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Days like this, I sit back listening to my favorite song “When I Was Your Man” from Bruno Mars album “Unorthodox Jukebox.” I know it’s that time of year: chocolates, flowers, jewelry, sappy advertisements everywhere with red and pink store displays. Reminding me it’s Valentine’s Day again, then my music player shuffles to Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men reminding me of how empty my life is.

Yeah I know Valentine’s Day is commercial (understatement) but it’s all good. We know that. It’s beautiful to celebrate love and your lover but if I had a lover I would celebrate her everyday. Valentine’s Day brings people a great sense of joy and intimacy, but this so-called celebration makes me feels more about absence or loss.

Days like this I remember Adaobi, the girl that zoned me for 4 years without saying anything so that for four years all I do is wake up every morning and listen to “I’ll Wait” by Mumford and Sons or “I Won’t Give Up” by Jason Mraz. Day dreaming that I was with her on this day of lovers at a lakeside, staring into the water as it flows, looking at her in the eyes telling her how much I love her.

Now I know that no matter who is or isn’t in my life, I am my own ultimate lover and lucky to have me for a valentine because when you are your own very valentine, you can celebrate any way you want to. Till next year I give thumbs up to “Life After You” by Daughtry because there’s no life after you.

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Please I am not sending this email so that anybody can judge me. I feel bad enough as it is and feel like I have betrayed a friendship. The situation is that I had a party sex with my best friend’s ex-boyfriend and a friend of his. I actually have no issues sleeping with my friend’s ex but I know that my best friend and her ex are still having sex.

Usually I tell my best friend everything and now I feel like I have broken a trust. Should I tell my best friend about the encounter with her ex and the other guy or should I just go keeping it a secret. It is sort of tearing me up inside that I have a secret of this nature from her. Please I am reminding you all that if you don’t have a mature opinion on the matter, you can keep your thoughts to yourself.

Thank you. Looking forward to reading advice from mature folks at PenAStory.

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Patricia stood naked in front of the full length mirror and studied her reflection. Her full breasts still stood firmly despite having weaned two children. She turned around and looked at her bare buttocks which still bore the marks of the love bites that Mark had inflicted on it just the night before. She rubbed the spot lovingly and sighed to herself. She had to apologize to him, he had left the house angrily that morning after she had refused him morning sex. She had been too tired from their passionate lovemaking last night to have energy for another morning session of sex. Mark was like an insatiable animal when it came to sex and although she enjoyed sex every bit as much as he did, she had just been too tired from last night.

Her mind wandered to yesterday when they had almost burnt down the whole house as Mark took her against the kitchen counter. She smiled at the memory of how they had been lucky that their four year old son, Robert had not walked in on them as Mark slammed into her with the frenzy of a mad man. Ten years of marriage and they still bleeped like two teenagers who had just discovered the pleasure of sex. She had to apologize to him, the sex was great no doubt; Mark never hidden the fact that he liked sex a lot during their courtship. How else could she explain that time when he had gone down on her at the movies, the time when they had done it at his brother’s engagement ceremony and that time he had fingered her even when his mother was just sleeping by the next couch. Did he even mind the fact that his mother might have heard the sounds of their wet skin making its slip-slap sound as his dick went in and out of her own every ready vagina later that night?

Quickly, Patricia pulled out a slinky body con red dress that she had been keeping for Mark’s birthday that was supposed to hold in a week’s time. She wore no underwear under the dress which clung to her like second skin and her nipples pointing out against the strain of the tight dress. She threw the leather jacket he had gotten her that time she had had a craze for biker jackets over the dress and slipping her feet into a pair of high heels, she studied her reflection in the mirror one re time before heading out to the garage.

As Patricia manoeuvred her 2016 Prado Jeep into the parking lot of Mark’s human resources company, she smiled in anticipation of what was to come. Their make up sex was always special, especially when it was she that had offended Mark. It was always like he wanted to Bleep his anger out of her and she was always too willing to take the brutality of his dick. Oh lawd, she thought as she felt a quaver between her legs, how she loved his dick. The meaty veins that stood out prominently on it when he was rock hard and the pulsating energy that seemed to emanate from it whenever she was driving him crazy. Her eyes had almost popped out of her head the first time she saw his dick, it must have been at least a good ten inches long and the width of it had got her wondering if she could accommodate him. Thank God she had not been a virgin.

She got down from the car and waved at Adamu the gate man before heading into the building. Her heels made no sounds on the plush carpet that greeted her feet when Steve opened the revolving doors for her. Her heart was thumping in her chest now that she was almost here, she bestowed a smile at Angela his secretary and asked if he was in with a tilt of her head. Angela’s affirmative nod had her taking a deep breath before she walked past the secretary area and pushed open the door. She stood at the door and watched his bent head as he scribbled furiously on a paper.

“I don’t want to be disturbed dammit. How many times do I have to tell you that Angela.” He didn’t look up from the paper he was working on.

