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I Had Sex With My Sister-In-Law

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<span style="background-color: white; color: #090909;">When I was
about 25 I had been married for about 2 years and my wife’s brother was living
with his current wife but not married. I was home from the city for a weekend
alone that winter and ended up at a friend’s house party along with my sil
(Sister-in-Law) and her husband.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">I had
a crush on her all through high school and even asked her out a time or two
with no luck. That night we ended up talking a lot and drinking and she ended
up sitting on my lap because of the number of people in the room.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">After
a while she suggested we leave the party and go for a drive. I agreed but
didn't expect anything other than more talk. As time passed we ended up parked
on a deserted road talking. One thing lead to another and we ended up making
out for a while before deciding to head back to town.</span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #090909; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">I still
regret not taking it further and would love the chance again. She gets better
looking with age and I'm very turned on by her. Just don't know how she feels.</span><o:p></o:p></div>

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I Was My Student's Sex Toy - Maths Teacher

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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;">I’m a pretty successful 27 year old math
teacher. It was an ordinary day for me when my phone rang and an unknown girl
wanted me to teach her. She was a 20 years old economics student. We arranged a
meeting for the next weekend.</span><br />
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">When I came to her house for the first
time, she looked like any other client that I had. She was a long-haired
brunette, wearing a tracksuit and a too big t-shirt. After we finished I went
home, nothing special happened. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Next week we met again. She was wearing
a skirt and a tight tank top, almost like she wanted to impress me. She was
very happy to see me; she even hugged me, which was a little strange to me.
During the lesson she touched my hand a couple of times and even gave me some
compliments. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">At the end of our session she asked me
if I was single. I said that I’m not available, because I was taking my job
very seriously. I explained to her that she shouldn’t act like that and it was
better for us not to meet again. She was clearly disappointed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">In two weeks I got another call from
her. I still don’t know why I agreed to meet her, but I would be lying if I
said I didn’t think of her every now and then. She wore the same skirt as two
weeks ago, but this time she added stockings too. The look on her face was
really different, it was strict and she didn’t smile at all. She didn’t wear
any panties and she wasn’t hiding that from me. The temperature reached its
peak when I asked her for a pencil. She took it and literally put it in her
pussy while looking me in the eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">At that time I knew she wouldn’t take no
for an answer. I was aroused and scared at the same time, because she really
looked determined. She said: “Lick it. I know you want it.” I felt like I was
possessed by her so I did it. Then she opened a drawer, took out her handcuffs
and locked my hands behind the chair. I could easily resist, but I didn’t want
to. She took off my trousers and started to tease my cock with her hands and
tongue. She started to ride me. She did everything she wanted. That day I was
her sex toy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>

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I’m in love with a first cousin. We met for the first time a few months ago. I knew I was in trouble the second she spoke. She radiates warmth, passion, confidence. Things I deeply lack in myself. I didn’t want this to happen. She opened her heart to me and cracked mine wide open too. I had never felt closer to or more cared for by anyone.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When we talk
she gives me undivided, earnest attention that makes me feel like I’m the
center of the universe…that I’m worth her time. And she has a lot going on in
her own life. I fought my feelings for her, but pretending to be platonic is so
painful. I feel like I violated my own moral code and in a way manipulated her
trust in me because I didn’t tell her the truth. The truth is I have never felt
like this about anyone. She makes me so happy. When I’m around her I feel so
safe, I feel like I can be vulnerable, show my darkest side, and she would
still love me the way she does. I feel like I can’t hold back anymore. It’s
killing me carrying this secret in my heart every single day. Trying to act
normal around her pushing back tears wanting to be with her knowing the truth
will drive her away. <o:p></o:p></div>
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She knows
something is wrong because I’m distancing myself and avoiding contact. I’m
hoping indifference will keep me from falling even harder. It hurts seeing her,
it hurts not seeing her. She wants to talk to me and help me, and I’m dying to
tell her, but I fear the consequences. Losing her, exposing me, breaking hearts
all over again. It’s ironic that the only person I know who has overcome
heartbreak and could guide me towards letting go and healing is her. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I have never
fallen so hard for someone, never thought of all people, it would be someone
I’m not supposed to love. I might have idealized her, and think sometimes maybe
it’s the idea of someone like her that I’m in love with. Maybe it’s not really
her that I love. But either way, it comes back to her. I feel sick. I don’t
know what is right. If I continue acting platonic, we still have each
other. But our relationship is not completely honest because I’m hiding my
secret from her. I also risk doing something stupid, shocking her,
shocking everyone. Hurting her ;( Not to mention facing stigma, rejection,
humiliation. <o:p></o:p></div>
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If I
confess, I destroy everything we had together. But it would be a release for
me. I don’t like either option because both involve a world of hurt and pain.
Why does it have to be her? Why can’t I just unlove her? What should I do?<o:p></o:p></div>

