"What do you think was wrong with our relationship?" I asked.
"I was typically giving in our relationship what I want while you were giving what you want."
"So who is to be blamed then, nobody right?"
"Yeah, nobody."
"Can we start over then?"
"You shot my finger but starting over would be great."
We both laughed.
"Am sorry, I just had to make you understand." I placed the gun on the ground.
"So that's why you put on this act."
"Yeah, but I was hurt. I felt I give but do not get back."
"I felt that way too."
"I felt more like my love is unacknowledged and unappreciated."
"Don't get me wrong, we were both giving love but not in the desired manner. I was very angry with you, I was annoyed when you asked lots of caring questions or when you expressed concern. I felt controlled and I wanted space."
"You know, if I was offered that kind of support I would be appreciative. It was confusing for me back then. My efforts to be loving were best ignored and at worst annoying, but am glad that everything is all sorted out. A woman like me, when am upset I need to be heard and understood. From now on for this relationship to work, you need to adhere to my primary needs."
"What are they?"
"First of all, I need care. Care means that you show interest in my feelings and heartfelt concern for my well being."
"Well noted, but you need to trust me more."
"I'll trust you more when you make me feel special in a caring way, that will make my attitude more open and receptive. To trust you is to believe that you are doing your best and that you want the best for me, so my attitude needs to be open and receptive then my reactions will reveal a positive belief in your ability and intentions." I paused and swallowed hard. "My second need is understanding, listening without judgment but with empathy and relatedness to me when I am expressing my feelings. An understanding attitude doesn't presume to already know my thoughts or feelings, instead, it gathers meaning from what is heard, and moves toward validating what is being communicated."
"And I need acceptance, you not trying to change me. An accepting attitude does not reject but affirms that I am favourably received. It does not mean that you believe I am perfect but indicates that you are not trying to improve me, that you trust me to make my improvements."
"Listen, the more my need to be heard and understood is fulfilled, the easier it is for me to give you the acceptance you need."
"No, it shouldn't be that way, instead, when I am accepted it is much easier for me to listen and give you the understanding you need and deserve."
"Oh, I see. You want acceptance, I will try and give that to you first and compromise my need to be heard and understood, but then again, my third need is respect. When you respond to me in a way that acknowledges and prioritizes my rights, wishes, and needs, that's respect. When your behaviour takes into consideration, my thoughts and feelings, I am sure to feel respected."
"I will appreciate if also you will acknowledge having received my future personal benefit and value from my efforts and behaviour because appreciation is the natural reaction to being supportive. When you appreciate, I know my effort is not wasted and I'll be encouraged to give more. When I am appreciated I am automatically empowered and motivated to respect you more."
"As I feel respected I will appreciate you, does that do it?"
"Okay that's fine"
"My fourth need is devotion. When you give priority to my needs and commit yourself to support and fulfil them, then my fourth primary need is fulfilled. I thrive when I feel adored and special. You fulfil my need to be loved in this way when you make my feelings and needs more important than your other interests like work, sports etc."
"Just like you need my devotion, I have my primary need to feel your admiration. To admire me is to regard me with wonder, delight, and pleased approval. I feel admired when you are happily amazed by my unique characteristics or talents which is my humour, strength, persistence, integrity, honesty, romance, kindness, love, understanding, and other of my old virtues while we were dating. When I feel admired, I feel secure enough to devote myself to you and adore you."
"I'll only be able to admire you quite easily if you feel that I am number one in your life."
"Trust me, your number one in my life, ain't I number one in your life."
"God is number one in my life."
"Oh... God. So am number two then."
"Umm let me think, no."
"Huh, so who then is number two."
"My changed husband."
"Oh, that's me."
"No, it isn't you unless I see it."
Oh! How I love to see a changed man.
I never told him of my past as a whore. We were just starting afresh and everything seemed to be moving well until the past came knocking.Michael decided to watch porn with me one faithful night, then a video popped, it was a video of me being uploaded on xvideo.com.His face got blacker and blacker and at this point, I didn't know what to expect."You know that I hate lies, I have never lied to you." He dropped his phone, having seen enough."I didn't want you to know."His phone beeped with a notification as he saw another video of me on xvideo.com."Please honey, this was my past and I don't want it to affect my present."My mind raced on thoughts; Who is doing this? Who wants to ruin my marriage? This video is from the hotel I normally have sex. Am so foolish to not have known that the hotel has hidden cameras."Did your parents know you're a whore?" He asked in anger."What are you saying, none of my family knew."."
Detective Mark closed the door to his office and sat down with the faxed autopsy report for Martin Peter.The external examination had revealed bruising on the right wrist. The medical examiner had found flakes of skin beneath his fingernails, signs of a struggle.Detective Mark pushed the files over to the detective sitting next to him. "I have reasons to believe that she killed him. But we haven't concluded. I don't still understand why she will kill her husband, am still trying to wrap my head around this but we can't just charge her with murder from what we saw, the two must-have struggled with the gun."Detective Rex nodded. "I have few questions to ask her. Maybe it can be self-defence from domestic violence or maybe it was deliberate.""Or perhaps a sexual assault. Maybe he was trying to rape her. But what if she doesn't talk.""We need her to talk, I'll go bring her in." Detective Rex starts for the door."Don't forget to get a coffee."
