There was no one among their pals who wasn't jealous of Obum and Neme's relationship. Though it wasn't like it was all perfect and faultless, or that they didn't have problems. But what fascinated people was the couple's ability to settle their issues amicably with out serious fights or arguments .
To neme, obum was the most adorable loving man she had ever met. He wasn't over protective or arrogant. He didn't question her every whereabout like most other guys would. And what pleased her the most was that even though he worked a lot, he was always there whenever she needed him.
They had been together for about 4years now, they had met at her NYSC camp and they both started developing feelings for each other. And before anyone could say jack, they were already a couple.
In the past years, they had gone through a lot. Arguments, issues and some other problems people in relationships face, but they always found their way back to each other. She already introduced him to her parents, and they liked him a lot. He was kind, friendly, down to earth and he was a good Christian. Her mother wouldn't let her rest on the issue of marriage.
"When would you two get married?" Her mun would always ask.
She would just laugh it off telling her that it would happen soon. Neme never really disturbed herself on the issue of marriage, but she was really starting to give it a thought now. She didn't know why he hadn't proposed yet. They both loved each other, and in their love also lay a strong unbreakable friendship. 'Maybe he wasn't ready' she would say. And not wanting to pester him, she decided to wait a little longer.
Their fourth year anniversary was two days away, and neme had been thinking of the perfect gift him. She knew getting him a wrist watch or a perfume wouldn't mean so much cuz he had lots of that already. After hours of pondering, she decided to make him a home cooked candle light dinner.
........
With one day left till their anniversary, she still hadn't put the dinner plans together. She quickly grabbed her purse and went out. From shops, to markets , to stores... She picked the best of the best. After she had got the ingredients, candles and table layout for the dinner.. She stopped by a lingerie shop to pick an outfit for their special night tomorrow. She wanted to surprise him, they had never had sex before. Yeah, Never! She was sure her friends would not even believe that. Obum never liked her touching him in sensitive places , and he always made it clear, he always said that as a Christian, he believed in waiting until marriage which was still very weird considering he was a guy. Though she was glad that he found it necessary to wait, but she couldn't wait any longer.
*****
She had bought the perfect lingerie and planned to use it to serve her purpose. She was going to sleep with him tonight. After all, his problem was waiting till marriage, so when she proposed to him as she had in mind, he wouldn't have any other objections.
Yes,
she was goin to propose to him, there was no longer need to put things on hold.. The guy didn't always have to be the first to make a move right? So SHE was going to propose to HIM.
At 6:30pm, she started getting the table and the meal ready. Obum usually got back at 8pm. So everything had to be set b4 he got back. At 7:25 all was set and what was left was for her to change into her sexy lingerie. 7:50, she went to change. The lingerie was beautiful. The satin and lacy red material which adorned the outfit added an extra aura of sexiness to it. She looked at herself in the mirror and she was amazed. She looked different..... and beautiful.
At exactly 8pm, she stepped into the dinning room, her hot lingerie, scented candles,dim light which played around her gorgeous skin and the smell of home cooked meal just made the scene heavenly.
8:20pm, there was no sign of any car coming through the gates. Traffic must be heavy or something. That was why she disliked driving. Hot weather, smoke, dust, traffic, it was just too tiring. She started playing around with her blackberry torch fone which she just got about a month ago, chatting with a friend..though it wasn't like her mind was there.
8:55pm ; oh shit, he still wasn't back. She started pacing up and down the room, what could be keeping him now?.
9:15pm still no sign. Okay now she was worried, she picked up her phone and dialed his number...nothing. She tried again and this time it went to voice mail after about four to five rings.
"I'm working leave a message" she heard his cool masculine voice say at the other end. The sweetness of the voice alone calmed her a little. She literally hated his company for making him work late even on his own birthday. Too bad, their well planned dinner was ruined. Well, she was still goin to propose any way. It was a good thing she had ordered a cake just in case. She picked up the cake and her keys , changed to a plain jean and dark peach designer top ,blew out the candles and left.
The parking garage at the accounting firm where Obum worked was nearly empty, so finding a place to park didn't prove a problem as usual. She carried the cake from the passenger seat of her car, walked out of the car park into the building and headed for the elevator. His office was on the 11th floor, so she had to spend a while in this box thingy.(Elevator)
He was going to be so surprised. She was nevous and scared at the same time. Scared because she wondered what she would do if his answer was No, or if he said he wasn't ready. Trying to be optimistic, she kept on walking, down the long straight hallway which led to his office.