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For some
time I had pains in my left leg during exercise. My friend recommended this
physical therapist, so I followed her advice and I made an appointment with Dr.
Vertigo to see if he could fix my problem. His voice sounded smooth and calm on
the phone, which already made me curious. A type of curiosity you should not
have for your physician.<br />
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The moment I
stepped into his office and looked in his eyes I felt my underbelly shiver. He
asked me about my problem and explained that he could treat it, to make it
better. What I did not anticipated is that he asked me to take of my trousers,
before I would lie down on the massage table. This was needed for a better
treatment, to reach the right area. I was only wearing a tiny thong and noticed
that he was acting a bit nervous. He asked me to lie on my belly on the table,
which I then did. Starting with massaging the area of my injury he suddenly
moved his hands to my inner thighs. My heart started beating faster and I
doubted if I should say something. Instead I let him go on as he was caressing
the skin of my legs. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Suddenly he
turned me around, putting me on my back, slowly taking his finger tops to my private
spot. My breathing became heavier and my temperature warmer. Quickly I removed
his hand, got away from the massage table and pushed Mr. Vertigo to the door of
the room. With one hand I open his jeans which showed a perfect cock sticking
forward. As he stood against the door I fucked him, knowing that the colleagues
of the practice were right outside. While he was thrusting faster and faster I
kissed him passionately. Then I stopped and went down on him to give him an
explosive orgasm.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We got
dressed and he asked me if I would like to make a new appointment. I smiled and
asked: The same kind of treatment? He nodded, so I replied: Definitely, see you
next week.<o:p></o:p></div>
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With blushes
on my cheeks I walked out of his office, wondering if his colleagues knew what
was going on minutes before.<o:p></o:p></div>

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<span style="background: white;">After
3 and half years with my boyfriend, he broke things off on September 30th. He
said he was no longer happy and wanted to be single again. I've been begging
him for the past two months for another chance but he's adamant. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white;">Now,
I've been having these suicidal thoughts. Sometimes when I'm sleeping, my heart
just stops and I literally can't breathe for close to 5 seconds. I don't
function normally anymore. My friends keep telling me I will heal with time but
the way I'm feeling, I feel like I will one day just drop dead. I have headache
24/7 just from thinking about him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white;">I've
tried, I've even gone to church, I can't stop hurting or stop thinking about
him. Just this weekend I thought dying would be the best way out but I don't
want to die but how do I stop my heart from hurting so much. The headaches have
turned my eyes to bloodshot red. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white;">I
can't live. Help me!</span><o:p></o:p></div>

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This year I graduated from university, my friend and I were out at the
local beer palor drinking to celebrate our upcoming life ahead. Things started
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Being a bit tipsy we ended up in the main hall that all introductory
classes are conducted. We messily groped each other moving towards the front of
the room. His hands down my pants, mine ripping at his shirt.<o:p></o:p></div>
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One thing led to another and all of a sudden I was bent over the
podium having the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life. The cool wood against my
face and the warmth of him inside me was overpowering. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We came together and I watched it puddle between our feet. The back
door opened and as we heard people filtering into the room we ran out the
emergency exit, buttoning up as we went.<o:p></o:p></div>

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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;">I was a model at his college and he was
my photographer. He had shot me before a couple times, and there had been a lot
of sexual tension, but I never expected him to be so direct about what he
wanted.</span><br />
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">He came over to me from where he was
with his camera, and moved my face ever so delicately. We locked eyes and he
smiled as he in one swift move made his way into my pants. “You’re already
wet.” he said smiling. He bent me over the window where he fingered me as I
watched the people working in the office across the street. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">He grabbed a desk and put it in front of
the door in case any professor was thinking of stopping by to check in on him.
Placed a chair in the middle of the room, turned off a computer connected to a
projector and turned on photo booth. I watched myself ride him while he covered
my mouth with his hand because I couldn’t help but yell I was so excited, it
felt so good. Watching myself as it was all happening. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">Someone knocked on the door, he pushed
me off the chair and I knelt down. Asking to cum in my mouth so I could go
to the computer quickly and show him on the big screen as I swallowed his cum.</span><o:p></o:p></div>

