acme6:
E be like say your village people don do meeting on top your head.

How does declaring my feelings for a woman in a coherent and eloquent way have anything to do with the actions of my village people?

Airforce1:
You're attracted to a married woman..

Yes. Just the same way lots of guys are attracted to Beyonce who is also a married woman.

Gofwane:
Mr man, wake up and prepare for work. It is a Monday morning


Amara ko Eba ni

So sleeping people have the ability to type?

I speak the truth and nothing but the truth. I am immensely attracted to Amarabae. My attraction to her is so profound that it's almost impossible to contain. I want to have sex with this gorgeous woman. I don't care if she is married. Something tells me she fancies younger men, evident by the fact she spends a lot of time on romance section in the company of younger men.

There are lots of things I'd want to do to her. I always imagine my lips pressed gently against hers, while our tongues roll off each other in the oasis of our saliva. I imagine abruptly divorcing my lips from our temporary orificial union and deploying them to the skin on her neck; kissing this region slowly and gently in random motion as she gasps in mild gratification.

I imagine the palm of my left hand gripping her perky clad tits, squeezing softly as my other hand makes its journey to the dripping area between her torso. I imagine her body squirm in tepid ecstasy as my middle and fore finger tickle the walls of her vagina, forcing her mucus glands to drench them with vaginal juice.

I imagine her surrendering her body to me to own and to use on the behest of her sexual cravings. I imagine stripping her of her clothes and revealing the appealing fat underneath them. I imagine ripping apart her underwear with my bare hands to unveil the image of her pusssy. I imagine my hands pressed against her throat, choking her gently as my teeth feast on her firm, pointed nippples, biting and chewing at them while she wriggles in euphoric delight.

I imagine her moaning scattered words in Igbo and English, begging for me to get inside her. I imagine hesitating to accept the offer as I haven't finished with her outer parts. I imagine flipping her over to reveal the full shape and texture of her buttocks. I imagine squeezing them against each other aggressively, followed by some spanking as the light skin on her buttocks turns pale red. I imagine driving my palms along the skin on her back, and crawling them along the curves on her waist, culminating in the grasping and further squeezing of her breasts beneath.

I imagine flipping her over once more to do her the favour of attending to her desperate request to be penetrated. I imagine slipping my firm, blood bloated appendage into the openings of her vagina, thrusting violently in forward and backward motion as she screams and growls in complete ecstasy, unwittingly peeling off some skin on my chest and forearms with her long fingernails as her grasp on me becomes tighter and tighter until the gratification consumes her and she falls back on the bed, calm and motionless, paralysed by orgasmic pleasure.

Amarabae this is what I imagine doing to you. And I know you want it. I don't care about the moral implications and I don't care about the potential consequences, as all this pales in comparison to the fulfillment of the pure and deep desire to be with you in a sexual way. It's not my fault that you are this gorgeous and irresistible.