I looked into the mirror just before I headed out and for the first time in my life, I was truly happy. Beyond my amazing wedding dress and my stunning makeup, I knew that the heavens must really love me because I had finally reached my place of stability, my last bus stop.

Ours was love at first sight; like he would always say. To him, he was created to love me and it didn’t matter the time or the season as I would have still been his. We could stare at ourselves for several minutes never wanting to break the gaze. Ours was that kind of love that was so powerful, being just a few metres apart from ourselves felt like a long distance relationship even if we were under the same roof.

Sometimes, there was no need for words with Jason not because I was mad at him or anything but because the body language complimented whatever we were doing and even when we talked, we always found ourselves completing each other’s sentences. We totally adored ourselves and to us, sometimes s*-x was not too relevant, I mean, we could play under the sheets all day and night, cuddling, kissing and being intimate but no penetration not because we were not crazy about ourselves but because s*x had simply become an icing on the cake, the cake being our deep love. Our love was invigorating and I was so happy to finally have someone who loved me for me. Nothing to me could ruin our perfect love story or so I thought.

Jason was oblivious to my past as I made sure I never talked about it with him. That was a part of me that hurt deeply and I wasn’t willing to share with anyone, at least not for now. I was all shades of messed up before I met Jason. As a matter of fact, I could have sworn that I was cursed from birth or how else would one explain how I never got to even meet my mom as I was told she died whilst having me. And my dad, oh my lovely dad grieved his wife for a year and despite pleas to take another woman as his wife especially for my sake, he didn’t listen and he refused to take even a maid. I was raised by him alone and I did enjoy myself as he made sure I lacked nothing. He was my hero, yeahh he really was as I had no one besides him but when I clocked six, the whole story changed.

My father started coming home later than usual, always staggering in. I couldn’t quite comprehend what was wrong at that age but even I knew there was fire on the mountain when my dad started paying me visits in the night. He would tell me to be a good girl and open wide my legs which I did whilst crying because he always looked scary. Then my father would have s*_x with me and always groan like a beast as he would pull out and tell me to go back to sleep. This went on till I was eleven when I entered boarding school.

but even then, the damage had already been done. As I entered my teen years, I was already a s*_x addict and I couldn’t understand my insatiable appetite for s*_ex. It didn’t help matters that puberty was very kind to me, I was endowed in the right places amongst all my peers and so as long as you were a guy and you had something in between your legs, it didn’t matter if you were a security guard, or the principal, I slept with all.

There was no stopping me even all through my university days and I soon became very popular for my s*_xual escapades. I collected nothing from the men because I had little use for their money, my wonderful father gave me more than enough but my desire for s_*x was just unquenchable. And then I met Jason, a good man. Of all the men I have ever come across, he was the most sincere, he was the one who made me realise there was more to life than s*_x, he talked to me like he was God sent and made me believe I was a princess. He would always prod me about my past and I would always tell him to let it be and that I would tell him when the time was right. If only karma wasn’t a bitch. If only one could go free for every misdeed one does. If only wishes come true maybe my happiest day wouldn’t have turn out to be the worst day of my life.

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Too lom

Konji na bastard

Fake story. Which Nollywood movie be this

HOLLY GRAM NA Y I DE TALK SEY MAKE EVERYBODY GET DER OWN KALA. IF TOO SEY U GET KALA AND U DOG AM 4 UR BAG. U 4 USE AM BLAST EM BLOKOS. WTF MAN

Mmadu2:
Fake story. Which Nollywood movie be this

Did she say it was real?..this is clearly a fictional work..

Another Epistle that did not happened

Rydermaverick:

Did she say it was real?..this is clearly a fictional work..

Did she say it was fake anywhere. See for yourself

Mmadu2:


Did she say it was fake anywhere. See for yourself

If only you were quite good in "literature.."
Can't you see it was character driven not plot driven?

Rydermaverick:

If only you were quite good in "literature.."
Can't you see it was character driven not plot driven?

So now everyone on earth suddenly have a literature degree.

Mmadu2:


So now everyone on earth suddenly have a literature degree.

I am sorry if that hurt your intellect..
I was only saying you should know when a story ain't true and when it is..it's not about "literature degree"as you said..it's about deep reasoning..

Rydermaverick:

If only you were quite good in"literature.."
Can't you see it was character driven not plot driven?

You can only be good "at" a subject and not "in"

Bolarineliza202:

You can only be good "at" a subject and not "in"

Thanks for that..Literature is an art or artistic creation that uses means of expression through language...it mustn't be a subject aiit.
Do you get me now?

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Thank you..hope your day is going well?

Rydermaverick:

Thank you..hope your day is going well?

Oh,yeah.

Bolarineliza202:

Oh,yeah.

Enjoy..

Mmadu2:


So now everyone on earth suddenly have a literature degree.

Them done fall your hand .. every thread you dey enter ... The first thing you go type naa fake story.. the Manchi fall your hand wella

I say make I check the source fess, and I was right, it is tiktalk as usual. La click la bend.

ignis:
Too lom

lom too

Donaluta:


Them done fall your hand .. every thread you dey enter ... The first thing you go type naa fake story.. the Manchi fall your hand wella

Mutula! E dey pain you say I get sense pass you.

Pvssy is

Pvssy is just for satisfaction.