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<span style="color: #444444;">I need to confess.</span></div>
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I share a flat with a girl, let’s call her Lisa. She’s pretty, single and likes
to party hard – just like me. We get along great. But there’s a thing she
doesn’t know, a secret she must never ever discover.</div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">It was a day like
any other, I came from the bathroom like every morning and discovered my phone
battery was low, but I couldn't</span><span style="color: #444444;"> find my charger.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">So I went into
Lisa’s room to borrow hers. She had just left for university a few minutes ago
and her room was a mess. But I found the charging cable on the small table next
to her bed. I grabbed it and just wanted to go back to my room, when I saw that
black vibrator between Lisa’s not made-up bed sheets.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">Although I knew it
was wrong and this was none of my business, I took it into my hands. It had
quite an impressive size and it had fresh white marks of pussy juice all over
it; Lisa’s juice. I don’t know why, but it turned me on. And I tried to resist,
I really did. But I just had to stick out my tongue and lick on it. Then it got
worse. I unwrapped my towel and got into Lisa’s bed, buck naked. I could still
feel the rest of her body warmth and smell her perfume.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The vibrator
started to hum monotonously when I switched it on. I spread my legs and slowly
let Lisa’s toy penetrate my wet pussy. It made me cum hard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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When I put it back where I found it, it still had marks of pussy juice on it.
But this time it was mine.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;">Hey, I’m really shy but read about your blog in a magazine and thought it was perfect to tell someone what I haven’t
told anyone. She made me promise I wouldn't, and my god she was bossy! The
thing is I fucked my business partner. We bought an old boat we were going to
repair and then rent to tourists and even for film shootings: that’s how
beautiful the boat looked to us. Of course we were inexperienced and totally
crazy.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">She
had a strong personality and approaching her was not easy. She’s not the kind
of woman I usually flirt with, and yet I had to admit she was sexy. Maybe it
was because we spent so many hours working together in the fucking boat (for
very little reward, by the way). And I could feel some interest coming from
her, too. But we were partners, and we didn’t want to fuck up the business, so
it wasn't</span><span style="color: #444444;"> until the last day that we decided to have sex and it worked out
better than I had expected.</span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #444444;">She was petite, so I could put her on my
lap easily, pull her up, put her into a new position and dominate her, somehow.
She looked surprised, in a good way. They say the happiest days with a boat are
when you buy it and when you sell it… and it is true! Fucking on board is not
bad either.</span><o:p></o:p></div>

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Sometimes being able to talk about my issues with my partner
just doesn't feel like enough so I hope I can come to you guys just to get
feelings out of my head. In short I suppose the title says it all. I have
this landlord who is very attractive, and I wish I could have sex with him at
least once. Assuming it's ok to go into more detail without getting in trouble,
I will.<br />
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I'm a very sexual person as in I want to have sex with a lot
of people at least once. Even though I feel it's put enough strain on my
relationships with other; fine, whatever.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So I go through periods of time where I get kinda
"attached" to someone who I'm clearly not with. Even though I have a
BF. Most people consider this wrong and I admit I'm not sure I completely
understand this line of thinking. I don't want to sleep with others because I
don't like my BF I love him very much. I just see sex as any other activity you
may do with a friend. I guess that makes me a bad person.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ok so the landlord part; I don't want to sleep with him so
that I can get discounts or some other weird monetary thing that most people
think others want to have sex for. Though we are poor that's not what I want at
all. I just want to see him naked and see what he's like in bed. He has his own
family and I don't want to fuck him to mess with them. I think they're pretty
damn awesome and I would never want to ruin anyone's life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I just want to fuck him.  I admit I have
mixed feelings. Society says I'm wrong, I don't see the big deal. There. I got
most of this off my chest.</span>

