncle, sister, friend, aunt and himself. They came to perform the initial rights on my head, called the 'Iku aka', in Igbo, 'the knocking' in English, which means the introduction, where the boy declares his intention to marry a girl. But in my case they did both the Iku aka and collecting of bride list. His immediate family is based in the UK except for two of his sisters that lives here in Nigeria with their husbands. So our traditional marriage was scheduled two months away from the introduction day, while the church wedding was one week after. The family having stayed too long overseas decided to return and also plan for a get-together for their community.

We started making arrangements towards our wedding, the traditional marriage will hold in my family compound while the church wedding reception will hold in his family house in the village. We come from the same state but two different LGA who are neighbors.

The traditional marriage came and it was a success and I traveled to his place afterwards to put things in place for my church wedding. Did I mention that his mom and my mom went to the same secondary school?, Oh yes they did, and when they saw each other, it was like our families were destined to meet. My mother inlaw was so fond of me to the extent that I started avoiding her, please don't get me wrong it's a fun kind of avoiding her, ofcourse I love her attention, you needed to see the gifts she brought for me, the clothes, lovely dresses, 'hmm'.... I love her too.

My girlfriends who were to be my bridesmaid were coming in on friday, so I sent my younger brother who traveled with me to my husband's village to go and bring the girls to the hotel rooms which I paid for, since I would be too busy to do that myself. That Friday was the family's get-together and a big cow has been slaughtered, plenty plantain, I mean plenty plantain has been peeled for roasting, and women are cooking delicious meals for the night, everybody is getting ready it was like the get-together was more important than the wedding. I and my girls rushed our food and dressed up for the bridal shower pictures, after that we dressed up nicely again and headed to the family house. I told my girls to dress beautiful as my husband's friends are going to be there and most of them are single, so it's a nice time to sell their market, lol. I was wearing a yellow woolen skirt, not too short, and a corresponding woolen crop-top infact the clothes complimented my delicate figure and light skin, not to mention the brown adidas sandals that I wore that blessed my legs and made the hairs on my legs lay gently in admiration of me. Remember I just finished with photoshoot so I had a beautiful makeup on and hair on-point �. My girls didn't look bad at all, they looked ravishing in their own way. So I called my brother who came with a sienna bus to pick us up, when we got there, the first person I saw was my mother in-law, who on seeing me hugged me tightly and said "you look very sweet my dear" (in British accent) "and this clothe looked even way better on you than the model, I'm definitely going to get you more dresses", " by the way, why are you coming now"? I told her I was delayed because of the photoshoot and she nodded, hugged me again and said "I love you dear" I replied "I love you too mama". We went into the compound to the arena, (that's where the occasion is happening) it's called the arena because it's big, like a mini stadium), my husband's family have money so their house is built to contain any kind of occasion or event. Big house, big compound, big everything. So as we stepped in I sighted my husband sitting with a friend who I haven't met before and the friend motioned me to come closer, when I got there he started hitting on me, he had no idea I was the bride to be, so my husband stayed calm while I played along with him, he asked for my number and I told him to get permission from his friend who happens to be my husband and when he turned to his friend and asked "guy sup"? My husband laughed and asked him "I thought you came for my wedding"? And the friend responded "yes?", "Then why are you shooting your shot at my wife"? He went cold and started laughing after, he apologized and I advised him to focus his gaze on my girlfriends.