His secretary already left she noticed. oh well, that meant more privacy for them in case he decided to take her right there in his office when he saw the lingerie she wore beneath her clothing. ...straightening her hair and jean, She walked into his office.... holding his cake in her hand, a large smile on her face....
"Sugar...! Happy anni.... "
She stopped short, as if transfixed, she was numb. All the saliva in her mouth had dried up. She was staring at the unimaginable, the forbidden... There on the table was her boyfriend, The guy she was about to make her fiancé...... He was kissing another MAN!
May 11, 2011
May 10, 2011
My sweet daddy
Its my 18th birthday tomorrow, my daddy has planned a really massive party for me, dinner at a chinese restaurant and clubbing later at our pent house .I knew he wanted to invite some international celebrities too. I sent out invitations like a week ago, I was so excited. I had waited a long time for my 18th birthday when I'd finally cross over to the next stage in life. Freedom to do what I pleased, I could stay wherever I wanted to. My life would be bliss from now on.
I hardly slept a wink, and got up before my alarm set for 6am rang. I was all giggly and bubbly and I just couldn't seem to get settled. At about past 8 I already started getting messages, emails, notifications from facebook and mentions on twitter. A thousand calls came in too. I felt so loved :) . The pent house was being readied for the party later in the night, I had gotten two cakes already and it was just some minutes to 10am.
My dad sent for me, I was told he was outside with my brother. I was starting to wonder why I hadn't seen him at all this morning anyway. I stepped out of the house and walked to the 5 plots garage which held over 15 of the most exotic cars imaginable. My dad was standing at the farthest end with a large grin on his face. 'What could he be up to now?' I wondered. I strolled towards him still curious.
I almost tripped over my self when I saw it..m the latest Chevrolet Cruze Eco ride, in all its glory and glimmer. Shining like a million diamonds,with its thick tinted windows and gold studded rims . Its glamour took my breath away. I started jumping and screaming like a crazy person. I ran and gave him a wide bear hug, still stunned. "My poochie poochie" that was what I called my dad. I was so happy that he had gotten me this. He was my one and only. Since my mother died, he's been my source of joy, the only one i have left. My brother and I are his only children and in his own words 'his reason for living'. And having each other, we need no one else.
The day went by fast, more cakes, gifts, more calls and texts. Lots of friends, family and a million and one people. the dinner at the restaurant happened quickly as everybody was eager for the main party . We eventually got to the pent house and the DJ was already jamming songs and all. I went to my room to change and found a dress on my bed. It was beautiful.
"I see you like it" a voice said from behind me.
It was my dad, I knew. I smiled and said I did like it a lot. I changed quickly and climbed up to the pent house to join my other friends . I didn't take long before I started drinking away and dancing with all my energy. It was a good thing the party was at my house. I couldn't imagine getting wasted at a random club. At the point when I got tired I decided to leave the crowd and go crash in my room.
I took of my clothes and changed to my nightie. I washed all my makeup off, turned up the air conditioner before going to finally going to my bed.
It must have been an hour later, or maybe two when I heard a knock on my door. Maybe a friend of mine needed somethi
ng. I opened the door..
"Daddy...?". "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
"No dear, I just want to talk to you"
I let him in, thinking what could be so urgent that he wouldn't wait till morning. I went back to lie in bed, and he came to sit beside me.
"Okay daddy, talk to me"
"My love," he said stroking my face softly with the back of his index finger. He then continued to stroke my hair, still saying nothing. I was getting worried, he started touching my hands and rubbing my neck. His hands then slipped and cupped my left breast..
"Daddy, what are you doing?"
"Shhh...baby, I want you"
'Want'?? Did my daddy just say want??
"Daddy you're drunk, go back to bed"
"I want you honey, I need to feel you. It has been a long time since I felt the touch of a woman. I need that now"
I was confused, shocked what was my daddy saying?, what did he mean by all this, how could a father want his own daughter?. By now he was getting aggressive , his breathing getting heavier and his eyes growing deeper. He was touching me everywhere, he started caressing both my breast and rubbing my thighs and squeezing my waist.
I have never been with a guy before and all these strange responses my body gave to his touches scared me a whole lot. The fact that he was even touching me in such a way scared me even more.
I thought to scream cuz whatever got over him seemed to get stronger. As if sensing what I was thinking, he covered my mouth with one hand and used the second to lift my short nightie. I was crying, that was all I seemed able to do at that moment. I struggled and pushed, I wriggled left and right trying to get out of his grip, but that seemed to arouse him even more. For minutes, I battled with him, trying to protect my virginity. I was losing, my strength was slipping away. When he noticed I had lost the strength to scream, he let go of my mouth.