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<span style="background-color: white;">In one of her most candid interviews ever,
actress Stella Damasus opened up about her life, struggles, her first and
second marriage & what we care most about, her relationship with Daniel
Adenimokun. She said she didn't steal him and implied that when she met him, he
was already single.</span></div>
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Speaking with Emma Emerson of Golden Icons,
Stella Damasus opened up about her relationship with Daniel. She said;</div>
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"Let me put it this way. Let me help you hit the nail on the
head. One of the comments I have seen consistently, over and over again, is
‘Stella snatches somebody’s husband’, ‘Stella the husband snatcher’, which is
what has been going on. And I had sworn that I would never talk about it, or
even listen or stress myself about this thing but I have decided to do this
now, so that I end this once and for all.<o:p></o:p></div>
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First of all, let me paint a picture for you and you let me know
what makes sense to you. When I looked up the word snatch or steal, ehh, let’s
go to the dictionary. It means, forcefully taking something away from its
original position. Forcefully. From its original position to another position.
Something that does not belong to you. That’s what I gathered from the word
snatch or steal.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So I looked at me, Stella, and I wondered to myself, how is it
possible to go to somebody’s home, and take a man, and take his son, away from
his home and say follow me. You are a man, and according to their story, he is
happily married inside his home. With his family complete and I walk into that
home, to forcefully take a man, abled bodied man, and a kid, away from
somebody’s hand and you are there looking at me. How does that work?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Did they accuse me of using voodoo? Yes or no? They said no. Okay,
did I put a gun on anybody’s head and remove somebody from somewhere? They said
no. So logically, if people actually sit down and think about it intelligently,
how do you snatch somebody from somebody and the person is there looking at
you?<o:p></o:p></div>
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So when you see a man who has settled ties with a woman and
decides to move on with his life and you feel that there is something in this
man that you like and he likes you. I am not a kid. I am 36 years old. I am not
about to start hiding myself. I was waiting for somebody to actually ask me
this question, because all I have heard for the past two, three years are
rumours. They said, blogs said, this said. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Nobody has been bold enough to confront me and ask me. So I say,
if I steal something from somebody, and the person is really the owner of the
thing, you come and ask me, ‘you took something from me, give me back’.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But nobody was able to that. And I am like, if I meet an able
bodied man that has left and moved on. That is not even in the same house with
whoever and is not doing anything with whoever, and both parties have decided
this thing is not going anywhere, and they have gone their separate ways, why
is it that it easier for the world to blame the woman that the man has decided
to end up with?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Why is it that it is always that woman that scattered that home?
The two people that did things that nobody was there, nobody said something
must have happened between this two people but it is always somebody else that
is the problem. And I always say, I do not tolerate blaming anybody for your
own problems. I have had problems.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After my late husband’s death, I got married again and the
marriage didn’t work. After eight (8) months, it crashed. People didn’t hear
much about it, why? We were both mature to understand that we came together, we
knew that the thing was not working, instead of us to become enemies we will
remain friends, let’s just let it go quietly. And we let it go quietly. I
didn’t blame anybody else for doing it, he didn’t blame anybody else for doing
it. So I am wondering, two people come together they go their separate ways,
this one meets somebody, all of a sudden, it is that somebody that is the
problem. Did anybody ever ask, what went wrong? Why would a man pick up his son
and walk away from his marriage?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Was there anytime another woman was the problem until the man
moved on with another woman? Nobody brought up Stella’s name, then all of a
sudden, ‘oh he’s moved on with somebody else (snaps fingers), it must be her’.
How? I am still waiting for somebody to come with proof to say ‘oh when they
were still in marriage, when they were still in a house, you came and did
this.’ So the reason why I don’t like talking about it is that, there are some
things I would say to you and you would look at me like ‘oh wow’ but I don’t
want to be derogatory, I don’t want to tow the line that other people have
towed by talking bad about people.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I would never do that but the stories started coming. At first I
ignored it, I just kept quiet, and then it was all over the place, Google, blogs,
and I am like, one day, one day, I would tell my story. There’s a reason why I
am respecting certain people, respecting certain legal issues that are going
on. So there might be some things I may not hammer on, but whenever you hear
this person snatched this person’s, you will ask the person, the person that
they said was the original owner, what was the person doing when they were
snatching the person from him or her? I don’t get it. Do you understand?<o:p></o:p></div>
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So I look at it, I am not ugly, I am not dumb. Of all the men in
the world, I will now go and look for somebody else’s own and say this is the
one I want. If he didn’t come out of it and say I want to be with you and you
want to be with me, how? Why would I come and grab…? Am I that bad looking? Am
I that old?"<o:p></o:p></div>

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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">In an exclusive interview
with <b>LIB</b>, BBA winner <b>Karen</b> Igho, who married the love of her
life this past weekend in Jos, opened up about her long-term relationship and
future plans. Read below..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">LIB</span></b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">: How did you meet your husband?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Karen</span></b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">: We met when I traveled to London back in summer 2005. We got
to know each other and we clicked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">LIB</span></b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">: How long have you known each other?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Karen</span></b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">: We have known each other for 9 years. When I entered the
limelight, that required me to travel and move around a lot but luckily, our
relationship stood the test of time. We found that we are meant for each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">LIB</span></b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">: There are rumours that you're pregnant. Are you guys expecting
a baby?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Karen</span></b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">: We are definitely ready to have a baby. Having a family with
children is definitely part of our future plans.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">LIB</span></b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">: What exactly are your future plans?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Karen</span></b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">: Now that I'm married, I think I'll focus more on my personal
life. Right now, it's all about my family. Work-wise, I have some ideas for a
few future projects, so let's see what comes out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">LIB</span></b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">: What's the biggest misconception people have of you?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Karen</span></b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">: They think I'm wild and crazy but really, deep down, I'm just
a down to earth, god-loving, humble, caring and friendly person. As life moves
forward, people grow, and my track record proves that I am not wild at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">LIB</span></b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">: What's going on about your health issues, you talked about
cancer last year?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Karen</span></b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">: Thank God everything is fine, I am well and I am grateful for
all the well wishes and prayers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">One question for <b>Karen</b>'s husband, Yaroslav Rakos <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">LIB</span></b><span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">: Tell us something about <b>Karen</b>,
why you chose her?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Yaro: <b>Karen</b> is a person that can surprise you a lot. I still can't put my
finger on it, which is part of the mystery in the relationship, but I think
it's exactly what that made her successful in Big Brother and beyond.<o:p></o:p></span></div>