The party was almost over when my husband called me to the room to talk, when we got there, he started kissing me and dragging his hands all over my body, I tried stopping him and he said he has been looking at me since this evening and couldn't take his eyes off me, telling me I looked so beautiful like all this foreign celebrities like Kylie Jenner, the Kardashians too. He stopped midway and said it's just tomorrow and it will be over, so we sat down and started discussing the next day event and the things we've put in place. It was as if something came over me and I didn't know what it was, but it felt good and I didn't try to stop it. I drew my husband closer to me and started kissing him, I took his hands up to my breast and he hesitated before tightening his palm on it, I pressed myself further into his arms and he tried to resits me but his desire for me was also strong and he let go of his mind and grabbed me, kissed me passionately then pulled my top up and helped me out of it, he unhooked my bra and locked his lips on my nipple taking turns at each of them, you could tell he has been hungry for it, my mind could not contain this torture so I stood up from the bed and removed my skirt and undies, laid on the bed and my husband knew what he was supposed to do, he came close to me kissed my temple and said in a low tune "you will be alright", I felt my heart beat so fast like it wants to stop, it was like I was going to die from excitement, I've never felt like that before, that feeling in your throat that seems like you have air yet it feels like solid choking you, now I understand the true meaning of the saying 'take my breath away', at that moment I wasn't breathing but I didn't care, this man here loves me and I love him too and he is going to make me feel like a woman tonight. I pulled my head up a little and met his lips with mine, he kissed me all over, touching everywhere and I melted under his touch.
Within few minutes it was gone, my virginity was gone and it was not even my wedding night, all the heartbreaks, the pain I went through to still loose it before my wedding. It was mixed feelings after, I had a flashback on all the men that broke my heart for this, maybe if I had giving in I would have been married before now or maybe not, who knows.

After my husband dropped me off in the hotel and went back to the house, and as I lay down in my bed I felt empty, something was missing, something wasn't right, I stared at my wedding dress and tears came down my eyes, did I do the right thing?, I was supposed to wear that dress unsullied, undefiled, now I'm feeling ashamed of wearing it, like I don't deserve it again.

Please don't judge me, I just need some words from you to make me feel better, to make me feel fulfilled.

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He is your husband by tradition. White wedding is just formality. So don't feel bad about it.

InfernoNig:
He is your husband by tradition. White wedding is just formality. So don't feel bad about it.

she made a strong decision maybe even took an oath for it.

Carolina101:
she made a strong decision maybe even took an oath for it.

Hmmm. In other words she placed white wedding above traditional in Africa.

Orishirishi!

I understand that feeling but it's just your mind playing games with you, your husband has performed every right a responsible man should do, besides you were not forced and you allowed it because you felt he deserved it, don't feel ashamed, you should feel excited for your day and blissful future..

With all these ur write up... Are u sure ur husband met u as a virgin... Abi Na bicycle riding take ur virginity cos ladies can be tricky when talking about how they were disflowered.

Carolina101:
How I Slept With My Husband A Night Before Our Wedding.~ a woman's confession

