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I lay languid on a long puffy sofa stylishly festooned with fluffy fabrics; pondering and wondering in a witless soliloquy: ” when will this lockdown end so that she can return home”. The futility of my enquiries often left me jittery.

With COVID 19 Pandemic still raging and ravaging the world like harmattan bush fire, it was rather illusive to expect my wife back soon. Especially with all international flights still suspended.
I resigned to fate as I stared forlornly at the oval mould of the POP ceiling discoloured by wide entanglements of cobwebs. This was another reminder that my wife had long been absent from home.


The pandemic was particularly unfair to us. I got married to Franca just four months ago. So far, the union has been blissful with best fragrances of love and romance. Notwithstanding her busy schedule as a young entrepreneur, Franca always ensured I got my fill of c8x, food and attention. She doesn’t compromise the ultra neatness of our sparsely furnished three bedroom flat located in serenity of Green Hills Estate, Lekki Lagos.

Our bond was strong and love life, a thriller. Her voluminous hips, luscious lips and capacious b00bs always drove me mad with £rotic imaginations. Everything was fine until exactly two months into our wedding. Franca took a supposedly short business trip to Dubai in March. And she got stuck as COVID 19 pandemic had culminated in a global lockdown.
With Franca marooned in Dubai, I became cocooned in my apartment especially as the COVID scare made it impossible for me to really go out or hangout with friends. I was miserable.


The memory of my love life with Franca constantly hyped the misery of loneliness without her. Even as I lounged on the comfy daybed this moment, my mind was filled with c8xual fantasies. I recalled how she used to ride my c0*k on this same turf. I began to perceive the smell of a dripping vulva as I relished mild m0@ns in a fit of illusion.

Then, a loud knock on my door jolted me out of reverie.
I rushed to unbolt the door almost absentmindedly. ” Good afternoon Unle Dave” Mrs James, my neighbour’s wife was standing at the entrance of my flat, with a handheld basket covered with a purple shawl. “I brought you some… She stuttered as handed over the basket to me ” Uncle Dave, I brought you fried rice and chicken since your wife is not around ” she finally said with uneasiness in her voice. ” Are you, are you… alright siir? She asked, most likely, unconsciously.


Then, I realised that my manhood bulged and almost popped out of my boxers. That was the reason for her incoherent question.


I was filled with shame as I quickly placed my left hand on the erect stick. ” I’m sorry madam, sorry for the embarrassment, thanks for the food ” I said to her.
” OK Uncle Dave. Enjoy your meal. I will come back for the basket later” she blurted as she exited

Ravishingly beautiful and curvy, Mrs James, a mother of two, is friendly and fascinating. I wasn’t surprised she brought food for me during this easter celebrations. The last time we met outside out gate, she asked if I was in touch with my wife in Dubai and I asked also if she heard from her husband who was stranded in London.

As she was leaving my room after dropping the basket, I could see her pant lines through her grey, seductive loose gown. Apparently, she had been busy cooking and paid no attention to aesthetics yet her buttocks shook sensually as she walked out of my room.

45 minutes later, she came back to collect her basket.
Now done with cooking, she reappeared in a stunning, skimpy attire that made look truly c8xy. Save for the gold wedding band on her finger, Mrs James could pass for a teenager. Her suave hot neck revealed her cle^vages as I ushered her in. And said
” I’m sorry for what happe…” ” Never mind” she cut in” I know how you feel. Sometimes, I feel same way too. My husband has been stranded in London for close to three months ” she explained.

I heaved a sigh of relief as I took the conversation further, asking how she had been coping without her husband. ” I have been coping well ” she quipped as she stood to leave. I spontaneously grabbed her waist as she bent down to pick her basket. She twitched and quivered with a feeble question ” Uncle Dave, what do you want ?”

I led her to the couch, unhooked her br@, drew down her p@nts and parted her c£xy legs.

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It was late when he first messaged me online. I was drunk and Hot, and his tweets were clever. A girl can only take so much. He was funny in the messages too. Not hilarious, but witty in a way that made you chuckle at every message. We hit it off in an instant and he had my number after a day or two.

When he asked to give me a spa day, I laughed. We all know that what they mean by a spa day is a haphazard neck rub before they go into pre-intimacy and then it’s cex. I explained that I was married, happily, and that he had to forget about any hint of love. He insisted that he just wanted to pamper me, that I was a Queen who needed to be loved endlessly.

