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Lumilamzy45 2 yrs 595
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Who Is At Fault?
~2.6 mins read
Good morning people...
Read read through and tell me who was stupid here, the boy or the girl or both of them ?
And when they were speaking to each other it was like there was nothing wrong in the world, they could never be unhappy or sad in those moments.
One day, the girl texted the boy and he didn’t reply which was most unusual. She tried again but to no avail. Finally, she called him but there was no answer.
An entire day passed and the boy was not available through phone or text. The girl started getting worried that something was definitely wrong.
That second night, the girl couldn’t sleep and stayed up all night worrying and crying. It was then she realized just how much the boy actually meant to her.
The next morning however, she received a call. It was the boy! She was so happy and as soon as she picked up the call…
Boy: Hey!
Girl: I’m so glad to hear from you, what happened?
Boy: I… I was… busy.
[The girl knew that something was off but she couldn’t ask.]
[silence]
Boy: You know what, we should stop this. We shouldn’t talk any more.
Girl: [stunned silence] What? Why?
Boy: Sorry. Bye.
[Boy cuts the call. The girl cannot believe it, it’s as if she has lost a part of her.]
All their past conversations started flashing in front of her eyes.
She started crying, tears were streaming down her face.
She was lost and confused.
She felt broken, sad and alone.
She was standing on the roof and wanted to jump.
He was the one for her, why had he done that?
“Why?!” she yelled as loudly as she could from the roof.
Then she decided she was going to try and win him back.
[She dialled his number]
Girl: Hey
Boy: What did you call me for?
Girl: I need to say something.
Boy: Go ahead.
Girl: I wanted to say just one thing…
[Her voice choked. “He doesn’t care about me,” she thought.]
Boy: Say it!
Girl: Are you okay?
[Silence]
The tears were streaming down her face again. She hung up, and decided to write a note and ran out of the house with it.
[Six hours passed]
[Phone rings in boy’s room]
It’s the girls mom. She tells him that the girl got hit by a car when she was on her way to see the boy and that she’s admitted in the hospital.
The boy rushed to see her.
He reached and took her name, she opened her eyes.
Boy: Please be okay, I’m so sorry.
Girl: Why did you do that?
Boy: I have a heart condition and I don’t have many days to live. I didn’t want to hurt you.
Girl closes her eyes, never to wake up again.
Lumilamzy45 2 yrs 482
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Learn From This.
~2.0 mins read
Alex who was suffering from cancer had lived his whole life inside the house being taken care of by his mother.
One day he wanted to go outside,. His mother was hesitant but reluctantly agreed. He was sick of always being at home and she knew that. She let him go for a walk down the street.
He walked past a lot of stores and came across one particular one that sold CDs. He went inside. He saw the prettiest girl he had ever seen there and he knew immediately that he loved her. It was a classic case of love at first sight.
He walked up to the desk behind which she was working. He could not seem to notice anything else except her. She looked up at him and smiled. “Can I help you?” said she in the sweetest voice ever. He just wanted to kiss her right then and there, but he managed to think of something.
“I, uh, I want to buy a CD,” he said. He picked up a random one and paid the girl.
“Would you like that wrapped?” she asked him, flashing him the cutest smile once again.
He nodded, and she went to get the supplies she needed.
She came back, wrapped the CD, and he took it and left.
The next day the boy went back and bought another CD, got it wrapped same as usual. He really wanted to ask her out but he didn’t have the courage. The boy repeated the same thing for the next few weeks. He put every CD in his closet.
The mom found out about this and asked him to just ask her out, so the next day when he went to buy the CD, while the girl went to get the wrapping paper, he wrote his number and left.
[A few days later, the phone rings]
Boy’s mom picked up, it was the girl. She wanted to speak to the boy. The mom (sobbing) told the girl that he passed away last week.
Later, the mom wanted to remember her son so she went to his room and opened his closet. There she found all the unopened CDs. She opened one and it had a note. It was from the girl. “Hi, I think you’re really cute, do you want to go out?”
She opened one more. There was one more piece of paper, and the same thing in the next CD and so on…
But its too late now, he's far gone, just memories of his smile and how he looked in her eyes were left.
Lumilamzy45 2 yrs 527
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Building A Better Nigeria.