Where do broken hearts go? I don't know either, but I'm sure my heart was no longer with me when he broke off our relationship of 2years. He told me he will love me, care for me and always be by my side, I didn't believe him considering all I went through in my last relationships. I gave it time, he gave it his all and I couldn't help but fall in love with him. Few months down the line the fights began, he wanted what I couldn't give. I'm a lady who's walked this earth for 29years and still a virgin, with the promise to loose it on my wedding night to my husband and only to my husband, but in this our generation, s*x has become more important that our verbal communication, companionship and friendship. It has always been a problem in all my relationships because they all want what I couldn't give, I could be loyal, be your wife material, your everything, clean and cook for you, pamper and cuddle you, respect and support you, beautiful and smart, "a spec", but I could never have s*x with you, they say they are attracted to me and can't control it and so we avoid each other. The same happened with me and him and he first started avoiding me even when I ask to visit him he will refuse saying that I'm coming to frustrate him, and so I waited for it, and it came to pass. He called me out one day to a beautiful bar, and when I arrived, he asked me to make my order which I did and as I ate, he told me how he love me, and how he would move the mountains for me but he can't stay without s*x saying he is sexually active and wouldn't want to cheat on me, and he proposed we have it once in awhile. The look on my face gave him the answer he dreaded and when I spoke he already knew what I was going to say, I told him the same thing I've been saying "No S*x". He got mad and finally he said he can't continue dating me. I left to my house heartbroken�. I swear I didn't want to cry but I did, lost myself for a period of two weeks and picked myself up again and moved on. Life goes on they say, mine did but without my heart ❤️. I was a shadow of myself for some time typically believing that I would never find that "man", who will fulfil my dreams. Few months after, I went to a radio station to inquire about advert placement for the firm I work for and there, was this guy who was also there for the same reason except it's for his establishment. He looked at me and I gave him a dry smile and then I greeted him, "Good morning", he responded "morning dear" with a smile on his face, that look that makes you think you have a wardrobe malfunction. His eyes made me uncomfortable and I became uneasy, because I couldn't place my hand on what was wrong with my outlook at that moment, my confidence was gone, I couldn't even remember what I was wearing or my hairstyle. The image I saw in the mirror before I left the house totally eluded my memory and I moved away from him to another place while searching for a reflection of myself. Luckily I saw a reflective window with less people around, I seized the moment and had a good look at myself, turned round to check my dress if it was torn or something, my clothe and hairstyle was intact and slowly my confidence started returning and I could now make other meaning to his gaze. I'm light skinned, not so light, but I always have a thing for a dark guy, but this guy was a bit fair, though I'm lighter than him. He is tall maybe 6.7 not sure but if you know the Nollywood actor 'Uche Odoputa then you will have an idea of his height. One thing I noticed before I went to the other side was the sleeping hairs on his arms, It was drizzling that morning so I'm sure he got those sprinkles from the rain, the rain water melted his hairs and made beautiful lines like cornrows, it was as if someone took out time and combed those hairs styling it with a styling gel, it was so captivating. I didn't really like hairy guys so I couldn't understand why I was tripping for this one, mind you i have beautiful hairs on my legs so yes it was enough hair experience for me. He was wearing a clean sky blue shirt, with the sleeves folded to the elbow, paired with a blue jean and brown sandals, 'hmm', "this one is trouble" I said to myself. I finally snapped myself out of that mood and went back to the place where I met him and by the time I got there, I didn't see him again, I heaved a sigh of relief and walked inside, atleast now I can concentrate.

I finished with my enquires and started heading back to the office, I was almost outside the gate when the security man called me and when I turned to look he pointed at him and said "my oga wan see you", "oh my God!" I murmured, "Him again"?, Then I asked, "Hey, you are still around?", He nodded with a smile, "what's with him and smiling?", I said between clenched teeth. He told me he was done but waiting for me, he only got carried away when he went up to greet someone only to look up and sighted me and he called out the security to help call on me. Long story short he offered to drop me at my destination and I accepted, while we were driving I took my time to pay attention to his hairs again, but this time I was in control. He dropped me off, we exchanged numbers and he drove off.

Just like that we became best of friends, hanging out, talking late nights and enjoying each other's company whenever we meet. I can really say it was going well. He is a very busy man and always travels so I didn't get to visit his house, so one of the weekends he was around he invited me over and my heart started beating, we've come to the end of the beginning and I was afraid of loosing him, so a night to the day I will go I lied to him that I was on my period if he would want me to still come over, he said "sure", "why not?", So he sent me money and asked me to buy foodstuff so that I can make what we would eat for the weekend. The next day I finished in my own house rushed to the market bought things for soup and stew and went to his place, we ate and played video games, we did alot of things together and when it was time to sleep, he cuddled me like a baby and slept. The next day being Saturday, I woke up, washed his clothes, cooked and arranged the house the little way I can, he helped too. As we watched movies laying side-by-side he started touching me, I rushed and stood up and I thought it wise to tell him the truth now. After narrating to him everything he needs to know he hugged me and told me it was OK and that he is fine if I'm not getting it somewhere else. I know what you are thinking right now, I hit the jackpot right?, Well you are not far from the truth, I really hit the jackpot, "Yes"! My heart jumped with excitement and my joy could not be measured, he has to be the 'one'.
I visited him in his house regularly after the last time, and we had such an amazing time together without having s*x. Few weeks more he asked me to marry him and asked me to call my parents and demand what it will take him to come and collect my bride list, I called, and my parents gave me all the details which I related to him and he in turn called his people and told them of his intentions to marry me.