I got to his place on a bright Saturday afternoon, still a little hung over from the previous night. We sat on his balcony and he lit a blunt. We passed it between ourselves and his housemate, until my thoughts clouded over. In the cloud, my husband was not yelling at me as he had last night, and I found a strange peace I had forgotten could exist. On a balcony at the end of the building, I watched a young man wearing nothing but boxer shorts finish his cigarette. He had the lazy demeanor of a man who has been in bed all day after a night of very exhausting c8x.

“Are you ready for your spa day?”

The young man next to me had just broken my reverie. I smiled indulgently, waiting to make fun of his so called spa day, but I also nodded quietly. He went into the house and came back with a blue basin containing warm water. He lifted my feet gently, put them in the basin and started to soap them up. I sighed deeply, turned back to watch the man on the balcony. He had finished his cigarette and a middle aged woman joined him now. She was wearing a nightgown (and probably nothing underneath). I now knew for sure that last night had been great. And exhausting. She sat next to the young man and struck up a quiet conversation. On our unfurnished balcony, my young man was now earnestly scrubbing my feet. I would ordinarily have been jumping about because my feet are ticklish as hell, but the weed had gotten me too relaxed to really feel the tickles. I giggled a bit, and that made him smile. He alternated between scrubbing my soles and applying pressure to my feet and I started to feel really relaxed.

On the balcony of interest, a new entrant had arrived. An elderly white gentleman. I started to conjure the things that had happened the previous night in that house. When my young man saw me giggling in earnest, he got curious.

“I’m not that funny, am I?” he asked

“I’m laughing at your neighbours. I think they had a party!” My voice had dropped to a conspiratorial whisper by now.

“What?” he turned to look, incredulous.

I explained my theory. The white guy decided his girlfriend/wife needed some dark chocolate and he likes to watch. He brought the energy while the white pensioner brought the love and the gentleness. Maybe Mr Energy was a little kinky and had made the pensioner suck him off while she watched. Maybe the pensioner had liked it and the wife had 0rg8smed from touching herself and watching her husband’s humiliation. Maybe the pensioner had been left wanting while Mr Energy pummeled into his wife’s aching kitten. The pensioner had probably eaten out his wife afterwards, enjoying the taste of their juices mixed together, and Mr Energy had pushed just one finger, one knuckle into the pensioner’s a$$ and it had sent him over the edge so that he came harder than he ever had in his entire life.

And now here they were, at the balcony, sharing a cigarette.

“You have a problem.” my young man said, shaking his head a little but laughing too because he knew I could be right.

“Yes. I’m hungry.” I responded, chuckling.

He got up in that instant, his speed blinding my slow drugged self. He returned with snacks and I tore into the onion flavored one and started munching happily. He really had thought about everything!

The water was cooling now and he lifted my feet gently from it into his lap. They were immediately folded into a towel. He dried the feet deliberately, and the c8xual tension crackled between us like the licks of a flame.

“It’s time for your massage.”

He sat back on his heels as he said this, and I took a moment to observe him. Slight, but built. His eyes were sad, his hands bigger than him. Skin dark as the moonless night, smooth as oil.

“Let’s go. I have the oil ready.”

I got up gingerly, made it inside to his room. It was spacious and well lit with natural light. I knew he would see me n8ked, but some vestige of modesty made me ask him to turn around while I took off my dress. I had nothing underneath except a plain black bra, one of those favorite ones that I had worn for generations. I folded the clothes away, lay on my stomach.

I felt him move around, my eyes closed. He opened his drawer, retrieved the oil, knelt at the foot of the bed. I tried to breathe deeper, really relax. I figured if I was going to cheat, I may as well release all my tension and leave feeling calmer.

I could hear him rubbing the oil between his hands to warm it. When I felt the warm oiled hands on my calves, I sighed and smiled. I suddenly knew this was worth my time. His hands were firm but gentle, and he knew just the amount of pressure to apply. He was insistent so that my tension was eroded like my will to leave him alone. By the time he got to my thighs, I was already wet with anticipation. I wanted the long fingers inside me. He teased me, skipping my a$$ to go to my back. My body started to vibrate with need, but he kept up the torture going, his hands kneading and teasing in one go. When he got to my back, he straddled me and drizzled the warm oil over my spine. He started at the small of my back, working his hands expertly over my tired muscles. He was moving towards my sensitive neck when he found a spot in my back that made me come hard, my body ransacked with tremors, my mouth open with shock.