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Pastor E.A. Adeboye through
his verified Facebook page has disowned the Twitter handle, @RCCGWorldwide that
tweeted endorsing Prof. (Pastor) Yemi Osinbajo, a RCCG pastor, who emerged
General Mohammadu Buhari’s running mate yesterday. In the Facebook post, Pastor
Adeboye said;<br />
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;"> “On behalf of The Governing Council of The
Redeemed Christian Church of God, we would like to inform the public that RCCG
is not affiliated nor represented by @rccgworldwide. The church’s official
twitter page is @rccghq. The church cherishes the right of all citizens to
participate in the democratic process to vote."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">From the clear statement
above by our revered and esteemed Man of God, Pastor EA Adeboye condemns yet
another desperate scheme by the APC, which used a fake Social Media account of
the Redeemed Christian Church of God in an attempt to endorse the party's VP
Candidate, Professor Osinbanjo a pastor of a branch of the Church.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">We have no doubts that the
APC is a Party that attempts to use and parade Pastors as VP candidates to
divide or mislead the innocent sheep and Nigerians with cherished Conservative
or Liberal views and clear the known perception of Bigotry hanging over the
head of its candidate and one time dictactor, General Buhari. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Other statements from the
Church's AUTHENTIC twitter Handle Include:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">@rccghq: “RCCG is not
affiliated nor represented by @rccgworldwide.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">“The church’s official
twitter page is @rccghq.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">In no fewer than four other
tweets, the church equally faulted the endorsement of Osinbajo by the creators
of @rccgworldwide.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">One of the tweets by the
Pastors reads: “RCCG has not celebrated anybody for any position in the
forthcoming elections! The #OfficialRCCG handle is @rccghq. Do not be misled.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Another reads: “We are a
mission and we do not meddle into politics #RCCG #OfficialRCCG @RCCGworldwide
is wrong.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma;">Another said: “#OfficialRCCG
– @rccghq We do not denounce neither do we endorse candidacies for elections.
We are not a political party.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>

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A year ago, my
boyfriend and I attempted anal and succeeded. However after just a few strokes
I had him pull out because I could not get over how much it had hurt to put it
in. We've wanted to try again but because of a mental block I could not allow
myself to relax enough to allow him to go through with it. Even ordinary lubing
up would make me tense.</div>
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After
repeatedly saying I was going to find something to hopefully help me relax
and help us succeed again, a month ago while my boyfriend was out of town for
two weeks, I finally bought a medium sized butt plug and it was mind blowing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Today, I
went to my boyfriend's place and after a few minutes by myself in the bathroom
and lots of lube I was finally able to take it in!!<o:p></o:p></div>

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<span style="background-color: white;">Hi Teekay, it was with a Don-jazzy looking kind of
guy, well off businessman and he did quite well. He was so gentle, slow and
quite generous. I got to climax pretty easily, it was such a turn on smelling
his cologne and he was so nice and sweet about it. I loved it but most importantly
I got settled well. BTW don't judge, its not like I'm happy doing that for
money.</span></div>
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<b style="color: #141823;">Question (Anonymous):</b><br />
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<span style="background: white; color: #141823; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Am a lady of 25, started dating my fiancé 5years ago when I
was in 100level, he is my first love, n we have been dating even though there
were ups n downs, we managed to get this far, and understand ourselves. I was a
Muslim, he a Christian, I started going to church with my friends even before I
met him, but that doesn't change d fact that my parents are still Muslims, he
proposed last year and I accepted, I told my parents and they said they will
rather kill me n bury me than to allow me marry a Christian.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #141823; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">I used my Christian uncles to plead with them to no avail, I
was received well in his home, the problem has been ongoing for a year now, they
didn't allow me to wed, they give their friends’ children my phone number to
call and ask me out, I tolerated it, even though I get hurt from all they do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #141823; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Presently my fiancée's mum wants us to marry! She
specifically called me to settle this case so that she can see us married since
my fiancé is her only son.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #141823; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">My friends told me to go for court wedding, I am confused, my
fiancée said he will do whatever I say, that the ball is in my court, pls what
should I do?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #141823; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;"><b>Answer:</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #141823; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">I am going to go with your friends and say “Go for a court
wedding ASAP” then keep pleading with your parents to agree before you have a
church wedding.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #141823; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Parents are sometimes very adamant and unmoved irrespective
of who is involved (in this case their own blood pikin) so I would suggest you
give them time to allow them see their pros and cons.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #141823; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">I commend the effort and patience of your hubby and family.
Infact, that is a family you should be married into.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #141823; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Dear questioner, go ahead with your court wedding and live
your life with your husband while you wait for your parents to come around
(they will come around for sure – it might take a while but they will come
around).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #141823; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Thanks<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #141823; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">#ActLikeYouKnow #AskTeekay</span><o:p></o:p></div>