They came that day, five of them, his uncle, sister, friend, aunt and himself. They came to perform the initial rights on my head, called the 'Iku aka', in Igbo, 'the knocking' in English, which means the introduction, where the boy declares his intention to marry a girl. But in my case they did both the Iku aka and collecting of bride list. His immediate family is based in the UK except for two of his sisters that lives here in Nigeria with their husbands. So our traditional marriage was scheduled two months away from the introduction day, while the church wedding was one week after. The family having stayed too long overseas decided to return and also plan for a get-together for their community.

We started making arrangements towards our wedding, the traditional marriage will hold in my family compound while the church wedding reception will hold in his family house in the village. We come from the same state but two different LGA who are neighbors.

The traditional marriage came and it was a success and I traveled to his place afterwards to put things in place for my church wedding. Did I mention that his mom and my mom went to the same secondary school?, Oh yes they did, and when they saw each other, it was like our families were destined to meet. My mother inlaw was so fond of me to the extent that I started avoiding her, please don't get me wrong it's a fun kind of avoiding her, ofcourse I love her attention, you needed to see the gifts she brought for me, the clothes, lovely dresses, 'hmm'.... I love her too.

My girlfriends who were to be my bridesmaid were coming in on friday, so I sent my younger brother who traveled with me to my husband's village to go and bring the girls to the hotel rooms which I paid for, since I would be too busy to do that myself. That Friday was the family's get-together and a big cow has been slaughtered, plenty plantain, I mean plenty plantain has been peeled for roasting, and women are cooking delicious meals for the night, everybody is getting ready it was like the get-together was more important than the wedding. I and my girls rushed our food and dressed up for the bridal shower pictures, after that we dressed up nicely again and headed to the family house. I told my girls to dress beautiful as my husband's friends are going to be there and most of them are single, so it's a nice time to sell their market, lol. I was wearing a yellow woolen skirt, not too short, and a corresponding woolen crop-top infact the clothes complimented my delicate figure and light skin, not to mention the brown adidas sandals that I wore that blessed my legs and made the hairs on my legs lay gently in admiration of me. Remember I just finished with photoshoot so I had a beautiful makeup on and hair on-point �. My girls didn't look bad at all, they looked ravishing in their own way. So I called my brother who came with a sienna bus to pick us up, when we got there, the first person I saw was my mother in-law, who on seeing me hugged me tightly and said "you look very sweet my dear" (in British accent) "and this clothe looked even way better on you than the model, I'm definitely going to get you more dresses", " by the way, why are you coming now"? I told her I was delayed because of the photoshoot and she nodded, hugged me again and said "I love you dear" I replied "I love you too mama". We went into the compound to the arena, (that's where the occasion is happening) it's called the arena because it's big, like a mini stadium), my husband's family have money so their house is built to contain any kind of occasion or event. Big house, big compound, big everything. So as we stepped in I sighted my husband sitting with a friend who I haven't met before and the friend motioned me to come closer, when I got there he started hitting on me, he had no idea I was the bride to be, so my husband stayed calm while I played along with him, he asked for my number and I told him to get permission from his friend who happens to be my husband and when he turned to his friend and asked "guy sup"? My husband laughed and asked him "I thought you came for my wedding"? And the friend responded "yes?", "Then why are you shooting your shot at my wife"? He went cold and started laughing after, he apologized and I advised him to focus his gaze on my girlfriends.