“Am I now a disturbance?” A half smile played on her lips as his head jerked up at the sound of her voice.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Is that any way to welcome your wife now?” She turned and opened the door, peeking out at Angela while shooting out her ass at Mark, “Angie dearie, tell any visitor that Mark is busy, we don’t want any interruptions.”

“What are you doing?” His voice held a bit of suspicion in it.

“I only came to pay my husband a visit at work since he left so hurriedly this morning,” as she talked, Patricia dropped the leather jacket that she was wearing over her dress and walked towards him. She saw his eyes go straight to her nipples which was clearly visible in the bodycon dress and he stood up from his chair.

“What do you think you are doing Patty? I am trying to work you know?”

“And I am trying to say sorry,” she said and swept her hair out of her eyes before pulling him closer to her with his tie. Her mouth was very close to his as she tugged at the tie and began to unbutton his shirt, “I am sorry about this morning baby, just that you wore me out last night but now your girl needs a good riding.” She had finished unbuttoning his shirt and he rested her head on his hard chest taking in the smell of him. His arms encircled her before slipping under her dress. When his hand met naked skin, Mark’s head seemed to him as if it suddenly swelled and was about to burst. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath her dress? Goodness gracious!

He swooped her off her feet and dropped her on the table, pushing her dress up her thighs to confirm what his hand had just communicated to his brain. Patricia threw her head back and spread her legs apart…To be continued

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Excerpt From Part 1:
My eyes flew open and I saw myself on the bed dressed in a camisole and my lace panties. I saw he was the one that had woken me up. “What is wrong? You screamed my name in your sleep.” he said with concern on his face. I replied I was dreaming and he sat up with interest on his face as he asked what it was about. I turned to him and leaned in for a kiss, intending to show him what I had just dream’t about.

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He allowed me kiss him but I could tell that he felt a bit awkward about it and then he quickly drew back and muttered something about checking something in the kitchen. Following the dream I had had about my best friend, I knew I wanted to make it real, I needed to know if it would feel just as great in reality as it had seemed in the dream so i began to plan the seduction of my best friend. It was also a good way of getting my mind off being heartbroken so I felt I was dealing with my heartbreak in the best way possible.

I was home one morning getting bored out of my mind and decided to go to his house. It was like the Heavens themselves had planned with me. I had debated going out all morning because of the heavy clouds that was indicating an impending rain but you would understand if you have ever been caught in my situation. It threatens to rain all morning but never does until you have left your house then it begins to rain. Since my plan was a seduction from the onset, I can’t say that I was particularly upset that the rain drenched me in my short gown that barely covered my thighs. Being wet now made the gown cling to me like second skin and had turned the fabric transparent and his expression of concern turned to something darker when he opened the door to find me shivering there. He had apparently not been expecting any visitor and he was complaining about my outfit and the heavy rain fall at the same time that every time he threw a glance at me, I didn’t know which upset him more.

“All your goodies are out in this thing that you are wearing, do you want to kill yourself or catch a cold? If boys kidnap you and use you to warm themselves in this kind of cold weather now, you would come crying to me. Just look at how you are shivering.” I smirked in this non-repentant way and began to get rid of my wet clothing while telling him to calm down at the same time.

“Well I am already here and it is very cold as it is. You should be a gentleman and offer a poor girl that you saved from the some warmth you know.” There was no mistaking the invitation in my voice and I felt a twitch in his boxer shorts as he quickly turned away from me so that I don’t catch the movement.
“What do you think you are doing? You are soaking the entire living room. I am going to the bathroom to have a shower. I will leave some hot water for you so you can also have a bath when I am out,” he said and walked away but I was very sure I had caught glimpse of a boner.

I quickly stripped out of my remaining wet clothes and for a minute or two, I allowed myself to shiver from the cold before realizing that I needed to dry my hair as well. From past visits, I knew where he kept his towels in the bathroom so it was a good excuse to walk him on him bathing. Some hot bathroom Bleep in this cold weather wasn’t going to be such a bad idea since he was apparently Hot and I knew I wanted him as well.

I tiptoed to the bathroom and pushed the door open a bit and peeked in. His eyes were closed and he was leaning against the wall, stroking his dick. He looked long and I knew I wanted to wrap my hands around his long dick as I could see the veins and the biting on his lips as he jerked. It would be a shame to have him cum without me joining in the fun. I pushed the door fully open and his eyes flew open. He looked at me standing there naked and his eyes roved over my body appreciatively and I could tell he was far gone to have been his usual shy self that I had caught him masturbating. My eyes left his face to go back to his dick which I could have sworn looked like it had gotten bigger and harder just by looking at me and I concluded he must have been thinking of me while he jerked on his cock.