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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Saying no to an abusive relationship
is a form of having a healthy mind. It also doesn't mean you
don't have one if you're still in it, it means you need to nurture up your mind
to begin desiring healthy things for your body, mind and soul!</span></div>
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I was in this relationship for 12
years, and at first it was sweet, romantic and real! I met Sade at a restaurant
where we talked, she looked expensive, beautiful, bold and very confident in
herself .I offered to buy her lunch, which I did, got to know her over the
lunch and after, we exchanged contacts and left for our respective
destinations.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I kept calling her, trying to stay in
touch and to my surprise, she did the same. Little did I know, i had met my
doom!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I met Sade at different spots, I would
take lunch breaks from work, just to see her, just to feel her smile, all these
was simply because I was trying to take it slow, I didn't want to invite her
over to my place yet, wanted her to know I had her in mind for real! Met at
several eateries, Tantalizers Osuntokun, met at foodco (while I did some
shopping for her), even met at shoprite (still shopping for her). We were both
adults, I was 29 she was 26, and I naturally assumed we both wanted the same
thing everyone at our age would be desiring - Marriage!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was falling in love with her, I found
her appealing! Sade was very attractive, beautiful, had a body that could stop
a moving truck (Clintonian)! She had the most amazing curves, and the most
beautiful smile, all these and some more made me see no one else apart from
Sade!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I finally got to invite her over and I
made sure all was intact as it was a weekend I needed her to remember! I made
her fried rice and Gizzdodo with shredded turkey (my mother used to run a
restaurant back in the days).<o:p></o:p></div>
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After dinner, she requested to go take
a shower and I showed her into my bedroom to use the bathroom. While I was
still figuring out how to place her shoes in my shoerack, she slipped off her
evening gown from her body and I fell off my 'brain stool'! I saw her two big
beautiful breasts standing in place, firmly!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I tried my possible best to be a
gentleman but it wasn't working, for my soul was leaping in ecstacy! Sshe
caught me starring at her and I took off my eyes, she came to me, took my hand
and put it on her waist, my fellow readers, then I knew I needed help, but not
the emergency kind, the kind of help that required switching off the light and
getting down to business as I wasn't ready to move an inch away from that body!<o:p></o:p></div>
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To cut the story short, I had an
amazing sex with Sade, and hoped she had the same too! It was official, we were
dating! I gave her an extra key to my place, introduced her to my siblings, I
was ready to wife her, little did I know she was my doom!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sade would request for my ATM card and
I would give it to her!She would shop and shop till a very surmountable amount
of money leaves my account, almost on a daily basis, she would drink and keep
drinking alcohol, till she's knocked out!<o:p></o:p></div>
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She stayed out late, and had different
phone calls!<o:p></o:p></div>
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All these I wanted to ignore, and still
keep loving her!<o:p></o:p></div>
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At a point when I tried to make her see
herself as the mother of my unborn kids, to make her path right, she screamed
at me and threatened to leave me! At that point, it was something I couldn't
afford! I’m saying this as a grown man, 'Men do cry'! not because they are
weak, but because a large part of their heart has been shattered and they can't
hold it down again and they have no control over the situation!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I lived with the fact that she was like
this, torturing me every now and then, emotionally and physically and I still
couldn't do anything about it because I was attached to her! I didn't see
myself anywhere else but with her!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I told myself 'Alex, Sade will change! She
just needs to see a tangible reason to! I felt if I married her and she got
pregnant, she'll sober up and get responsible, so I did!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I proposed to her, and she was so
joyful, after all she was always out hanging out with my twin sisters and
shopping and all, she knew my family, they loved her, but no one saw the dark
side, well, at least not yet!<o:p></o:p></div>
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After the wedding ceremony, my heart
grew calm, for a while, she took on the cloak of responsibility, she started
cleaning the house, cooking regularly, and all and I felt happy, I felt happy
that I had produced the best mum for my kids, and most importantly, I have
changed her!<o:p></o:p></div>
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At first, we had Mandy! My beautiful
fair baby girl with black long hair, an epitome of beauty, just like my wife, Sade!<o:p></o:p></div>
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When Mandy was 4, we had another girl
Jesulonimi, who we nicknamed, nimie! I loved my girls from the depth of my
soul! She loved them too, always called them 'my rubies'! what else could a man
want more?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Well, as time went on, I noticed Sade