~1.2 mins read
Coming from an angle where things are hardly seen or heard, the ghetto where i reside, "Nobody sees or hears anything' so many outrageous criminal offense the government doesn't know about and we're clamouring for a better Nigeria?
Actions that kills Nigeria is the amount of Negative words we speak daily without weighing it. Many times my friends speak of how terrible things are, the uncomfortable nature of provisions, and basic amenities for livelihood, makes them end up saying "Nigeria no be better country" "Nigeria no fit good again"
To be sincere, I have fallen victim to saying such things but looking at it, my heart wishes things were better, so i tell them to speak positive things to Nigeria, rather say " Nigeria will be better" " Nigeria just needs to wake up" "Nigeria is responsible for my wellbeing and it wont make me uncomfortable"
Endeavor to keep Nigeria clean and neat always, make sure you little surrounding looks that "Yankee" or "ogbodoyinbo' you've been wishing to travel to, avoid throw objects outside your vehicle or even on public properties, rather look for a trash bin and if you don't find any, put it in your pocket for a while, that way, we're building an environmental friendly Nigeria free from hazards and little did you know that the biscuit wraps you throw carelessly is also capable of carelessly blocking the drainage ?
The eyes of the government are the citizen, therefore report to the police at any given opportunity case that might be harmful to either your society or the country at large. Let's play our part right as citizens, we're not divided Nigerians, we're one.
Lumilamzy45 2 yrs 562
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Helping Teenagers.
~4.7 mins read
What are the challenges Teenagers and young adult face"
I for one could personally relate with this because growing up as a creative teenager made me feel a whole lot of emotions. From seeking love where ever i could get it to losing my confidence, I slowly slipped into depression because it felt as tho nobody understood where i was coming from. Sometimes I would listen to music on the radio or surf the internet to ease my never ending worries, trying hard to get rid of my emotions, every night felt darker that the previous night and them my hormones became really active. I wanted to feel touched differently, i wanted it so bad. It took over me completely.
I remember vividly seeing a the opposite sex on the internet for the first time. That was on a Sunday night. My mother didn't let us have phones at an early age so she rather would give us her phone to browse and do assignments with till and ad with a naked body jumped up. Out of curiosity, i clicked on it and there it was in full. ( well my brother caught me that night and i was dumbfounded😂😂😂😂😂 )
It aroused me so bad i wanted more. I remember how I would tell my friends about what i watched last night and how it made me feel, of course they too did the things i saw as exciting and it went on and on. From skipping classes to watch pornography to becoming an addict, sexualizing the skirts in school, it felt right to me but deep down, i was in pain. Being in conflict with myself everytime never felt peaceful.
And then the family at home. Everytime i went home, I felt everyone went against what i wanted.. I mean, sagging my pants to dreading my hair and flying my collars, i went totally irresponsible. So i locked myself up, avoiding everybody just to please myself for the moment... Soon it reflected in my results. I slipped from 3rd to 16th to the last number in the class. I withdrew from my family because i didn't see the love. I remember one time i told my mother i was going to run away from the house, she took a pause and looked me in the eye and said "when you're ready, let me know because i need to cook"
Apparently she knew i was just having my teen years and i just needed time to heal.
When i look back now, i just laugh at the silly old me.
In all of this, i just needed the right set of people to talk to.
My school organized a seminar highlighting Teenagers and issues we are most likely going to face.. Oh lord, it was as if the speaker knew me from scratch. He spoke in detail everything that he went through and for a second I could relate so well.
At the end of the seminar i felt too shy to meet him in person so i asked for the tape. After that day, i totally forgot all that was said and slipped back to my normal self. But then, it was like i could hear his voice over and over again, more like hos voice saying "there's a better me behind messing up"... So i took that phrase and channelled it positively. Instead of being so worried, i took a look at the mirror to admire the fine young man i was becoming, i would challenge myself to write lyrics even if my voice sounded like a crying frog, I stopped talking to the friends that highlighted porn as a "big boy doings" and spoke to people about what they were facing at home and if i could be of any help. By encouraging them, i felt at peace with myself. Maybe this is the better me Mr. Speaker saw.
Many Teenagers in my shoes are facing a lot of societal problems, some even running faster than their shadows, peer pressure really affecting our teenagers. Some are losing inspiration to their future ambitions, the streets are taking over the teenagers.