“Did you just come?” he asked, sounding as incredulous as I felt.

My “yes” came out in a soft whimper.

“Looks like I just found a good spot.”

I could hear in his voice a large satisfied grin.

He moved up further, and I could swear I heard him soundlessly debate on whether or not to go back to THE SPOT. I was now putty in his hands, my body pliant for him.

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Had a suitor by January, he is not based in the country, I am a working class lady . After knowing for months, he sent me to his family, I went they saw me and I saw them,they all liked me,after that he sent his parents to do investigation about me and my family, after which came out good.

He moved further and sent money to his parents to come do Introduction and collect marriage list and did some of the things in the list, that he wants to finish the remaining himself in his presence. He came back 2 months ago and I went to their family house to welcome him and went back to work after one week,because I believe we need to spend time together to know ourselves more,especially me seeing him angry and vice versa and how he react to things physically… so far he is a good guy and obviously he loves me so much, but what happened is still what I don’t have answers to.

we had little misunderstanding and we sorted it out and were happy again, but mother in-law carry the matter for head,and started giving me attitude, and they were supposed to come finish up the marital rights in 2 weeks, but I was surprised when I was gisting with him and he said his mum said the remaining stuff in the list is too much, that she is complaining, message was passed across to my people, and my dad told them that it’s not a must to finish everything in the list, the date passed they dint come,I went to my mother in-law to beg her if I have offended her in anyway, that she should forgive me that her attitude towards me have changed,but she claims I did nothing wrong to her.

Suddenly hubby started giving me attitude too,I did all I could to know what is going on but all to no avail…. my sister, like play ,this matter enter another level, it escalated to the extent that hubby said to me that he is not sure of this marriage anymore, that he doesn’t think he can continue with the marriage anymore, I tried involving my people, to at least know what I did wrong and his reason, but he doesn’t have reason or any fault from me.

I cried to my mother in law to tell her what her son is saying, and all she could tell me was that ,she wont be Alive for her son to marry me anymore not to talk of marrying me and relocating to the state with me, my brothers and sisters tears drop down my eyes after seeing her reactions while saying this to me..along the line I found out I was pregnant, I passed a message to hubby and family, till today he said nothing, his mother said his son is no longer interested in the marriage, while all this was happening me and my family were backing it all up with prayer but it keeps getting worst to the extent he blocked me from every means of communicating with him, I am bitter ,my heart bleeds.


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Eleven years ago, I met my husband as a corper who did not have anything. A young handsome boy who was always smiling. With my Uncle’s influence, he got a job into the civil service. And with God on our side,we got married and we have moved up our career, doing very well financially, so much that we built our first house in magodo after five years of marriage.

My husband went into politics and things began to change. My once loving husband spent more time with political associates and meetings and strange women and our marriage began to suffer. Yes, I supported his political attempts but when it began to turn him into an alcoholic, I knew it was a mistake.


The circles he moved in, turned him into an alcoholic. He would drink so bad that I would be forced to carry him from the car to the house. Then he became abusive. He would hit me and curse me. I got infected by him with several STDs. I could not take it anymore. I spoke to his younger brother in the US and he told me to relocate with my children. With his help, my children and I left my husband three years ago and we have been living in the US since.

My husband’s younger brother is a doctor. A single dad. We moved into his apartment and I practically became mother to his son and my two children. My brother in-law has always been fond of me but it would have never crossed my mind that I would one day have feelings for him. It was like 7 months after we relocated. Maybe it was loneliness but we ended up kissing and after thinking it was a mistake, we realized we wanted more.

I have been having a relationship with my brother in-law since that time. We are both in love but its complicated cos I am still his elder brother’s wife. So, I filed for a divorce last year but my husband suddenly changed and started trying to win me back. He would travel to see me and the children every 3 months and that really was hard cos his brother was always filed with rage and jealousy.

My husband always thanked his younger brother for taking care of me and our children but it killed him knowing that he was trying to win me back. I begged my brother in-law to forget about me, so I don’t cause a problem in the family. But he wont listen. He says I am his and he will never allow me go back to his brother.