changing, started exposing her cleavage in her outfits which I already warned
about as she was now a mother and needed to set examples and act like one! We
argued and quarreled late into the night on her dress issues, sometimes till
2am and further, to the extent of waking up Mandy and Nimie!<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was exhausting! She would leave the
house without bathing the girls, she didn't care, she wouldn't cook, she was
receiving different calls and text messages. I wanted to hit her, i wanted to
beat her up so bad, but she was my wife, the one I fell in love with, i just
couldn’t!<o:p></o:p></div>
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People think only women are abused, but
that's a very wrong ideology, because men do get abused too, and I personally
think it hurts more!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sade would pour alcohol in little
quantity into cups for my girls and mix it with Ribena, and give them to drink!
I just always knew my girls were most of the time super-hyper, hopping from one
couch to another or sleeping by the time I get back home, little did I know, I
married the devil!<o:p></o:p></div>
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She'll bring her lover home when I
travel, and they'll make love on our matrimonial bed!<o:p></o:p></div>
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My friends will tell me they saw Sade
at a bar, smoking and drinking, and I would back her up, support her, defend
her that it wasn't her they saw!<o:p></o:p></div>
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All these were getting too much for me,
i couldn’t concentrate at work! I was getting lean, losing weight, looking
scary, unkempt and tired virtually all the time!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Due to her inconsistency, I would wake
up early, bath my girls, cook for them, pack their lunch, and put them in their
school bus!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I would even make her breakfast before
leaving home and a note to tell her how beautiful she still was, and how I
hadn't stopped adoring her since I met her, how she made me feel loved and how
much I needed her to be back to the woman I loved!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I would cry out almost all morning to
work, and when I get back, see the shredded pieces of the note I left her in
the bin, or squeezed and thrown at the verandah! My heart was sore, but hey, I
signed up for 'for better, for worse' and I intended keeping my part up!<o:p></o:p></div>
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The day when the Camel's back was
broken, was when I got home, and saw a man touching my daughter's private part
and she was there, holding her down and telling her "it's okay my darling
it doesn't hurt that much"!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I didn't know at first if I was in the
wrong house, or if I was drunk, I felt woozy! I slowly walked out of the house,
to the backyard, broke a bottle, and made sure the angles were at alert!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I got in and aimed straight at his
scalp! I was fuming, I was so angry, bottling up so much emotions, bottling up
so many things, bottling up Sade cheating on me, her inability to be a good
mother and wife, her terrible dressing habits, her sore manners and many
others, but the one thing that I will never bottle up, is messing with my
girls!<o:p></o:p></div>
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He was bleeding profusely and I didn't
care, I made sure I took my daughter off the couch where she was crying
bitterly, comforted her, opened the room where Nimie was locked up, and
weakened from all the crying, and all my emotions uprising, beat Sade till she
went blank!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I got an ambulance for them both, paid
their hospital bills, but told her, from that hospital, she should return to
her parents' place!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I needed her no longer! She was a waste
of every resource I had, the only thing she gave me that utterly made sense to
my world and comforted me in distress, were my girls!<o:p></o:p></div>
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No one should ever have to endure any
abusive relationship, walk out, respect your self-esteem, you deserve better!<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #141823; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">I broke off with my 1st luv some years ago because of cultural
differences. He just told me it is over no reason. All attempts to resolve it
prove abortive. And now he is seeking for forgiveness, that it was his family
that pushed him. He is sorry and he is ready to do whatever it will cost him to
keep the relationship. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #141823; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">For almost a year now, he has being begging, though I’m not in any
relationship and i still have lingering feelings for him but am afraid because
my mama will always say you are not just marrying the man but his family. His
family is saying NO. Should i give him the chance or not?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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now I am sexually confused. I am not attracted to women or just very little so
I don't pursue them. I started watching gay porn out of curiosity and I liked
it. I thought I might be gay so I tried having sex with a guy during my NYSC,
it was the most disgusting experience ever. I knew I was not gay when I
realized that I was more into getting over the experience than enjoying it. I
am even more confused because I masturbate to gay porn yet the idea of a man
touching me makes me really sick.</span><span style="color: #1d1d1d; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>