"Daddy please, I beg you. Don't do this. Don't let the devil take over you"
But his wasn't even listening, his eyes seemed distant and I was sure the only thing that was working at that moment was his cock. He was still working his way up my nightie which was easy because I never wore panties to sleep except when I was on my period.
"Daddy, please" I kept begging
"Sweetheart you're going to enjoy this" he replied, his voice thick and hoarse.
I couldn't believe what was happening. My daddy, the only man that loved and protected me all my life...
He held me, kissing my neck, squeezing my nipples and sucking my lips all at the same time. I was devastated.
And then, like a rush of wind, he was inside me. Without care or even shame, my daddy thrust his huge manhood into me. The same man who swore would never hurt me. That he would never let any harm come my way. That same man just took away the thing I valued and cherished the most, my virginity. The man from whose sperm I was formed... I wept, my eyes feeling like they'd fall anytime soon. But he didn't care, he just kept moving in and out. Faster and faster he went, on and on without pity or remorse. With each thrust, I lost everything, I lost my love for him, I lost my trust and belief in him, I lost every sense of happiness and every ability to feel whole again. With each thrust I lost my pride, my integrity and most of all, I lost my dignity.
There was nothing left, I was just an empty being clothed with flesh. As his seed poured into me, I wanted to bite, scratch and do all kinds of terrible things to him. But I had lost my strength. There was no fight left inside of me. He was done, he got up and moved towards the door... A smirk on his face.
"That was beautiful my dear"
I spat at his feet, "Monster!"
He just laughed, turned around and left.
Leaving me to face the trauma of our encounter...
Throughout the night I couldn't close my eyes, each time I blinked, it all came pouring back. I didn't leave my room thru out that day, I refused to speak to anybody because what had transpired last night was not a story to be told. I was thirsty but I couldn't drink, hungry but couldn't eat. Every essence of life meant nothing to me at the moment. Each time I remembered, fresh tears poured down my eyes. By each passing minute, the realization of what he had done dawned on me. I was raped by my Father!
He came again that night, and every night after that. He seemed to have found me pleasurable tho I can't imagine how logically possible that was. The days I showed any form of reluctance, he would get body guards to tie me down, and he would do with my body what he pleased.
His molestations continued and there was nothing I could do, he had threatened to take my eyes out if I ever told anyone about it. And after what he did to me, I knew he would pull that off.
Each and everyday, my father violated me,I became a shadow of myself. A skeleton of the once chubby girl everyone knew. My sweet daddy, suddenly turned into a monster overnight. My happiest dream suddenly became my worst nightmare. The man I used to love, I now hated and despised.
the sense of betrayal i feel can never be taken away. and i would forever live with that hurt and the pain of defilement.
I hardly slept a wink, and got up before my alarm set for 6am rang. I was all giggly and bubbly and I just couldn't seem to get settled. At about past 8 I already started getting messages, emails, notifications from facebook and mentions on twitter. A thousand calls came in too. I felt so loved :) . The pent house was being readied for the party later in the night, I had gotten two cakes already and it was just some minutes to 10am.
My dad sent for me, I was told he was outside with my brother. I was starting to wonder why I hadn't seen him at all this morning anyway. I stepped out of the house and walked to the 5 plots garage which held over 15 of the most exotic cars imaginable. My dad was standing at the farthest end with a large grin on his face. 'What could he be up to now?' I wondered. I strolled towards him still curious.
I almost tripped over my self when I saw it..m the latest Chevrolet Cruze Eco ride, in all its glory and glimmer. Shining like a million diamonds,with its thick tinted windows and gold studded rims . Its glamour took my breath away. I started jumping and screaming like a crazy person. I ran and gave him a wide bear hug, still stunned. "My poochie poochie" that was what I called my dad. I was so happy that he had gotten me this. He was my one and only. Since my mother died, he's been my source of joy, the only one i have left. My brother and I are his only children and in his own words 'his reason for living'. And having each other, we need no one else.
The day went by fast, more cakes, gifts, more calls and texts. Lots of friends, family and a million and one people. the dinner at the restaurant happened quickly as everybody was eager for the main party . We eventually got to the pent house and the DJ was already jamming songs and all. I went to my room to change and found a dress on my bed. It was beautiful.
"I see you like it" a voice said from behind me.
It was my dad, I knew. I smiled and said I did like it a lot. I changed quickly and climbed up to the pent house to join my other friends . I didn't take long before I started drinking away and dancing with all my energy. It was a good thing the party was at my house. I couldn't imagine getting wasted at a random club. At the point when I got tired I decided to leave the crowd and go crash in my room.