According to statistics, the modern society shows that there a lot of problems, especially problems related with teenagers. A lot of factors come into play in this situation. For example, some teenagers felt lack of love from their parents so they turn to drugs for help to feel "alive"
Drugs between teenagers is the most serious problem, because it causes a change in the behavior of any person and a physical change too. Most of the teenagers used them as an escape from their problems or sometimes they used them because of their friend's influence.
Alcoholism is a society's sickness that affects all people, from teenagers to older ones. I remember my first alcohol, i felt i was a bug boy and i just wanted more.
It is consider as a modern way to have fun and if you drink alcohol you are accepted between your "friends"
Slowly it was killing me.
People who drink alcohol think that they can forget their problems and go out from reality if they do that. But the truth is it is very bad to drink alcohol because it can turn in an addiction and when a person drinks, he or she isn't in their 5 felts to take any decision.
Another problem is the prostitution. Most teenagers have to do this because they don't find a good job and they need money to do a lot of things. With this problem they can became sick with diseases. Another consequence can be teen pregnancy because they don't have a good education and they don't know way to carry themselves.
What do we do to help Teenagers?
Correct them in love regardless of how they might appear. Do not forget we all went through the phase. So do not cast them away, rather draw them close to you.
Get involved with the things they love to do as well, as long as it's not illegal.
Be creative with them as well.
Just like i needed help then, i wanted someone to see my creative side, someone who would invest in me, but nobody was there to help me.
We can do a lot of saving if we believe in our teenagers today.
Remember, they're the leaders of tomorrow, and we need to secure our today to have a better tomorrow. !!
Thanks for reading.
Lumilamzy45 2 yrs 795
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What Makes A Man Wealthy.
~1.4 mins read
To someone who needs to read this...
Perspectives matters. Sometimes we're being swayed by situations, forgetting what we once aspired to be but that's life isn't it? Just like two sides of a coin. You cant have both sides at once.
I remember those days i only had a pair of sneakers that had worn out, momma took those shoes everyday polished and made me feel like a king in them. My friends on the other hand couldn't explain why i felt so happy... Sometimes they wouldn't associate with me because i was not as rich as they were. By rich, i mean buying snacks and food with a bottle of pepsi.
But I remained focus and steadfast, holding on to Momma's religious beliefs that if you hold God tight, he'll never let go.
Sometimes i felt suicidal, asking myself what it would be like if I ended it all, that means my friends would have been right that i was nothing profitable to the society or my family
But you see the determination of a man is what brings a successful wealthy man to existence. You'll fail, no doubt, countless times I'd feel confused but the determination to create a name for myself kept me going.
Whatever situation you are in right now, there's a better position waiting for YOU, just believe the process and trust God.
So why don't you make yourself happy?
Stop worrying about the "what if it doesn't work out" "nobody loves me" "because im broke, i cant achieve anything" and focus more on the postives... Imagine yourself riding the most expensive cars, helping others see the value in themselves as well...
You need to to wake up my friends. Life is short. Live it and enjoy it!
I do hope you had a nice read.
- Lami.
Lumilamzy45 2 yrs 378
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Medical Pleasure
~8.4 mins read
The content here are highly rated... You might want to tilt your phone a little to yourself if you're in public!. R18+!
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"Tony i need you to drive me to the ophthalmologist today..."
And so the story begins...
A young marriage lady who clearly isn't satisfied with her husband sexually. She's against all odds and tries to find satisfaction by any means.
With beautiful confidence and cropped platinum blonde curls, she answered simply, “I’m doing well.”
He offered her the patient’s chair and turned off the lights.
“Having any problems with your eyes?”
“This is just a routine checkup.” She smiled, despite the dark.
“Let’s have a look-see,” he said in an easy-going doctorly tone.
Dr. Mahoney adjusted the large awkward phoropter in front of Michelle’s sweet face. “If you’ll please lean forward so the bridge of your nose is touching the device.”
She shifted slightly in the chair. Dr. Mahoney rolled toward her on his low stool. His fresh cologne, a clean scent that matched his easy coolness, wafted from him and into her narrow nose. Pleasant and attractive.
The doctor continued his examination. He flipped a few lenses so she was looking at a blurry room. A few more lens changes, and her vision of the room focused.
“There is a row of letters on the wall. Read the smallest row,” he said.
She squinted. “Y U X T B E.”