The party was almost over when my husband called me to the room to talk, when we got there, he started kissing me and dragging his hands all over my body, I tried stopping him and he said he has been looking at me since this evening and couldn't take his eyes off me, telling me I looked so beautiful like all this foreign celebrities like Kylie Jenner, the Kardashians too. He stopped midway and said it's just tomorrow and it will be over, so we sat down and started discussing the next day event and the things we've put in place. It was as if something came over me and I didn't know what it was, but it felt good and I didn't try to stop it. I drew my husband closer to me and started kissing him, I took his hands up to my breast and he hesitated before tightening his palm on it, I pressed myself further into his arms and he tried to resits me but his desire for me was also strong and he let go of his mind and grabbed me, kissed me passionately then pulled my top up and helped me out of it, he unhooked my bra and locked his lips on my nipple taking turns at each of them, you could tell he has been hungry for it, my mind could not contain this torture so I stood up from the bed and removed my skirt and undies, laid on the bed and my husband knew what he was supposed to do, he came close to me kissed my temple and said in a low tune "you will be alright", I felt my heart beat so fast like it wants to stop, it was like I was going to die from excitement, I've never felt like that before, that feeling in your throat that seems like you have air yet it feels like solid choking you, now I understand the true meaning of the saying 'take my breath away', at that moment I wasn't breathing but I didn't care, this man here loves me and I love him too and he is going to make me feel like a woman tonight. I pulled my head up a little and met his lips with mine, he kissed me all over, touching everywhere and I melted under his touch.
Within few minutes it was gone, my virginity was gone and it was not even my wedding night, all the heartbreaks, the pain I went through to still loose it before my wedding. It was mixed feelings after, I had a flashback on all the men that broke my heart for this, maybe if I had giving in I would have been married before now or maybe not, who knows.

After my husband dropped me off in the hotel and went back to the house, and as I lay down in my bed I felt empty, something was missing, something wasn't right, I stared at my wedding dress and tears came down my eyes, did I do the right thing?, I was supposed to wear that dress unsullied, undefiled, now I'm feeling ashamed of wearing it, like I don't deserve it again.

Please don't judge me, I just need some words from you to make me feel better, to make me feel fulfilled.

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Man/ Woman proposes but God our creator disposes. You did nothing wrong as long as you lost your chastity to the love of your life. I wish you best of luck in your marriage.

Ritzybeauty:
I understand that feeling but it's just your mind playing games with you, your husband has performed every right a responsible man should do, besides you were not forced and you allowed it because you felt he deserved it, don't feel ashamed, you should feel excited for your day and blissful future..

thanks I appreciate

musiliyukayode:
Man/ Woman proposes but God our creator disposes. You did nothing wrong as long as you lost your chastity to the love of your life. I wish you best of luck in your marriage.

thanks alot

Who wants to be a student again?
Here's a fiction for you!

musiliyukayode:
Man/ Woman proposes but God our creator disposes. You did nothing wrong as long as you lost your chastity to the love of your life. I wish you best of luck in your marriage.

thanks alot

habsydiamond:
With all these ur write up... Are u sure ur husband met u as a virgin... Abi Na bicycle riding take ur virginity cos ladies can be tricky when talking about how they were disflowered.

na virgin e talk no be saint

This story too long... Haba.

musiliyukayode:
Man/ Woman proposes but God our creator disposes. You did nothing wrong as long as you lost your chastity to the love of your life. I wish you best of luck in your marriage.

Must you quote the whole story? Borrow sense abeg.

I'm pretty sure you can summarise this in one paragraph.. but then again I suspect this is a fake stop story or you're an aspiring writer or you stole this from somewhere ??

musiliyukayode:
Man/ Woman proposes but God our creator disposes. You did nothing wrong as long as you lost your chastity to the love of your life. I wish you best of luck in your marriage.

How could you quote such long epistle? You deserve flogging, but I forgive you. Don't do that again o

SUMMARY, pls!

SimplyFacts:
SUMMARY, pls!

She dey keep virginity 4 wedding night, Dem do traditional marriage successful but a day before wedding conji hold them nai the husband burst the kponyor o, banny come dey feel bad

Na king's goat chop the king's yam. E no suppose reach worrying level nah. Not even now that white handkerchiefs are no longer in use .

Ficient:

She dey keep virginity 4 wedding night, Dem do traditional marriage successful but a day before wedding conji hold them nai the husband burst the kponyor o, banny come dey feel bad

Thanks for the summary.

Carolina101:
she made a strong decision maybe even took an oath for it.

