#Grim
Episode One
© Omotayo Olukemi Aiyemo
Staring at my wife as she laid innocently beside me, one part of me considered myself lucky…but the other part, I still can’t define.
She’s so admirably peaceful in sleep, I find it so damn difficult to resist the urge of planting a soft kiss on her forehead, so I allowed myself do just that.
She smiled in her sleep and this turned me on yet again. We just concluded another round of marathon s£x and I feel exhausted and I feel exhausted already but it seemed my 3rd leg is not. But then…one more r0und wouldn’t kill, or would it?
I dipped my hand into the duvet and started fondling her n1pple which responded immediately to my magical touch. She opened her eyes weakly and murmured .
“What are you saying?” I asked with a smiling face while my hand continued with the unfinished business.
” I’m tired honey, I truly am” she said weakly shutting her eyes afterwards.
I heard her clearly, yes I did but my brain couldn’t just accept to understand her statement…or maybe I did, but how on Earth would she refuse me?
I hated that, my head hated it, infact everything about me felt mad instantly which made me squeeze her n1pples hardly.
She opened her eyes wide in pain, I guessed it hurts her but hoped it hurts her more which would actually be a relief to what I was feeling already. I kept a straight face as she starred in bewilderment.
She didn’t say a word, neither did I, but it would have been pleasing if she had said something… just anything to confirm she’s pained would be soothing, but then she said nothing, like she normally does.
I squeezed again, not just the n1pple this time but also the whole right bre@st, wishing there’s much more I can squeeze.
“You’re hurting me” she said finally finding her words, which made me stop my madness at once. I couldn’t bare to look at her face, coolvalstories so I stood up and left for the bathroom.
I took my time to wash off myself, more of my head maybe it’ll help me stop the confusion that just found it’s way into it.
If I’m to be sincere with myself, I know that feelings had always been there, yeah that sudden rush of hatred, but I had done so well in suppressing it. But how could it just resurface with full magnitude just two nights after tying the knot with her? I love my wife so dearly, and I hope my love for her will conquer all.
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While I remained on the bed, I tried to understand what just happened. ” Did he just hurt me on purpose?” I thought. Many more preposterous thoughts ran through my head almost driving me nuts instantly. I needed something to keep my head together so I concluded right within me that I had refused him unmannerly hence his reaction. I knew this wasn’t right, but it’s just too early to be assuming things just two nights after our wedding, or what do you think?
But those eyes… even though I tried to admit they were unreadable, but I was sure they were ferocious… but like an understanding wife I should be, I won’t create any room for misapprehension so I let go of what he did… hopefully it doesn’t happen again.
I watched him stroll in gracefully from the bathroom, he was a sight to behold. He still got some water dripping from his neat hair cut making him appear like my movie god.
No! He wasn’t my movie god, that title is for just one person but regretfully he wasn’t.
Tade is handsome, but not as handsome as Olami… Stop! Why am I still referring to him as Olami instead of Olamilekan or Lekan for short
STOP IT!
“But why on Earth am I even in a state of comparison?” I thought, and switched back to reality that the man who just walked into the room, Tade is
my husband. The man whose thoughts alone should feel my head.
I just prayed he didn’t read my thoughts.
I had a mixed feeling if I should go to him, and apologize to undo the tension or just remain where I was. I stood up and joined him on the dressing chair. From behind, I allowed my hand ransack his wet hair and a soft m**n escaped his lips.
Apology isn’t needed no more.. let’s just enjoy this moment without interruption. I need not to be told how great an effect I have on him.
I continued rubbing his head until he brought my hands to his n1pples. He let out a rather too loud m**n but that shouldn’t be an issue.
He stood up after some minutes and started smooching me in a term I can only describe as roughly. I was enjoying the firmness at first but in no time it became too fierce to handle. At first,I thought my head was overreacting because I didn’t really want to go down this path again, but No, I wasn’t… He was just too rough on me.
” Tade, You’re hurting me again” I begged trying not to sound offensive.
But my words eventually became nothing but a fuel that was thought to be water to put out a little fire. He became more and more aggressive.
God forbids you read headlines of “wife died during s£x just days after wedding”.
In as much as I’ll do anything and everything within my power to make our union work, I refuse to die doing so, at least not this early. I needed to do something and immediately, but Tade doesn’t seem to be in mood for dialogue.
I was choking,..I needed to breathe now else I breathe no more.
With the last strength in me, I yanked him off and sank right into the bed exhaling aloud.
I stopped for a minute only to behold my husband’s motionless body resting on the wall…
To be continued….