“Very good.” He adjusted the lenses again. “Can you read the bottom row?”
“Oh my god!” Michelle backed away from the device, giggling to the handsome man before her. “Doctor, I am going to read what I see, okay? Consider that a warning.” He nodded and she moved back into place against the phoropter. “I see an F and a U, a C, and a K.”
Dr. Mahoney chuckled. “Not quite, but pretty good.”
“Do you put bad words on the wall to confuse patients?” She then lowered her voice. “Because, if you did, then I would like to read more.”
“I’m afraid you missed that row of letters, Michelle.”
“How bad was I off?”
“Overall, you’re doing fine.” He moved the phoropter to the side and sat directly before her. “I’m going to shine a bright light in your eye. Keep your focus over my shoulder.”
He leaned forward with his small light. Michelle felt him close to her, that same clean scent hung between them. Staring forward, she noticed his fresh, cut dark hair. His crested ear with a lobe she would love to nibble.
“Michelle, I need you to keep your eyes straight, looking over my shoulder.”Sorry. It was the light.”
She focused more intently over his shoulder. Feeling him so close though, she allowed her legs to open as her skirt permitted, being innocent. For a brief electrifying moment, the doctor’s and her knees brushed.
“Excuse me,” Dr. Mahoney said.
“No, excuse me.” Michelle spoke sultry. But she let her knees close in upon his knee. “I didn’t mean to.”
Dr. Mahoney was quiet, steady, calculating. So he began his pursuit. He moved closer to her and pressed his hand on her warm thigh, just above her knee. Meanwhile, he continued examining her eyes with the bright light. Yet, it was no longer the exam she had scheduled for late that afternoon.
“Which is better. This one—” He massaged her thigh. “—or this.” His hand slid higher, under the light fabric of her skirt until his fingers touched her panties, the crease where her thigh met her hip.
She yipped at his touch. The suspense had caught her off guard. She had been wondering how far his hand would explore, enjoying the rough, strong hand that had inched farther and higher.
She gathered her wits and expelled the tension from her chest. “The second one, definitely.”
“How about this?” He shifted his stool in front of her and put his other hand on her thigh. She felt his warm hand grip her flesh. He then dug his hand under the skirt and moved deeper.
“This is much, much better than before,” Michelle whispered.
“I thought so,” he said sternly, just as his other hand reached her hip.
His fingers burrowed beyond the elastic bands of her panties and traveled around to dig firmly into her fleshy ass.
His firm torso was in her lap. She looked down at the perfect part in his hair, the brown hair darkened further by the low lighting, his solid brow. Then his eyes glanced upward, meeting hers. It was again electric. He would only allow it for a moment.
He jerked her to the edge of the patient’s chair. Her ass was barely on the seat and her panties were at her knees. His hands gripped the milky white flesh of her legs.
He kept her trapped in the chair. Eyes stern and unwavering, fierce even. She wasn’t with the doctor who had welcomed her, smiling, into his office, who had begun examining her vision. This now was a beast. And he had transformed before her, ethereally. No overt action. Unnoticeable until unveiled.
He grew taller, he grew silent, he grew statuesque, he silent, he grew statuesque, he grew ominous. Still she had a stimulating concern for an unknown sadistic nature. Her heart sped up. She felt off-kilter, her neck strained. His calloused hands gripped her tighter. A harsh massage along her legs hurt her tendons and muscles. With a further shift, those masculine hands clutched her ankles without mercy. The hold clenched her as she went backward. A rush of cool air hit her when her skirt fell. She realized she had been slowly laid back in the examination chair. Her feet were higher than her head. Through it all, her small, red panties remained in place at her knees.
Dr. Mahoney removed one of her red-bottomed stiletto heels and then the other. He set the Christian Louboutin pair on a counter on top of the digital images of her retina.
He was out of view briefly, and he reappeared beside her. She saw his dick out. Before her mind could register, he dragged the hardness over her face. He outlined the curve of her high cheekbone and the lovely nose, up its bridge and to her shaped eyebrows. Then he whacked her cheek with his rod. He did not hold back. He whacked her again.
She had nothing to say. She had never been in such a position. She was stunned.
He spoke unexpectedly to her. He had a gravelly voice. “Put out your tongue.”
