“Love is blindness, I don’t want to see
Your love has wrapped the night around me
Oh, my heart… love is blindness”. I whispered to her ear and she smiled. The kind of smile you see four or five times in a life time. But wait, it was a real smile. For the first time I have gotten a real smile from my fiancée. It shook the foundations of my soul as her lips beckoned for a kiss but I held myself back. That night we partied, Angela is a big masquerade so I set a big stage in my heart to contain her dance. Everybody was in high spirit and in the first week of August last year, I married her. We humbly walked on stilts to the alter of wedlock.
Our wedding was the hottest event in town. My dad made sure the “who is who” in the state attended. Angela’s dad outdid him and brought the entire country together. Our mothers made it so colorful, it looked like an inter house sport event. I sat with Angela looking quite bewildered. I saw this partial contact in her face, from her look one will think both of us were invited to watch other people. Perhaps her spirit and mind watched her body get married without being part of the entire process. I married her, done deal.
I had never been to the Mediterranean, so Ibiza was a perfect destination for a honeymoon. To impress my new wife, I could clutch the sun but she was like a stony drum if you know what I mean. Three day after our wedding, Angela kept every under lock and key. I met thighs of iron as resistance. The moon turned black and the stars were drowsy. The clouds formed a thick pool around my eyes. It was easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for me to know my wife. She won’t tell me why and he silence deroofed my world. I was in the winter of life with nothing to warm my days. I’m such a gentleman; you should give it up for me. I don’t force things, five days after my wedding; I am rolling stones from base to summit. I have become a coward in this endless mystery, I’ve braved my hard-on. People say “knife wey sharp no get handle and hand wey get handle no dey sharp”.
I sat at the bank of the river of matrimony. I never bargained for a bed strike. On the night of the sixth day after my wedding, I drank beyond my gauge. I was drunk and I stared at the man in the mirror and he told me that the lady on the bed is my business and I should handle my business. The wheels of wisdom seize their turnings as I once again knocked on the door of her emotions. But this time it was harder with fervor of a drunk. It was no more business as usual when she would bolt the door with a sigh and I will keep calm. How will a wife seal her aperture from her husband?
She shouts back at me, “you are crazy, stop this”. She cried for help. She must be such a fool to think my body is made up of firewood. Nothing could stop me as I clutched her pants down her thighs. She screamed and crawled but I took her hard until she became soft, tears dripped down as she cried silently. I tried to make it less violent as I broke in and out.

hmmmmmm captivating no doubt,


but you are still a rapist


now, continue the story please

bestestgirl:
hmmmmmm captivating no doubt,


but you are still a rapist


now, continue the story please

Hmmmm, to me he isn't a rapist o. He is called doctrine of necessity.

lyricalpontiff:


Hmmmm, to me he isn't a rapist o. He is called doctrine of necessity.

Nah it wasn't necessary to get drunk and force her, he could have just slipped a double dose of viagra (or any other such stimulant) into her drink and then wait for it.....

bestestgirl:

Nah it wasn't necessary to get drunk and force her, he could have just slipped a double dose of viagra (or any other such stimulant) into her drink and then wait for it.....

Plsss tell me more...

still following......