I feel like the only way I can be free of my brother inlaw is if I go back to Nigeria,away from seeing him. But I do not want to go back because my children are happy here. They love being in US than Nigeria and they completely adore their Uncle. But as long as I continue to stay here, my feelings for my brother in-law will never go away. What should I do?


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I think me and my wife are not s*xuallly compatible. Maybe we should never have gotten married. We met through a friend three years ago. It was a long distance relationship because she was in Kenya doing a work project for her oil and gas company. I fell in love with her heart, very loving, very thoughtful lady, that is apart from her stunning beauty and intelligence.


When she returned to Nigeria after her six months project, she said no s*x before marriage. I was cool. I thought she was being a classy woman. Well, fast forward to marriage, I see myself as someone that is into intimacy, I thought she was as well. I am not perfect but my past relationships, I have not disappointed either.

Two weeks after marriage, my wife said she wanted to talk to me. I wondered why. She said that she does no want to hurt my feelings but she wants me to put more effort into lovemaking. I asked her how? She said, she has not experienced orgasm with me since we started making love. That was news to me because I spend a minimum of 20 to 45 minutes when we make love. And all these while, she moaned and seemed to be enjoying s*x with me just as much as I have been enjoying it with her.

To tell me that she is not enjoying it but she was faking it was a little disappointing but I took it as a man and promised to be more sensitive to her feelings. Since then, I try all the tricks in the book that most guys know. I do pre-intimacy, I do fingering, etc. And when I asked her, she will sometimes say yes but most times, she does not come.

Maybe because we were young and newly married, this became very frustrating to spend an hour making love and she still does not come. I found that strange and I told her maybe she needs to relax and be less anxious. And she responds that I dont know how to make love to her. That hurt me honestly because I thought I was putting in the effort.

This situation has greatly affected our marriage. I began to loose interest in s*x and she too felt she was not going to bother about it. So, for like two weeks, we can go without s*x. This made me very frustrated cos when I feel Hot, she will be giving me attitude. Thoughts of cheating started coming into my head. I tried my best to push them away.


Many times, I decide to be the bigger person, I call her and say: let us talk and she goes, she is not interested. I tell her I love her, send her romantic messages. I try my best, I swear but she just puts me off all the time with wrong attitude. This made me seek help from from online research etc and I found out that some women have problems like being frigid or generally do not have the ability to experience orgasm at all.

I shared my research with her and she said that she had exs before me and all of them gave her orgasm all the time and I am the first man not to give her orgasm. That broke me and I began to actually think something was wrong with me. Since talking to her was not working, I left her alone. I also did not know what else to do. I have tried my best. I did not think she was ready to try as well. It was tiring.


We were both miserable too. We quarreled one night and I told her she does not behave like she wants to be married cos all she is thinking about is orgasm. At least, its not like I don’t last long, I do. Its just her that takes forever to reach a place of pleasure. Even with my tricks. Then she now said: Lanre, we are not s*xually compatible. I was shocked.

I was wondering what she meant by that and she said: Lanre, I am so sorry but I actually began to think something is wrong with me but since the problems we have been having, I mistakenly connected with an ex and I confided in him that I am having issues in my marriage s*x and he wanted to help.

We met in his car and it didnt take him 2 minutes of fingering me, I had the best orgasm of my life. My mouth went like: what the crap is my wife saying? She said, she is not having penetration with her ex…he just fingered her and she came. She had the audacity to say they didn’t have penetration!!!…like is that supposed to make me say she did not cheat on me?

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I am a 39 year old man, doing well for myself. I got a good job and also my business. I got married to the love of my life 8 years ago.


The love of my life is Grace (not real name). We became lovers from year two in the university. Grace was the light of my life. Having come from a very poor background myself,Grace gave me hope to live and become successful in life.

Grace believed in me and was always supporting me, with school fees, moral support, advice, etc. We graduated from school and started from very humble beginnings. Her parents especially her father felt I was not good enough for her but she stuck with me.

When we left school, we had no accommodation so we squatted with friends, slept in locked up shops until things began to pick up for us. We got married when I landed my first job in the bank. She was not so lucky, she decided to go into business.