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<span style="color: #00000a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I have just found out, I'm literally
shaking, my heart is about to explode, I can't look through my eyes properly
and I'm breathing extremely heavily. I would like to start with fact that I'm
19 and since very young age I have suspected that my mother was cheating my
father, though I've decided to turn blind eye to it until the evidence slapped
me in the face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #00000a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">She had sex with a 29 year old guy
after which the lover(not my dad) broke up with her .This was about 6 years
ago, today she got in touch with that guy and they "remembered"
several "details" about their past from their conversation that I
saw. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #00000a; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">My father is a great, hard-working
man who works day and night to take care of the family and she cheats on him.
However he has a slight "tick" he's a schizophrenic if I tell him
what I've just seen he will murder him, he can blank out at any moment and
simply murder her. So telling him is not an option, my mother will NOT stop,
I've confronted her based on suspicion but she keeps denying it. what's the
best thing that I can do? Thanks<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Met Her On A Social Network BUT We have Issues Now...

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<b><span style="background: white; color: #141823; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Question (Anonymous):<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #141823; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">I don’t
know if you will post this for me? Hide my ID and notify me. I met a lady on
eskimi last year June. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #141823; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">She lives
in Niger and in Lagos. We love each other despite we haven’t met. I met with
her family here in Lagos and they accepted me before I and my girl finally met
last year December when she came to Lagos.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #141823; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">We talked
and planned our introduction for Feb, 2014 but it could not hold due to some
problems that came up at my work which denied me my freedom for 3months. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #141823; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Since
then, she has changed towards me; and she is now far from me in communication
but she still claims she loves me and not seeing any other guy. Pls what am I going
to do?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Maybe she still truly loves you but you also hurt her a
lot. Women take these things (marriage, engagement and introduction) seriously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I think you should meet up with her and trash things out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I Was Raped At 7 Years Old...

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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;">Ever since I can remember I had never had the love or attention of
my parents. My mom was more worried about looking pretty and making sure my dad
wasn't cheating on her than her 3 daughters.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">My oldest sister was 15, the other one that followed was 14 and I
was 7, I also had a 2 year old little brother at the time. My
"Father" had been abusing my two sisters all their life. He started
raping them when they each turned 13. My sisters showed and told my mother what
was going on; they would show her their bloody privates but she never cared -
or I guess her marriage to a sick man was more important than the well-being of
her daughters.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">I was very young, all I remember was one incident of him on top of
me and my mom saying he should stop because he was going to suffocate me, I was
crying. I have no other memories of my childhood; none at all. He died that
year 1987. He did scar us forever. My sisters have not been able to have a
normal relationship ever since and neither had I until I found Jesus.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">After my Dad died we moved to my mother's hometown in Mexico with
my grandmother and uncle, aunts and lots of cousins. Soon after we arrived, one
of my male cousins who was 13 years old at the time started abusing me: he
would touch my breasts and my private part. It went on for years, until I was
13. At around 10 years old my other cousin who was about 19 at the time started
tongue kissing me and grabbing my behind and rubbing himself on me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">We finally moved to the States after that, to Chicago. And my
mom's Puerto Rican boyfriend started to touch me too. Again no one did anything
about it. I felt like no one cared.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">I was told that I could use my body as a weapon to get what I
wanted. My grandmother told me I should be a stripper or a high class
prostitute (is there such thing?). My mother said I should just look for rich
old guys and take their money for sex. It was no surprise I ended up going off
with a 43 year old rich man when I was only 17 after my own mother's advice. It
only lasted 4 months and I came back home with a child in me; my most beautiful
treasure, my wonderfully smart boy! God meant for him to be born, and I love
him very much.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">My son was two years old when I met who I thought was my prince
charming! He was handsome, polite, smart and sooo nice to me. We moved in
together after 6 months of dating. Right after that he started abusing me. He
used to call me names from slut, prostitute, stupid, ugly, he said I was good
for nothing and the only reason he was with me was so I could clean the house
and he could have sex with me. He said he was too lazy to masturbate so he
might as well use me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">After a while, I actually believed him: I believed that I was
ugly, stupid, dumb and that I couldn't do anything right. I didn't have his
permission to speak to my mom, or any family member, I had no friends. I tried
committing suicide twice, but the thought of my son being alone made me think
twice and Thanks to My wonderful God I never made it happened.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Two years after we got together, we had a beautiful baby girl, and
I thought that would change him - it didn't. He would choke me, push me, slap
me, rape me. It lasted 8 horrible years.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Please don't let no one treat you that way, God meant for us to
live happy in victory and in His presence. NO ONE deserves to live in fear,
abused by no one. Make a stop to this as soon as you can, a man that has always
beaten you or abused you verbally will NOT change. GET OUT! You deserve to be
HAPPY.<o:p></o:p></span></div>

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Ever since I can remember I had never had the love or attention of my parents. My mom was more worried about looking pretty and making sur...