Title: LOVE STRIVE
Episode 7
Written By: Idama Maxwell
# unedited
After listening carefully to Tomiwa’s ugly story of molestation and rape, it was enough to authoritatively establish that there are lots of dark figures or unrecorded crimes in our police statistics especially sexu@l crimes associated with family, relatives and close friends. How on earth would a matron coverup such magnitude of sin perpetrated by her husband and sweep it under the carpet because they are trying to protect the title “clergy”? Indeed the world is truly evil “I wrestled between my thoughts and conscience”.
I hugged her passionately and consoled her, she cried till she had tears-drought, I could feel how exhausted she was crying without a drop of tears coming forth. I was happy she was able to speak up at this point because this will contribute immensely to part of her healing process. I had to enrolled her with a psychotherapist to help fight the trauma.
One fatefully evening, Tomiwa and I decided to make a meal in the kitchen, while she cooked, I helped in picking up ingredients and cutting some vegetables, it was real interesting and romantic I must confess. Love is sweet only when you are with the right person. Few minutes later, a call came in from my ex who had been struggling for a come back but I had made up my mind to move on with Tomiwa. After our conversation which lasted for about 10minutes I noticed Tomiwa’s facial expression was soured, I had already knew she was jealous about my call.
I got close to her, to clarify things and make her understand that I was done with my ex, before I could alter few words Tomiwa had pounced on me in a very aggressive manner, I tried to secure my self but she was too rigid and set for big fight, just while I tried to use the exit, the amateur athlete of a girl Tomiwa had gone twice as fast as me to shut the kitchen door. It got really tough, I had never beaten a woman before, while I yelled at her she got more aggressive that I almost thought she was possessed.
For safety, I held her two hands together and threw her in collision with the wall, she fell down, I was struck with fear that I had committed murder, who would ever hear this story and believe my narration. I quickly moved closer to hear and held her closely to be sure she had no dislocation or injuries. I started cuddling and petting her as I pleaded continuously.
Finally, she gained full consciousness, I quickly did a sign of the cross to validate my thanks to God for preserving her life, because the push was too hard. Bringing my head down, I noticed her hands was on my pipe, then I remembered an adage from my grand dad which reads “no matter the quarrel between a man’s p***s and a mosquito or fly which perch on it, there is always an amicable way to drive it away”. My mind was running through lots of things, as I prayed internally that she doesn’t squeeze or malhandle it. Unless for me to notice that she was busy caressing and mo@ning softly.
She dragged out my pipe from my joggers and began to s#ck it, should this be fun? No, it shouldn’t, because I was enveloped my fear. If the hormone God placed on a man’s pipe was to be given an occupation, then I think it should be an Infantry Soldier, because it is too agile and active. In the midst of this mix feelings my pipe had stretched as she massages and s#cked it. She immediately dragged me towards the slab and raised her gown up, truly it was a strike for the number nine player, hitting he net from behind.
She screamed at the top of her voice then I understood how fantastic the shorts were hitting directly int0 the net, while I kept trust1ng int0 her I perceived the smell of something burning. Hold on babe, our food is burning, we quickly rushed to put of the gas, indeed we had already gotten a black pot. Don’t worry finish eating this “she pointed at her v@gina”, I will make you something else to add to this meal “she dragged me closer and kissed me”.
Hope I won’t soon get addicted to this? Where the exact thoughts hitting me while I made l0ve to her again.
TO BE CONTINUED…