That was how we lived our lives. I was working at the bank and she gradually grew her baking business from working from home. We have two children who are my entire life. All these while that we were married, Grace family still did not accept our marriage. Only her mother and siblings were a bit friendly to us.

Grace father never accepted me. Until 3 years ago. Grace father suddenly began to show interest and become nice to us. Grace was so happy and I was too. He invited Grace to come see him in their home town.


Grace travelled with our children to see her dad. All was well but after 4 days that she was supposed to return back home, Grace did not return. I was expecting to pick her from the motor park but she never called me to say she had arrived Lagos.

So I called her. I called several times but she never picked up. I became worried so I called her mother. Her mother said Grace did not travel. I was shocked. I asked her to give Grace the phone but she said Grace did not want to speak to me.


I became really very worried. I kept calling till the next day. Grace refused to pick my call or talk to me when I spoke through her mother’s phone. I had to travel to their place 4 days later.

On getting to their place, I saw Grace and my children. They looked happy but Grace said to me,that she is not coming back to Lagos. I thought she was joking. I looked at her to see if she was not feeling fine but she seemed very fine.

I began to worry about my wife’s behavior. I called our pastor who asked to speak with her on the phone but my wife refused. I knelt down and begged my wife. I cried and begged her to return. She just looked at me and said: its over.

I begged my inlaws. Her mother and father: to talk to her. Her mother only shook her head. Her father did not even listen to me. He asked me to leave his house. I returned to lagos the next day confused and scared.

It was obvious something was wrong with my wife. What had they said to her? what had they done to her? Why did she reject me? We never had an issues before. We loved each other. I began to regret allowing her go to her parents place.

My pastor and my family members at different times went to see her and beg her. She totally refused to listen to anyone. I was so heartbroken. It affected my job and I almost lost my job. I could not eat or do anything. I became a shadow of myself.

I travelled every month to see her and my children. She would allow me see the children but refused to speak with me. It broke my heart each time I went to see them. Several prayers and deliverance were made: nothing.

That is how the first year went by and I lost my wife. She was with her parents. I see my children from once a month to like once in 3 months. It became more and more discouraging when it appeared nothing seemed to be changing.

Its been three years since my wife moved out of our marriage. I told myself, I would give her two years to return. But two years passed and nothing happened. Infact, my wife started dating someone else.

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I am having an issue in my marriage. And this issue is about my wife imagining crazy things in her head. I got married three years ago. When I was dating my wife, I introduced her to my mentor, Ms. Jane (not real name). Ms. Jane has been my mentor for over 15 years. I came to Lagos as a secondary school drop out. I lived with relatives who did not care much about me, so I started hustling and doing all kinds of of jobs to survive.


I met Ms. Jane who offered me a job to work in her dry cleaning outfit. I did so well that when the manager of the place resigned, Ms. Jane offered me the job after only one year of working with her. She asked me what I wanted to do in life, and I told her I wanted to complete my education. She helped me get my GCE form and I passed. I also started doing part time schooling.

Everything I am today is because of Ms. Jane. I graduated from school and I grew Ms. Jane’s business and I started my own chain of businesses in Dry cleaning and auto spare parts dealing. I met my wife through a friend, she is used to be a shy young woman and I found out she was a virgin, I told myself, I would marry her.

I introduced her to Ms Jane as my mentor. She was very respectful to her and all that. Now, that we are married, I noticed that she no longer like Ms. Jane anymore. She said Ms. Jane is not married and she does not understand that married people need space. That Ms. Jane’s involvement in our marriage is too much.

Just because Ms. Jane calls us, ask of her and our baby, buys things for her and the baby. But when I am having business meetings with Ms. Jane, my wife is imagining things. Well, its my fault, I am the one innocently telling my wife my every conversations and dealings with Ms. Jane.

One time, I don’t know what entered my head but my wife was asking why Ms. Jane is not married after all, she is pretty. I told her that she has been unlucky in relationships. She even asked me why didnt I date Ms. Jane. I told her cos she is older than me. Maybe, I had a little alcohol but I told my wife of a little night of indiscretion I had with Ms. Jane.


I mean, nothing really happened. It was one night that I went to see Ms. Jane. She was upstairs in her room and told the house manager to send me up to bring her the cheques to sign. When I got to her room, she was scantily dressed and while I tried to act professional, Ms. Jane, was clearly flirting with me. I saw pain in her eyes. She had just broken up with her man that time.