Forget about strong decision jare. Virginity is kept as a gift of honour to your husband (to avoid some wankyn looks & talks ) & also a sign of dignity on lady's part. I can bet my balls that God is pleased with her & the nut cracker.

Carolina101:
How I Slept With My Husband A Night Before Our Wedding.~ a woman's confession

Where do broken hearts go? I don't know either, but I'm sure my heart was no longer with me when he broke off our relationship of 2years. He told me he will love me, care for me and always be by my side, I didn't believe him considering all I went through in my last relationships. I gave it time, he gave it his all and I couldn't help but fall in love with him. Few months down the line the fights began, he wanted what I couldn't give. I'm a lady who's walked this earth for 29years and still a virgin, with the promise to loose it on my wedding night to my husband and only to my husband, but in this our generation, s*x has become more important that our verbal communication, companionship and friendship. It has always been a problem in all my relationships because they all want what I couldn't give, I could be loyal, be your wife material, your everything, clean and cook for you, pamper and cuddle you, respect and support you, beautiful and smart, "a spec", but I could never have s*x with you, they say they are attracted to me and can't control it and so we avoid each other. The same happened with me and him and he first started avoiding me even when I ask to visit him he will refuse saying that I'm coming to frustrate him, and so I waited for it, and it came to pass. He called me out one day to a beautiful bar, and when I arrived, he asked me to make my order which I did and as I ate, he told me how he love me, and how he would move the mountains for me but he can't stay without s*x saying he is sexually active and wouldn't want to cheat on me, and he proposed we have it once in awhile. The look on my face gave him the answer he dreaded and when I spoke he already knew what I was going to say, I told him the same thing I've been saying "No S*x". He got mad and finally he said he can't continue dating me. I left to my house heartbroken�. I swear I didn't want to cry but I did, lost myself for a period of two weeks and picked myself up again and moved on. Life goes on they say, mine did but without my heart ❤️. I was a shadow of myself for some time typically believing that I would never find that "man", who will fulfil my dreams. Few months after, I went to a radio station to inquire about advert placement for the firm I work for and there, was this guy who was also there for the same reason except it's for his establishment. He looked at me and I gave him a dry smile and then I greeted him, "Good morning", he responded "morning dear" with a smile on his face, that look that makes you think you have a wardrobe malfunction. His eyes made me uncomfortable and I became uneasy, because I couldn't place my hand on what was wrong with my outlook at that moment, my confidence was gone, I couldn't even remember what I was wearing or my hairstyle. The image I saw in the mirror before I left the house totally eluded my memory and I moved away from him to another place while searching for a reflection of myself. Luckily I saw a reflective window with less people around, I seized the moment and had a good look at myself, turned round to check my dress if it was torn or something, my clothe and hairstyle was intact and slowly my confidence started returning and I could now make other meaning to his gaze. I'm light skinned, not so light, but I always have a thing for a dark guy, but this guy was a bit fair, though I'm lighter than him. He is tall maybe 6.7 not sure but if you know the Nollywood actor 'Uche Odoputa then you will have an idea of his height. One thing I noticed before I went to the other side was the sleeping hairs on his arms, It was drizzling that morning so I'm sure he got those sprinkles from the rain, the rain water melted his hairs and made beautiful lines like cornrows, it was as if someone took out time and combed those hairs styling it with a styling gel, it was so captivating. I didn't really like hairy guys so I couldn't understand why I was tripping for this one, mind you i have beautiful hairs on my legs so yes it was enough hair experience for me. He was wearing a clean sky blue shirt, with the sleeves folded to the elbow, paired with a blue jean and brown sandals, 'hmm', "this one is trouble" I said to myself. I finally snapped myself out of that mood and went back to the place where I met him and by the time I got there, I didn't see him again, I heaved a sigh of relief and walked inside, atleast now I can concentrate.