She did as told, without a thought. The tip of his dick touched the tip of her tongue. She smiled, enjoying the touch with this brute above her. Then he jammed his cock into her mouth, going deep and harshly. She gagged first and began to squirm in the chair. Her hands grabbed the armrests. Her legs fluttered in spite of her panties. But he grabbed both of her ankles with one strong hand. The grip pressed her ankles together as one and straightened her legs high.
She found a rhythm with his thrusts. Each pump pushed out her cheek, straining it, stinging.
He pulled out and a long strand of thick saliva tried to keep the two locked. However, the cord snapped and swung back to hit Michelle’s fair face.
The doctor moved so she was looking directly up at him. Their eyes connected again as she felt the chair lower further. She remained silent and waiting, under the control of this man. He stepped forward and towed his heavy balls over her forehead, onto her eyes, down her nose. A new spice entered her nostrils. A hot, dark smell, a scent of work and tang. He rested his sack over her mouth.
She kissed the large balls. The kiss was brief, gentle, and the doctor did not like it.
“You better put these nuts in your mouth and suck if you want to breathe again. I want my balls wet from your sucking.”
She opened her mouth wide. The pair dropped in as her mouth could allow. Her tongue licked the rough, tough sack, and her lips kissed, wrapping each one separately in her own warmth. Having regained her balance in this awkward position, she let go of the chair’s armrests. And continued to please him.
He stood tall above her. One hand still holding her ankles tightly.
“You breathless?” he scolded.
His other hand slid into the top of her blouse. He felt his way passed the buttons and into her bra. He squeezed her soft breasts. He pinched her sensitive nipples.
With jittery hands and a full mouth, she unbuttoned her blouse. Several buttons undone, and it fell open. She grabbed the cups of her bra, letting her breasts fall out. His available hand grabbed the left breast with little mercy. He pulled the flesh and then pressed it, squishing it against her chest. The harshness made her turn her head and gasp for air. But the doctor would not allow it. He lowered himself onto her face, while continuing inflicting the pain on that single breast. She inhaled his dankness through her open nostrils. He bobbed on her face and squeezed her titties.
When she shook her head, he eased up on her. Her face was red, overheated, and beading with sweat and a tense fear.
He released her ankles. Her legs bent and opened, as the red panties would allow. He leaned forward to place a kiss on her bellybutton. He looked back at her, catching her fearful eyes, looking beyond her physical eye, somewhere she felt no one had looked. She enjoyed the moment. The chance would not last though.
She felt two large fingers spread the petals of her pussy and enter in. The manly fingers and coarse knuckles were rough against the softest skin, even with the slippery layers of wetness. He drove his fingers deep several times. Then he withdrew them and brought both fingers to her mouth. She expected to suck them, but, as unexpected as he was becoming, he wiped the juice below her nose on her upper lip. He reached back to her pussy, pulled out more juice and then glazed it over each of her eyebrows. For a third time, he gathered her wetness and then smeared it down the bridge of her nose. A fourth time, he marked her chin. A fifth time he coated her lips, as if it were a balm.
He began to reset the chair upright. Meanwhile, the wetness was drying on her face, especially on her eyebrows and the tiny hairs on her upper lip. Once erect, he pulled her off the chair and pushed her onto his stool. Her breasts dangled off the front, her knees rubbed on the rough carpet.....
Her phone rings, Her husband's calling, she totally forgot he's been waiting... She ignores the call and then there's a knock followed by a kick on the door.
"WHAT THE FUCK!"....
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WATCH OUT FOR PART2.
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Lumilamzy45 2 yrs 639
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WHO FIT DO MARRIAGE COUNSELING?
~0.8 mins read
A lady needs help to decide what to do in her marriage.
She met her husband four years before she said yes. Worked 9-5, wasn't really a struggle for the both of them until after the marriage. Unfortunately, he lost his job and the wife on the other hand became the bread winner of the family.
She met with her ex who bought her a car to joggle her business, not knowing what to tell her husband, she hid the truth from him. And then the next two years, the same ex gifts her husband another car...
She has taken the car home, the cat has been let out of the bag, her husband was upset and he told her to return the car, in his anger, he damaged the two cars and still insists she returns it.
Would you advise she returns the car or the husband is totally wrong?
Kindly share your thoughts on what she should do before things get worse!
Kindly click the "follow" button after reading... Thank you!!