I held her when she tried to kiss me. I told her no and she apologized. For a few days, she avoided me and I thought she would sack me but she never mentioned that night till date. And I have never made any advances to her or has she tried to anymore. For that, I respected her even much more.

So even when I was going to get married, I did not even think of Ms. Jane in a romantic way after all, I didnt hide my relationship from her. Now, I am married. Ms. Jane is still my mentor and I respect her alot.Why all of a sudden my wife is saying I have to cut her off. That she is too involved in our life. And using that kiss I told her happened to blackmail me.

My wife is insinuating that Ms. Jane is waiting for an opportunity to sleep with me, that once I give her green light, she will respond. Well, I have too much respect for Ms. Jane. She is eve 11 years older than me. Why would I sleep with someone who is my benefactor. I told my wife to stop thinking rubbish thought.

Do you know my wife blocked me from going out two nights ago? She said I will not got for a meeting with Ms. Jane and some business clients. Can you imagine? I thought my wife was joking but she held my shirt and said over her dead body. I thought this was a joke really. I left for the meeting and before I knew it, my wife called Ms. Jane and insulted the living day light out of this woman who has done nothing but show her love and kindness.

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Let me not romanticize it. It wasn’t in some mall or social event or all those nice places. I looked tired and drawn, and felt like shit the night he walked in, stood over my bed, smiled and said,

“Hi, my name is (okay name withheld), and I’m going to be your nurse for the night. Let me know if you need anything or have any complaints.”

But that is not important. What matters is I noticed him. And as sick as I was, probably dying and in need of a last confession, I felt warm inside. Inside my stomach, don’t think too far down. Yes! He was too cute to be true, and for a moment I wondered if I had started seeing the light. You know, maybe all along that light at the end of that tunnel is subjective to every dying individual. Well, it wasn’t “the light”. It was a mortal man, and God have mercy, he was fine! I attempted a smile but it only ended in me wincing because I had the grandparents of all headaches and my face felt tight.

“Sorry my dear, you’re going to be fine soon, don’t worry”

Why, this voice can do things to me! I thought, and well I wasn’t too surprised I was thinking that. It was a far subtler version of what would have popped in my head first, had it been a perfectly normal night.

So after that first impression, my night nurse had found his way into my thoughts and was playing games with me. Sure, they were games I was willing to play but definitely not in my head. There was a bigger play ground outside of my dreams.

I laid there for close to an hour, fantasizing, till he walked in again, with a steel tray upon which my IV drugs for the night were displayed.

“Sorry to disturb you,”

He said and smiled.

“No problem,”

I whispered. But in my head,— What took you so long?!—

He pulled my bedside stool closer, sat down and took my right hand in his.

“This is going to hurt a little bit,”

He soothed and started pushing the liquid through the line fastened to the back of my palm. I winced again and he proceeded to rub his thumb over my wrist over and over again, while saying “Sorry, sorry, sorry” in that completely sinful voice. I was ready to pass out.

My eyes closed voluntarily and I let my mind go. The rubbing motion was doing all sorts of things to me and I had to restrain myself from m0@ning.

“Are you asleep?”

He asked. I hadn’t noticed he was done. He smiled again and asked if I was ok.

“No”

“Oh, sweetheart you’re going to be fine.”

“Can you sit by me for a while?”

“Sure, why not?”

And so he discarded the used syringes, cotton wool and gloves and sat next to me; my night nurse. We talked. About mundane stuff, then about private stuff and then I actually smiled without wincing.

“You have a beautiful smile.”

I died a little and smiled again.

“Thank you. Can you please help me get out of bed? I’m tired of lying down”

He helped me sit up, placed his hand gently on my back and helped me to my feet. I was standing, directly in front of him, a few inches away from his face, and I started to feel dizzy. It was the temptation. It was just too strong. I clutched my head and sighed.

“Maybe you should lie back down. You are not ready for this.”

I really wanted to kiss him but in-between the headache and the overwhelming temptation I knew I just had to lie back down.

And thus the rest of the night passed, uneventful. The dream though was…okay let’s leave that for another day.