I had been thinking of the poem writer all the time. I wished to meet him in person. I wondered how he'd look like.The attorney general told my mom that my case is a case of murder and proceedings should follow up. My mom had to find a defence attorney for my case.Raymond Mcman the defence attorney, recommended by my mom. I was going to see him today, gosh I almost forgot.I knocked once and stepped inside the office to find a young defence attorney leaning against the desk with his back to me, going through a file. I cleared my throat. "Mr Raymond Mcman.""Vanessa." He turned his full attention to me, smiling. "Have a seat."Raymond Mcman is tall and handsome. He had the kind of face that would have the people passing on the street stop and look back twice. He looked like he was fresh out of fashion tv, I bet both women and gays wished he'd fucked them.I like my man big and I sighted a huge bulge on his trouser, he is endowed.The way he
"I'm doctor Great, your psychiatrist, it's nice to meet you."He nodded to a chair and I sank into it.Suddenly one Facebook message dropped, I had to check it and it was another beautiful poem.Your beauty is ecstasyGiving me intense pleasureYour beauty is eternityGazing at itself in every image of youYour beauty is heart enflamedBurning me in your eyes which one shade the more and one ray the lessYour beauty is soul enchantedFilming like brilliant irregular rainbows in the memory of your image which I see though I close my eyesYour beauty is life when life unveils your faceVenessa, your beauty is garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels in flight"Your words are too beautiful for this mortal earth." I soliloquized."Do you say anything?""No." I looked up at him and kept my phone in my handbag.""So how are feeling?""I'm feeling okay.""Are you eating all righ
This morning I decided to burn all that belonged to Martin. Just then, I found a small box. I opened the box to see photos from his childhood days, but what got my attention was the white sheet of papers that I didn't pick up.It was poems. I reminisced Martin used to send me poems when we started dating, but the poems am holding doesn't possess Martin's writing and Martin is not a romantic type as I've discovered when we got married, but another possessed Martin's writing.At the end of every poem with different writing, I saw the name of the writer, Raymond Mcman.It all made sense that Raymond Mcman was the original writer from what I read,Vanessa,You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.The way you stand tall, your strength and your undying beauty amaze me.Though storm clouds hover above you, your branches span the sky.In search of the radiant sunlight, you count on to survive.When t
"How do you even know me?" "I've been crushing on you back then in high school but I couldn't confront you because you were dating someone else. You may be wondering how the poem came about, well me and your husband are cousins, I -" "Wait, you guys are cousins, and I didn't meet you on my wedding day and I've never met you while we were dating." "Yeah." "I don't even understand you, when we met yesterday, you didn't act like you knew me or told me any of this. I don't even know why I came here in the first place. Sad that you won't be my defence attorney because it seems to me that you're an obsessed psychopath. I can remember back then I felt someone was always stalking me, I was so scared then that I had to always go out with my younger siblings or my boyfriend at that time, I couldn't go out alone but yet I was kidnapped and deflowered -" "By me. I know. I was wrong and am sorry." "You're sorry, I became a whore after that incident
After the sex they had, Raymond went home and their lovemaking still played in his head - Venessa gazed at me with a serious, longing expression, reflecting it with her desire. I slid down along her body toward the final unknown territory of her body. I craved the opportunity to explore the limits of her private femininity with tenderness and adoration and there it was, obscured by just one small piece of fabric.I grasped her panties, eye-to-eye with the apex between her thighs. I began to slide them down, slowly, savoring the moment. A sharp line of hair emerged, then more after, until a soft, thin bush blossomed forth. Neatly groomed, it was not too thick, having the appearance of light brown, silky fur. I continued downward until I saw the delicate pink flesh of her labia emerge, much sparser with its finespun, gossamer hair, and already quite swollen with erotic excitement. I found myself so entranced with the exquisite lips of her naked pussy that I lost myself for a mo
Raymond kept on reminiscing the lovemaking - Venessa held my hand lovingly as she backed up to the chair and sat down on it. She lifted her legs and bowed her knees out to the side, then swept aside her long hair, narrowed her eyes, and placed one hand upon her inner thigh, opening her hips further and casting me an inviting look. She seemed to relish the expression on my face as I watched that fuzzy, fleshy opening parting wide and inviting me in to savor her sweet delicacy.At that moment, I could see just how turned on the whole experience had made her. She was resigned to what was going on and the conditions under which they were happening.She embraced what she wanted. It was this.Venessa's flushed thighs rose on either side of my head like chasm walls as I lowered toward the seclusion of her crotch. Her pussy was fragrant and moist, already glistening with abundant lubrication. There was no doubt about it, Venessa was the type of girl with a generous output.