I took of my clothes and changed to my nightie. I washed all my makeup off, turned up the air conditioner before going to finally going to my bed.
It must have been an hour later, or maybe two when I heard a knock on my door. Maybe a friend of mine needed somethi
ng. I opened the door..
"Daddy...?". "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
"No dear, I just want to talk to you"
I let him in, thinking what could be so urgent that he wouldn't wait till morning. I went back to lie in bed, and he came to sit beside me.
"Okay daddy, talk to me"
"My love," he said stroking my face softly with the back of his index finger. He then continued to stroke my hair, still saying nothing. I was getting worried, he started touching my hands and rubbing my neck. His hands then slipped and cupped my left breast..
"Daddy, what are you doing?"
"Shhh...baby, I want you"
'Want'?? Did my daddy just say want??
"Daddy you're drunk, go back to bed"
"I want you honey, I need to feel you. It has been a long time since I felt the touch of a woman. I need that now"
I was confused, shocked what was my daddy saying?, what did he mean by all this, how could a father want his own daughter?. By now he was getting aggressive , his breathing getting heavier and his eyes growing deeper. He was touching me everywhere, he started caressing both my breast and rubbing my thighs and squeezing my waist.
I have never been with a guy before and all these strange responses my body gave to his touches scared me a whole lot. The fact that he was even touching me in such a way scared me even more.
I thought to scream cuz whatever got over him seemed to get stronger. As if sensing what I was thinking, he covered my mouth with one hand and used the second to lift my short nightie. I was crying, that was all I seemed able to do at that moment. I struggled and pushed, I wriggled left and right trying to get out of his grip, but that seemed to arouse him even more. For minutes, I battled with him, trying to protect my virginity. I was losing, my strength was slipping away. When he noticed I had lost the strength to scream, he let go of my mouth.
"Daddy please, I beg you. Don't do this. Don't let the devil take over you"
But his wasn't even listening, his eyes seemed distant and I was sure the only thing that was working at that moment was his cock. He was still working his way up my nightie which was easy because I never wore panties to sleep except when I was on my period.
"Daddy, please" I kept begging
"Sweetheart you're going to enjoy this" he replied, his voice thick and hoarse.
I couldn't believe what was happening. My daddy, the only man that loved and protected me all my life...
He held me, kissing my neck, squeezing my nipples and sucking my lips all at the same time. I was devastated.
And then, like a rush of wind, he was inside me. Without care or even shame, my daddy thrust his huge manhood into me. The same man who swore would never hurt me. That he would never let any harm come my way. That same man just took away the thing I valued and cherished the most, my virginity. The man from whose sperm I was formed... I wept, my eyes feeling like they'd fall anytime soon. But he didn't care, he just kept moving in and out. Faster and faster he went, on and on without pity or remorse. With each thrust, I lost everything, I lost my love for him, I lost my trust and belief in him, I lost every sense of happiness and every ability to feel whole again. With each thrust I lost my pride, my integrity and most of all, I lost my dignity.
There was nothing left, I was just an empty being clothed with flesh. As his seed poured into me, I wanted to bite, scratch and do all kinds of terrible things to him. But I had lost my strength. There was no fight left inside of me. He was done, he got up and moved towards the door... A smirk on his face.
"That was beautiful my dear"
I spat at his feet, "Monster!"
He just laughed, turned around and left.
Leaving me to face the trauma of our encounter...
Throughout the night I couldn't close my eyes, each time I blinked, it all came pouring back. I didn't leave my room thru out that day, I refused to speak to anybody because what had transpired last night was not a story to be told. I was thirsty but I couldn't drink, hungry but couldn't eat. Every essence of life meant nothing to me at the moment. Each time I remembered, fresh tears poured down my eyes. By each passing minute, the realization of what he had done dawned on me. I was raped by my Father!
He came again that night, and every night after that. He seemed to have found me pleasurable tho I can't imagine how logically possible that was. The days I showed any form of reluctance, he would get body guards to tie me down, and he would do with my body what he pleased.
His molestations continued and there was nothing I could do, he had threatened to take my eyes out if I ever told anyone about it. And after what he did to me, I knew he would pull that off.
Each and everyday, my father violated me,I became a shadow of myself. A skeleton of the once chubby girl everyone knew. My sweet daddy, suddenly turned into a monster overnight. My happiest dream suddenly became my worst nightmare. The man I used to love, I now hated and despised.
the sense of betrayal i feel can never be taken away. and i would forever live with that hurt and the pain of defilement.
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