I didn’t say anything as I entered the bathroom and went to him, removing his hand from his dick and taking things into my own hands. He tried to tell me to stop but it sounded more like a squeal of pleasure and since he made no attempt at stopping me, I just stroked his dick with my hand like one who have been hearing of gold and finally had one in her hands. He was hooked. I looked at him and saw that his eyes were closed again and then I did something he was not expecting, I took him in my mouth. He gasped as my mouth closed over his shaft and I felt him throb in my mouth even as he let out a string of curses and profanities. He tasted salty and a bit of soap but I knew I wanted all of him in my mouth. My mouth began to go up and down on his dick and his hands went to the back of my head he began to face Bleep me. I wanted to take all of his dick in my mouth but he was too big for him to fit so I concentrated on taking as much of his dick that I could. I then cupped his balls with my right hand and began playing with them while still going up and down his shaft with my mouth before moving to suck on his balls which brought out a growl from him like an animal in pain. He pushed my head away from him and the next thing I knew, he scooped me into his arms and carried me out of the bathroom.

He took me to his bedroom and and dumped me on the bed. I began to protest that our wet bodies would stain the bed sheets but he didn’t act like he heard me as he went to the closet and took a tie and one of my scarves that I must have left there in times past. He made no answer when I asked him what he was doing instead he tied both my hands together with the tie then he proceeded to blindfold me with the scarf. I was damn Hot and ready for any game he was willing to play so I shut up ad allowed him take control of things. I felt something feathery trailing my skin and I arched my back in pleasure but then it stopped just as suddenly as it had happened. I grumbled and it came again, this time on my boobs and I whimpered in pleasure even as I began to feel another sort of wetness between my legs. He was apparently punishing me for my bathroom escapade and he whispered in my ears “Who is the daddy now? Say sorry and I would give you the pleasure you crave.” I wasn’t going to give in so easily so I kept my my mouth firmly shut and the pleasurable torture continued.

I felt the bed dip as he came fully on it and he parted my legs before applying the feather on my clitoris. I thrashed wildly but he held me down firmly with one hand and he whispered his need for me to acknowledge him as the daddy and say sorry. I was feeling like I was going to die from the torture of not having this ecstasy which seemed so close and so near and the fact I couldn’t see him or touch him made it more exciting and frustrating at the same time. I then felt his hot breath began to fan my clitoris with his mouth teasing like he was about to go down on me and when I arched my back so that his mouth could touch, I would feel him quickly withdraw. I felt like a petulant child that was getting a scolding and I knew I was wet all over and couldn’t possibly take another minute of this torture.
“You are the daddy. I am sorry, now pleasure me.” I drawled out and I heard him laugh.

“Open your mouth,” he said and I obeyed quickly to show my submission and I felt him shove his dick back in my mouth. He kept his dick in my mouth without moving and I began to lap at it even as I felt him inhale before he began face fucking me on the bed. I sucked and sucked until my jaws started hurting but I kept on sucking as I knew I needed to please him now that I had made him the master. He abruptly removed his dick from my mouth and I felt his mouth on my aching clitoris. He nipped gently and lapped with his tongue. His tongue then moved lower to my crack and I could feel his tongue inside me. I moaned loudly and tried to raise my hips so I could get as much of his tongue inside of me as possible but to my dismay he pulled back.
He untied me and also removed the blindfold before telling me to get dressed as he was going to drop me at home. I didn’t know when the tears dropped from my eyes and I told him in a very small and broken voice “I never knew you to be this hurtful and your need for revenge or punishment this much.” I was hurting that the table had been turned on me and I that had planned to be the seductress had been the seduced instead. He didn’t say anything as I stood up and bent down to pick my pant which was on the floor. My fingers were just closing around the pants when I felt him grab me from behind and he slammed into me from behind in one swift stroke.

“I would never hurt you. I just wanted to get you in this position. You don’t know how I’ve stayed awake all night dreaming of having you in my arms.” He began to thrust hard and fast and I tried to keep up with pace as he rode me to the edge. At long last, he whispered that he was close to releasing and I said I was ready as well. He turned me to face him and began pinching my nipples as he started fucking me with his eyes looking at me like he was trying to read my soul. Finally, I felt him jerk violently as he spurted cum and his climax triggered mine as I also began to climax and we both collapsed on the bed in a tired heap.


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Rape is a sexual intercourse without consent. So, whether you are married or not, when there is no consent, there is no consent. The law does not recognise it, In northern Nigeria and the Federal Capital Territory, Abuja according to Section 282(2) of the Penal Code Act (PCA), Cap P3, Laws of the Federation of Nigeria, 2004, (LFN), sexual intercourse by a man with his own wife is not rape so long as she has attained puberty. But there is actually rape in marriage. If a husband says he loves his wife, then there will be no need for rape in marriage because if she is not in the mood and says she doesn’t want it, he will respect those boundaries. That is what makes a relationship; the fact that they are married does not mean she is not a person anymore. The man can also say no if he isn’t in the mood. If the woman wants it, she should respect that. The husband should put the wife’s interest first and the wife should also put the husbands interest first. That is how a loving relationship should work.

Is there rape in marriage? Yes. But does the domestic law recognise it? No. But interestingly the Protocol to the African Charter on Human and Peoples’ Rights on the rights of women in Africa defines violence against women to include all acts perpetrated against women which could cause physical, sexual, psychological and economic harm in private or public life. “Private life” refers to the domestic arena including marriages and relationships. Nigeria has ratified this protocol. Based on the current statistics, women are more vulnerable to rape.

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