Now let me not mince words or beat around the bush. By dawn, when I woke up, the pain meds had left me painless and much stronger but I was so terribly turned on by the sight of my night nurse still seated, though asleep, by my side. I sat up in bed and coughed slightly. He woke up and smiled.

“I would like to take my bath but I’d need some help.”

“Okay, I’ll go get one of the ladies to come help you.”

I was initially disappointed in him but I was determined to make the morning go my way.

“No. That’s ok. I just need you to help me to the bathroom that’s all.”

So he did. But this time when his hand fell onto my waist I couldn’t keep back the m0@n. He looked at me and smiled. God! I whispered.

We took slow steps to the bathroom and he lowered me gently onto the edge of the tub and turned to leave.

“Please don’t go.”

I whispered again, and he stopped. By then I had slipped one hand out of my night dress and I knew one br€@st was almost totally exposed. He cleared his throat and I could see his Adam’s apple move up then down and for the love of me, I m0@ned again. This time the look in his eyes changed. He stepped closer and placed his hand on my bare shoulder. I kept my eyes on his face, making sure he saw clearly how much I wanted him. I slipped the other hand out of my dress and it fell down to my waist. He sucked in his breath and let out a very weak “No”.

I took his hand and cupped it over my left br€zz and started to work it in gentle circles. He stepped even closer and pulled me up.

Our lips met hesitantly at first, then we both slowly melted into each other’s faces and my feet were not mine beneath me!! My night nurse was not just cute, he not only had a voice that killed, but his hands on my br€zzz and his lips against mine were electric and I was panting by the time he let go.

“I shouldn’t be doing this.”

His lips said, but his eyes were fixed on my belly button. I walked over to the door and locked it. It was still very early any noise could be heard from a distance away, and his job was on the line but the combination of all that, had the insides of my thigh throbbing and I just wanted my clothes off. I turned and with my back to the door, pushed down on my dress, and it fell down to my feet. I could see he was too aroused to keep it hidden and it gave me much pleasure that he reacted so fast to my n@*ed body. He walked up to me, hiked my right leg up over the back of his waist and placed his hand over my mouth.

“Shhh”

I nodded.

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I’m in an emotional trauma right now. This girl I have been dating , I want to marry and I have gone to her place and did a few of things my hand could afford traditionally .. I’m hoping to do the rest by Xmas .


She is a new graduate and she told me to open a side business for her to make small small change instead of being idle.

I told her to give me small time to save up money .

There is this guy she always talks about that is a yahoo boy and has plenty money , long story short , she came to my house last weekend , we were discussing, I wanted to use her phone and play 9ja ludo but she insisted on not giving me the phone .. she held the phone , turned her back after pressing it for long she gave it to me .

I angrily seized the phone , told her I bought the phone and sim that I’m seizing it.

We later settle and she slept early hours of the next day , I woke up brought her phone and it was on plane mood , I removed it from plane mood and a text msg came in from some guy .


I went to her WhatsApp to check the guy out and behold , she blocked the number on WhatsApp.

I unblocked the number and sent him message first , we started chatting , the guy was saying how he loves her and all that shit and the money he sent her to open up a side business.