Lumilamzy45 3 yrs 526
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Love At A Price.
~4.3 mins read
I thought He was one with the very one my soul found perfection in but I was wrong. I should have ran....
I remember how i threw myself in harms every single moment... Not a single piece of his body had a fault, i could watch him sleep so peaceful and everytime we spoke, my James burnt my butterflies. Surprised how I'd find my legs embarrassing me at the tone of his voice. What love meant to me was his total existence. I remember having to tilt my phone a little to myself anytime his messages came him. James, my man could be so unpredictable.
His obsession with me was over the top.
Obsession became deadly.
How could the only person you cherish so much, the one who your soul had utterly been devoted through thick and thin regardless of what they said, want your very life in his plate for dinner?
Never felt this pain before.
I remembered it like it happened yesterday.
It was just another day like any other, James rang my phone once, by the second time, i was already smiling at my phone, trying to put myself back on track.I picked by the third time James called but then his tone, he sounded unusually harsh..
"Who THE FUCK IS RAY"
staring at the air confused, "Ray..? Ray...?? There's nothing going on with Ray and I "
how do I explain what never existed?.
Ray and I hardly saw.
Ray was a friend of James, they schooled at the same college and unfortunately we all worked together. James introduced me to this man at a dinner we went for at a fancy St.Blues in Spain.
That day, all i remembered about Ray was his blue tie and white neatly pressed shirt, no hair on his scalp but those beards were thick, full, dark and shining, he wore glasses and of course broad shoulders..his lips were like that of a baby's.. I couldn't care less. He wasn't mine so no much details to my memory.
One afternoon, Ray called in sick in the department i just got posted to at work and begged me to tell James to cover for him at work while i accompanied him home.
I dropped him off at his Mum's...
It was a old house losing part of its skin, producing tiny, white flakes arranged around the yard, and the shingles on top of the roof were trying to hang on the best they could.
I took my first step towards the front door walking up the sturdy, metal bicycle ramp, noticing the tiny slots that allowed you to view what was beneath you.
When I raised my head I realized the front door had a little piece of faded writing that says "home is where i found love" the orange paint was still faded and was starting to show more white but not much. It was as if someone took orange watercolor to a piece of paper. The polished door knob twisted open and there she was, sitting on a well furnished chair, Ray's
Mother, knitting with her shaky old hand. Her smile reminded me of brownies. She wore a read tone sash around her and a flare skirt with old granny cardigan.
She struggled get the shaky legs to stand. Her hug felt like her lost daugher had now been found.
That was the only time I personally encountered Ray or his mother.
....
"I swear, its only you I'll ever love, believe me i...
Hello... Hell... Hel.."
I left the office without hesitations to meet my heartthrob, maybe there's a mix up. Maybe we could still fix things.
Maybe, maybe, just hoping he was pulling my legs.
I got home to meet James after the confrontational call, hoping again that we could resolve everything.
"James!" I yelled my name through the coners of our home, I couldn't find him front of the tv or in bed... I thought he wanted to games so i giggled round the house like I just won a luxurious car. Excitement growing stronger and stronger, I yelled louder...
"James!!" " James!!!" "Momma wants you inbetween my legs tonight so bad"
Wondering if he was even in the house, James appeared out the kitchen with a straight face...
" WHO THE FUCK IS HE! "
my soul crush at an instant. " oh stop it already James"
he turned back to head to the kitchen then looked straight at me and said "no one else will have you." A little creep in his tone but silly me was lost already in his thick voice.
James returned from the kitchen looking like there was something he was hiding at the back of his hand, i couldn't hold the curiosity.
"James? What's at the back of your hand" i felt the needed to ask a little bit harder
he yelled,
"NOBODY WILL HAVE YOU!"
He flunged the knife at me! Oh dear! James! Threw a knife?? I swerved so fast, the knife missed by face by an inch
Oh my !.. Tears ran through my eyes as he reached for another..
Had no time to tear up, i threw myself four steps at a time towards the door. He reached for my hair to grab, he successfully ripped out my hair from my scalp, i couldn't believe it. Those arms that carested me at my lowest, those finger that went in between my thighs, deep into my soul are the same fingers wanting to kill me in seconds. I pulled harder, kicked, screamed, begged.. Did everything to get out of James's house but my James was so kin into killing me......
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