I finished with my enquires and started heading back to the office, I was almost outside the gate when the security man called me and when I turned to look he pointed at him and said "my oga wan see you", "oh my God!" I murmured, "Him again"?, Then I asked, "Hey, you are still around?", He nodded with a smile, "what's with him and smiling?", I said between clenched teeth. He told me he was done but waiting for me, he only got carried away when he went up to greet someone only to look up and sighted me and he called out the security to help call on me. Long story short he offered to drop me at my destination and I accepted, while we were driving I took my time to pay attention to his hairs again, but this time I was in control. He dropped me off, we exchanged numbers and he drove off.

Just like that we became best of friends, hanging out, talking late nights and enjoying each other's company whenever we meet. I can really say it was going well. He is a very busy man and always travels so I didn't get to visit his house, so one of the weekends he was around he invited me over and my heart started beating, we've come to the end of the beginning and I was afraid of loosing him, so a night to the day I will go I lied to him that I was on my period if he would want me to still come over, he said "sure", "why not?", So he sent me money and asked me to buy foodstuff so that I can make what we would eat for the weekend. The next day I finished in my own house rushed to the market bought things for soup and stew and went to his place, we ate and played video games, we did alot of things together and when it was time to sleep, he cuddled me like a baby and slept. The next day being Saturday, I woke up, washed his clothes, cooked and arranged the house the little way I can, he helped too. As we watched movies laying side-by-side he started touching me, I rushed and stood up and I thought it wise to tell him the truth now. After narrating to him everything he needs to know he hugged me and told me it was OK and that he is fine if I'm not getting it somewhere else. I know what you are thinking right now, I hit the jackpot right?, Well you are not far from the truth, I really hit the jackpot, "Yes"! My heart jumped with excitement and my joy could not be measured, he has to be the 'one'.
I visited him in his house regularly after the last time, and we had such an amazing time together without having s*x. Few weeks more he asked me to marry him and asked me to call my parents and demand what it will take him to come and collect my bride list, I called, and my parents gave me all the details which I related to him and he in turn called his people and told them of his intentions to marry me.

They came that day, five of them, his uncle, sister, friend, aunt and himself. They came to perform the initial rights on my head, called the 'Iku aka', in Igbo, 'the knocking' in English, which means the introduction, where the boy declares his intention to marry a girl. But in my case they did both the Iku aka and collecting of bride list. His immediate family is based in the UK except for two of his sisters that lives here in Nigeria with their husbands. So our traditional marriage was scheduled two months away from the introduction day, while the church wedding was one week after. The family having stayed too long overseas decided to return and also plan for a get-together for their community.

We started making arrangements towards our wedding, the traditional marriage will hold in my family compound while the church wedding reception will hold in his family house in the village. We come from the same state but two different LGA who are neighbors.

The traditional marriage came and it was a success and I traveled to his place afterwards to put things in place for my church wedding. Did I mention that his mom and my mom went to the same secondary school?, Oh yes they did, and when they saw each other, it was like our families were destined to meet. My mother inlaw was so fond of me to the extent that I started avoiding her, please don't get me wrong it's a fun kind of avoiding her, ofcourse I love her attention, you needed to see the gifts she brought for me, the clothes, lovely dresses, 'hmm'.... I love her too.

