I am engaged episode 1

💔I *AM ENGAGED* 💔
(BROKEN PROMISES) (Episode 1)

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With my hands slowly sli-pping un-der the blankets, I felt my n-ked skin. I was la-id on a soft be-d covered in white sheets. I turned towards the floor to find my black br@ lying like a piece of dirty rag on the white flowery tiles.

I caught sight of my purple go-wn, hung on the edges of the wardrobe like a butchered snake. Beside the be-d lamp, was my brown human hair, hung r0ûghly on a wooden sculpture.

I pu-ll-ed off the blanket to find my b©dy we-t. I was stained with white semen, and left unwashed like a prostitute. I was devoured like a piece of bush meat, and covered in my own mess. I was covered like a used b©dy. Just like a smelling piece of garbage. I felt like one being wra-pped in leather to shield the flies from perching.

The wickedness of a man has no limits. The foolishness of a man cannot be discerned too.

“Fool. Big fool.” I screamed in anger and landed incessant punches to the be-d.

“Fooollll!” I thun-dered loudly.

I stood up and flung the blankets on the floor.
Without washing myself, I stormed out of the be-droom with all the anger in the world. I was like a mad woman heading to retrieve her own sanity back.

I was like an ex vir-gin, walking up to a band of ra-pist to regain her pride. I could not believe this was happening to me again. Why can’t men keep their pe-nisin their trou-sers? I could not believe that yet again, another man had found his way throu-gh my legs.

First it was Dayo, and now Alex.

It’s been just two years since Dayo and I broke up. My relationsh!pwith Dayo was very promising. It was going quite well until the first round of S-x.

Dayo and I had several conversations about how our first S-x was going to be. We spoke sweetly about it. Our imaginations were wild and de-ep. He was such an adventurous man. I personally looked forward to such a day when we both will bring our wild adventurous imaginations to pla-y.

I still remembered how I hvgged my pillow several nights, wishing it was Dayo who held me. Despite my crave for him, I didn’t want to act desperate. I controlled myself and was careful not to show any S-xual emotions towards him.

But then it happened. It happened on a cold Monday evening. Dayo and I had gone out for a friends wedding reception together. Hence it was going to be an all night after p@rty, we were lodged in a h0tel to spend the night.

That was where everything occurred. That was where I saw the wild beast in Dayo. He had drank like a c@m£l and was now drun!kfrom liquor.

When he started tou-ching me, I tried to push him off. But Dayo was like a professional who, had practiced the art of unlocking a woman’s br@ and and bringing down a woman’s p@n-ties in seconds

Dayo’s first S-x to me was more like a r@p£. When I tried to resist him, he pushed me to the be-d and glued my hands together. He found his way throu-gh me in swift seconds. I felt his hvge muscular pe-nisslide into me perfectly. It felt like I was designed specially for him.

Dayo rode me like a wild horse. I was helpless. I could not scream. I loved Dayo so much. He was my first love. He was the very first man I ever cared about.

Dayo was that man who made my nights with his warm care and attention. And at mornings, he showered me with sweet words to start my day.

Truth be told, I had known this day was definitely going to come. Especially when Dayo started going crazy over my sudden increase in h!ps and bu-tts. He had become too t©uçhy whenever I was around him.

I watched Dayo go in an out of me like a dog. He was so fast with so much acceleration around his w@!st. When I saw that, I knew this struggle was going to come to an end soon. It didn’t take long before Dayo c@m£ out soa-ked in his own semen after spending ba-rely ten seconds.
My first S-x with Dayo was that bad. So much for a drun!kman. He had spent so much energy fighting to get into me
only to let out a pile of ¢v-m when he suddenly had his way.

“You are so sweet. This is the best S-x ever.” Dayo whispered faintly as he dozed off to sleep, snoring like a lion.

I cried that night. I shed tears like a child. But I could not blame Dayo. I felt he loved me. I felt I was his girlfriend and he deserved my b©dy whenever he wanted. I knew he was un-der the influence of alcohol and could not control himself.

But things turned sour. My guard had been let off. Dayo now had me when ever he wanted. He had me for breakfast, he had me for brunch, ate me for lunch and devoured me for dinner.

He said I was the best. He told me how he wanted us to live happily ever after. I fell for his sweet words and charm. But months later, Dayo bec@m£ too busy for me. Dayo st©pped picking my calls. He st©pped returning them too. He st©pped giving me the attention I deserved. He had become a stranger to me.

Months later, Dayo invited me over to his house to tell me how our relationsh!pwas no longer walking out. He told me how we were loosing the connection and love we both shared.

When I cried and bec@m£ sobber from the heart breaking words he dished out to me, Dayo k!$$£d me. He k!$$£d me so pas-sionately and I could not resist him. I fell for his t©uçh and warm hvgs. I fell for his comforting embr@ce.

Dayo made love to me that day. We both had S-x. It was the best S-x I had in months. It was one filled with so much plea-sure and r0m@nç£. We both enjoyed the euphoria of the moment together. The S-xual ecstasy we shared was so special. I c@m£ four times before Dayo finally let out a loud m0@n .

Dayo had t©uçhed me at the right places of my b©dy. His t©uçhes were so calculated and well planned.

After the S-x, I felt things were back to normal. I felt I had been able to subdue him into having a rethink about us and our relationsh!p.

But little did I know that was only a break up S-x. That was only a way to live me with a lasting memory of him. Such wickedness. Dayo didn’t even look like one who was t©uçhed by our break up. He showed no remorse at all. He acted like it was normal.

I broke up with Dayo, and made up my mind not to fall cheaply for any other man again. Men are s¢v-mbag. They are sleazy, disreputable and despicable set of animals.

Dayo left me like a piece of trash. It felt like all he ever wanted from me was S-x. All he ever craved for was to have a taste of me. When he was done, he dumbe-d me like a used toy.

Now just like Dayo, Alex had gotten his way. He had S-x with me without my cons£nt. I did not even know when all this took place.

Although I had known Alex for two months now, our relationsh!pwith him was just three weeks old. We had never talked about having S-x before. We were just ba-rely getting to know ourselves. I haven’t even gotten to know him too well.

Alex c@m£ to me like an angel s£nt from heaven. He was like a towel s£nt to wipe my tears away. Alex was like a healer meant to heal my broken and shattered heart; the same heart Dayo had hurt so much. He was like a gift to me on my birthday.

But now, Alex had become evil in my eyes. He now looked like Dayo in disguise. He was like a criminal to me – S-x thief.

Just when I had shut the door behind me, I sighted Alex ma-king his way up the stair case with a tray held firmly in his hands.

“Hello sunshine.” He smiled.

Such devilish smile I thought to myself. It was that same smile that softened my heart the first day I saw him. I remembered the way he walked up to me with every boldness in a man. I remembered how good looking he was when he pu-ll-ed off his hat to k!ssmy hands. How charming he looked when he told me I was beautiful. How gentle manly he walked with me to the car, and opened it up for me to walk in like a princess.

But now, all I saw was just another s¢v-mbag. A deceiver. A cheat. A bastard.

With my hands lifted above my head, I landed a thun-dering sl@p on his face. The cu-p of h0t tea shook in his hands and tumbled backwards. It poured on Alex b©dy, and he let go of the tray and fell ba

ckwards screaming in pains from the h0t burns of the cu-p of tea.

I nee-ded to do more to this man. This man who had defiled my b©dy without permission. This man who had promised so much and had deceived me into saying yes to him, only for him to break one of his major promises three weeks later.

I ran down the stairs muttering words in anger, I was heading for the kitchen to pick a knife…

To be continued…
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