joseph1832:
You didn't make a cover for my collection of poems.

Can you mail me. mrsexplorer21@gmail.com

Ishilove:
Not bad. There's room for improvement but you definitely have something going on. Just work on your punctuation.

This would be better in the Literature section.

I'm seriously jumping around with excitement. Thanks so much for the comment and i would definitely work on my punctuations.

I have a few story in the literature section, could you check them out.

Thanks again

SweetyZinta:




No.3 idi-araba, close to iwo road Niger state

Trying to keep a straight face....,

I fail!

SweetyZinta:
I have ugu, tomatoes and weed farm at my backyard please come there and Hide

pls can i get the address. thank you

Greenback:
Hmmm na wa. U are now a murderer and a fugitive. You oughtta've quit and walked away outta that marriage long ago and find someone else and be at peace buh u chose to stay and now its too late.
Like dear whitney houston..

Nice script tho..
Btw,buhari sef,hehe

i should have thought of that? thanks

generalbush:
Kill yourself and run away

how is that even possible?

VolTOxic:
Someone on the run having the composure to type this?
There's nothing about your post that says you're a killer.

You'd be surprise the kind of composure you can have after you've done something you have no control over or when you are seeking for help

unikdamzel:
What's the title of this movie?

i wish it was a movie

Donpoker9:
Lol i swear you knw hw to write

a new comer will think this is non fiction, buh we know better


well my advice:
kill yourself too

I am actually thinking of that. I still have to think of the best way to do if i finally decide to.

Anoti1:
U re one sick bi**h. No offense.

no offense taken

This is a long story and i am currently on the run. It first started from a strange dream i was having. In the dream, i'm usually sitted on a chair in our bedroom while i watch as my husband engage in sexual activity with another woman. In this dream, my husband and the woman would laugh at me as they do what they are doing but what is worst is i am usually sexually aroused when i wake up and find out that i am always wet after this dream.

Now this is where the twist is. My husband has been impotent for sometime now or so i think, that is, he cannot get it up no matter how hard i stroke and blow, he just cant, keep in mind that we've just being married for 2 years and truth be told the sex has never being really great.

So imagine my surprise when one day i came home to find my husband in our parlour, on the sofa ontop of another woman, his penis as erect as a totem pole, pounding up and down like a faulty molue in a pot hole ridden road, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and stress.

They didn't hear me as i came in and i just felt weak, totally lost as to the best way to react. I slowly sat on the nearest chair to me as my legs couldn't carry me any more, but as i watched the madness going on, i noticed that i was begining to feel aroused, my thighs suddenly felt hot and for a minute it felt like i was enjoying the show.

It is crazy i know but i kept watching and even bent down a little so i wont be seen. Eventually when i've watched enough, i left before i could be seen, tears in my eyes and shocked at this self discovery. That night i locked myself in the bathroom and used my Love Machine, crying my heart out as i reached orgasm.

I did not confront my husband and we lived like everything was normal. Over the next few weeks, i'd tell my husband i was going out then lock myself up in the visitors toilet which is just in our parlour.

I watched as my husband brings different kind of women home and proceeds to have sex with them. He never takes them upstairs to our bedroom and as you might have already known, i never confronted him because i loved the show in a perverted kind of way. I'd peep from a crack in the toilet door and watch, totally aroused and wet. When i hear my husbad moaning, it's like a fire was shot through me and i'd get more aroused and every night i'd lock myself in the bathroom, use my Love Machine and think of what he is doing, always crying as i reach orgasm. It was like a drug.

but everything changed when one day, i locked myself up as usual and lo and behold he came home with one of my friends, i know what you must be thinking, this is nollywood, right? i wish it was.

I initailly thought maybe she came to see me and met my husband on the way but that was not it. They actually proceeded to getting down in a way sex starved teenagers do. She kept saying ''take me upstairs'' and my husband would say ''not yet'' while at the same time attacking one of her breasts with his mouth, his hands moving like a mighty spider inbetween her thighs

I was aroused alright, but it was like getting punched continuously by your favourite celebrity, you are bound to start getting angry and i boiled with anger, every tiny pleasure i felt was trippled with the anger brewing inside of me.

I flunged the door open, grabed the flower vase on the table and before they realized that a mad woman had been set loosed, broke it on my friend's head, the vase shattering in a loud thud, she collapsed instantly, struggling so hard to get on her feet.

I picked one of the sharttered pieces and stamped it on her neck, the sharp end piercing her throat, blood gushed out of it like a tiny tap left open. I kept stamping and stamping, hitting and hitting till i'm sure there was like a hundred holes on her neck and face and chest, i even smashed one of her eyes, i knew for sure she was dead but i kept hitting, my husband looked on in shock totally paralized.

My hands and feet were soaked in blood and i was laughing maniacally. I got up and stood face to face with my husband, there was blood on my face and he looked really scared, he started to move backwards and i moved towards him till i had him cornered, he kept saying, ''Calm down, calm down'' but i was having non of that.

I dived on him and bite a large chunk of his neck, pulling his flesh out in the process, a tiny piece of his raw flesh, stuck on my teeth, it tasted like raw meeth. Blood poured out of his neck and in that instant i got my senses back, it felt like i was possessed minutes ago.

long story short, i called the police to tell them what i had just done and they said they are coming. But as the minutes ran on, i had a change of mind, packed some of my clothes and now i'm on the run to no where in particular. I am currently typing this from my phone in a bus going to(can't say, i dont want to be found yet)

I am confused, should i give myself to the police or do i keep being on the run. Please what do i do and what the best way to hide.

Thank you

Nori:


Is it by force to accept advances from a man?? Is it not better to be single than marry a man you don't love? What your saying doesn't make sense at all, and what makes u think the person u married is even better, because she is more beautiful. Maybe she was just more desperate.

God to will give the girl a more handsome and richer guy who is better than you

no mind d guy. I dont know why most people think life is a one way road. So its the gal dt would not marry someone better abi or i now have to accept every tom, dyke and harry dt approaches me...., madness

good for the guy