My girlfriends who were to be my bridesmaid were coming in on friday, so I sent my younger brother who traveled with me to my husband's village to go and bring the girls to the hotel rooms which I paid for, since I would be too busy to do that myself. That Friday was the family's get-together and a big cow has been slaughtered, plenty plantain, I mean plenty plantain has been peeled for roasting, and women are cooking delicious meals for the night, everybody is getting ready it was like the get-together was more important than the wedding. I and my girls rushed our food and dressed up for the bridal shower pictures, after that we dressed up nicely again and headed to the family house. I told my girls to dress beautiful as my husband's friends are going to be there and most of them are single, so it's a nice time to sell their market, lol. I was wearing a yellow woolen skirt, not too short, and a corresponding woolen crop-top infact the clothes complimented my delicate figure and light skin, not to mention the brown adidas sandals that I wore that blessed my legs and made the hairs on my legs lay gently in admiration of me. Remember I just finished with photoshoot so I had a beautiful makeup on and hair on-point �. My girls didn't look bad at all, they looked ravishing in their own way. So I called my brother who came with a sienna bus to pick us up, when we got there, the first person I saw was my mother in-law, who on seeing me hugged me tightly and said "you look very sweet my dear" (in British accent) "and this clothe looked even way better on you than the model, I'm definitely going to get you more dresses", " by the way, why are you coming now"? I told her I was delayed because of the photoshoot and she nodded, hugged me again and said "I love you dear" I replied "I love you too mama". We went into the compound to the arena, (that's where the occasion is happening) it's called the arena because it's big, like a mini stadium), my husband's family have money so their house is built to contain any kind of occasion or event. Big house, big compound, big everything. So as we stepped in I sighted my husband sitting with a friend who I haven't met before and the friend motioned me to come closer, when I got there he started hitting on me, he had no idea I was the bride to be, so my husband stayed calm while I played along with him, he asked for my number and I told him to get permission from his friend who happens to be my husband and when he turned to his friend and asked "guy sup"? My husband laughed and asked him "I thought you came for my wedding"? And the friend responded "yes?", "Then why are you shooting your shot at my wife"? He went cold and started laughing after, he apologized and I advised him to focus his gaze on my girlfriends.

The party was almost over when my husband called me to the room to talk, when we got there, he started kissing me and dragging his hands all over my body, I tried stopping him and he said he has been looking at me since this evening and couldn't take his eyes off me, telling me I looked so beautiful like all this foreign celebrities like Kylie Jenner, the Kardashians too. He stopped midway and said it's just tomorrow and it will be over, so we sat down and started discussing the next day event and the things we've put in place. It was as if something came over me and I didn't know what it was, but it felt good and I didn't try to stop it. I drew my husband closer to me and started kissing him, I took his hands up to my breast and he hesitated before tightening his palm on it, I pressed myself further into his arms and he tried to resits me but his desire for me was also strong and he let go of his mind and grabbed me, kissed me passionately then pulled my top up and helped me out of it, he unhooked my bra and locked his lips on my nipple taking turns at each of them, you could tell he has been hungry for it, my mind could not contain this torture so I stood up from the bed and removed my skirt and undies, laid on the bed and my husband knew what he was supposed to do, he came close to me kissed my temple and said in a low tune "you will be alright", I felt my heart beat so fast like it wants to stop, it was like I was going to die from excitement, I've never felt like that before, that feeling in your throat that seems like you have air yet it feels like solid choking you, now I understand the true meaning of the saying 'take my breath away', at that moment I wasn't breathing but I didn't care, this man here loves me and I love him too and he is going to make me feel like a woman tonight. I pulled my head up a little and met his lips with mine, he kissed me all over, touching everywhere and I melted under his touch.
Within few minutes it was gone, my virginity was gone and it was not even my wedding night, all the heartbreaks, the pain I went through to still loose it before my wedding. It was mixed feelings after, I had a flashback on all the men that broke my heart for this, maybe if I had giving in I would have been married before now or maybe not, who knows.

After my husband dropped me off in the hotel and went back to the house, and as I lay down in my bed I felt empty, something was missing, something wasn't right, I stared at my wedding dress and tears came down my eyes, did I do the right thing?, I was supposed to wear that dress unsullied, undefiled, now I'm feeling ashamed of wearing it, like I don't deserve it again.

Please don't judge me, I just need some words from you to make me feel better, to make me feel fulfilled.

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What is this shit?

musiliyukayode:
Man/ Woman proposes but God our creator disposes. You did nothing wrong as long as you lost your chastity to the love of your life. I wish you best of luck in your marriage.

Bros next time no need to quote long thing. Just click reply and type what you need to.

According to our tradition, one is legally married after the traditional marriage... So he is automatically your husband. Don't be too hard on yourself because of one tradition we all seem to embrace from the white people.

You are a strong woman. You should be proud of yourself.

After the traditional tlrites has been done you are LEGALLY MARRIED. White wedding is a ceremony for church goers.