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Bridget was found in a beauty salon, she was sighted waiting for her turn, there were some ladies waiting for their turn too, they were all there for a new hair do and they were making small talks as they were all sighted sitting comfortably, in the colorful shop.
These ladies were chatting away, and they were obviously lost in their conversation. Bridget’s husband,
Raphael had travelled that morning and Bridget had thought she could get a new hair look.
Suddenly, Bridget’s phone began to ring, she picked the call and had a short conversation with someone at the other end of the phone.
The caller was no one else but her husband, Raphael.
“My husband’s trip was cancelled? And he is already on his way home, oh no, I will just leave here now” Bridget thought and stood up almost immediately to leave.
She called out to the hair dresser, Miss Tricia and told the lady that she was going home, the few new friends she just gained at the salon felt concerned when they heard her talking to Tricia.
“Going home? Why? after waiting for an hour, you will just go back home just like that? Tricia is almost done and it’s almost your turn” One of the ladies said while Bridget smiled sheepishly, without saying a word to the nice stranger.
Even Tricia tried her best to persuade Bridget to wait.
“Ma, I’m almost done, please wait, after I’m done with this customer, you are next” The hair dresser entered but still Bridget declined. Ever since she dropped the phone call, she instantly became tensed, her countenance changed. She knows what awaits her, if her husband gets home before her.
Bridget wished she could open up and tell anyone that cares to know, that her husband was on his way home, and if he doesn’t meet her at home, there will be trouble, Raphael doesn’t like it when he comes home and doesn’t meet Bridget at home, it always causes big issues.
Bridget wasn’t permitted to step out of the house, without her husband’s permission, she doesn’t even visit her friends and family anymore, as Raphael had banned her from doing so. Bridget always felt, like she have a leash on her neck, because Raphael doesn’t like to know, that she was heading out.
For he wants to be everywhere she was; be it at the salon, women church meeting or fellowship.
Bridget’s social life was closely monitored. Her husband was always hovering around.
That was the first time in years that she came to the salon with out Raphael, other times, when she visit the salon to make her hair, her husband will either be inside the salon, reading a magazine or newspaper or just within the vicinity of the salon.
Bridget was an independent woman before she married Raphael but immediately after marriage, Raphael stylishly stopped her from working and he even promised to set her up with a good business, but five years had passed and everything was getting more weird, but everyday Bridget consoles herself with the fact, that her husband loves her so much and that was why he was over possessive
Immediately Bridget left she became the topic of the day, as other ladies who wondered why Bridget left the way she did, began to throw words at the hair dresser.
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There is something wrong somewhere…I don’t know what it is but I need your advise because I feel someone who does not know me will not be biased. I got married last year July to the love of my life. Jide (not real name) and I dated for almost three years before we tied the knot.

Jide has a baby mama who has a 5 year old daughter for him. I have always known what I was getting into when I decided to marry Jide. I knew this woman would always be in his life cos they share a daughter. So, all her subtle attempts to cause drama, I just ignored her. She would flaunt the car he gave her because of their daughter on social media,etc…
Her daughter, now my step daughter was little bride at our wedding. We sent her pictures of her daughter at the wedding, this woman cropped my face out and left only her daughter and my husband and she tagged my husband when she posted the pictures.

I felt it was hilarious and shady, so I screenshotted it and post it. Alot of people made comments and I think some of my followers traced her page and discovered who she was. I think that is how my ex boyfriend also knew about her cos he liked the picture too.

The next thing I know, my ex boyfriend starts to like her and follow her on social media. Now, they are dating. I know that this arrangement is weird…why my ex boyfriend of all people…now you may ask: why do I care? Well…I don’t care…its just that this attempt to get to me maybe working a little.

Next thing I see post of their picture with tags: couple goals….when your ex marries their ex. I know that is definitely shade at me. I felt it was important to tell my husband and I did…and his reaction surprised me. He did not try to understand where I am coming from…instead, he got upset that I was bothered about his ex and my ex are doing…

But things took a different turn when it was her daughter’s birthday in November. My husband got angry that his baby mama took his daughter and went on vacation in Dubai with my ex. You see, this woman is wicked…why would she be doing this..
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I am Nnenna (Not real name). I am 27 years old and I just got married a month ago. Before I got married, my life was without any form of complication or drama. I grew up in a loving home of three children. I was the eldest. I have two siblings who I am five years older than. My parents never showed us anything apart from love.

However, when I got engaged to be married, my fiance and his family did all the necessary traditional rites to my parents, and the date for the wedding was fixed. Until my Aunty who I have never really met because she lives abroad just showed up and scattered everything. When she came to Nigeria, she sent a message that she wanted to see me. I received a WhatsApp message from her.

I got curious cos I never met her before even though I know I have an Aunt in UK. I called my mother to tell her and my mother was very scared. She said I should not answer the AUntie’s call and that I should block her. That she and the Auntie do not see eye to eye. And that if I see her, she would harm me. My mother made it seem like the woman was a witch.

I had no reason to doubt my mother, so I blocked this so-called Auntie. But this woman traced my fiance and told him that he should not marry me because there is a secret that my parents are keeping away from me and that a curse has been placed on me with that secret.

Now, I was really scared when my fiance told me this. Yet, my mother refused to tell me anything when we went to see her. My dad too kept mute. He just said I support your mother, stay away from that evil woman. I did not need anything else to confirm there was something fishy going on.

My fiance went ahead to call the Auntie again and asked her what the secret was. And that is how she told my fiance that my mother...
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