ABOMINATION

🌡️Episode 1🌡️

♦Mark: You know very well that I love you and to leave you is to give a not bad meaning to my life. Maybe you don't know it but you make me happy every day.

♦Me: Hmm... Is that really it?

♦Mark: I wonder why you still doubt my words after so many years of being together. I've already told you and you know it well that I can't lie. This word called "lie" does not exist in my dictionary.

♦Me: I have no doubts about you. And if I sometimes place questionable words, it's because I'm not satisfied enough to hear your sweet words that give me so much pleasure.

♦Mark: Really you there, you like freaking me out too much.

♦ Me: I have no choice, it's your love that disturbs my veins and changes the direction of my blood circulation.

♦Mark: (laughs) Ahahahah!!! Another one of the things I love about you. You know how to make me laugh and you do it perfectly with your flattery.

With these words, Mark approaches me then kisses me tenderly like a little jewel while keeping my cheeks like a precious treasure. I love it when he grabs my lips slowly and caresses my cheeks with so much passion and ardour.

He continues to progress in his passion. He caresses each of my most sensitive areas. He takes all control of my being and manipulates them as if his life depended on it. He knows every detail of my body and knows when to grab it to get me high. He knows me very well physically, bodily as much as he knows my preferences. I adore him and I love him as if he were a battery that energizes my whole being.

He manipulated me so much with his wandering fingers that I couldn't help moaning as if he was already inside me. I am no longer myself, it was impossible for me to resist him and at the same time, it gives me serious pleasure to be totally under his control and that he is playing with my body like a child's toy. I keep moaning louder every time he tenderly insists on the sensitive parts and by doing so, it drives him crazy and alive.

♦Mark: I love hearing that voice in my ears bb. It's the most beautiful melody of all time. (It keeps making me travel through space.)

♦Me: (under his influence) I'm madly in love with you and your compliments. Above all, don't stop, my cuddly toy. I like....!

He continues relentlessly, he takes his time, whatever he needs to get my soul out of my body. He undressed me while he was only in 3/4 without his t-shirt. He removed my support and began to suck my breasts, my cries of pleasure rising more than the atmosphere of a wedding ceremony. At that moment, I already saw the angels turned around me. He kept going until he started pulling my panties down, that's when I ruined that magical moment that shone like the rainbow.

♦Me: No bb... Please.

♦Mark: What is it baby, what are you afraid of?

♦Me: I can't do it now honey. I can't, please!

♦Mark: (annoyed) Why?

♦Me: I'm not ready yet and you know it very well. Please don't get angry.

♦Mark: You stab me in the back and expect me not to bleed? By what magic could that be possible!? Whore!

♦Me: I know it hurts you and believe me, it's mutual but you have to wait a little longer please. Doing it right now will make the situation much more complicated. Understands me please. If I had the choice, I would without hesitation but it's dangerous for me to do it right now.

♦Mark: Shit! Always the same refrain.

He leaves me on the bed and goes to sit on a chair in his room not far from the bed next to a small table on which there are some documents. He took a glass of water and remained silent staring off into space as if considering what to do to satisfy himself right now. My presence to start by annoying him and I already blame myself but it's not my fault, I don't really have a choice. I would have liked us to continue in this direction without touching this "forbidden fruit" but alas, my second toothless mouth is not yet ready to bite into a banana.

With small drops of tears on my face, I get up and then I get dressed. I will then, while crying, kneel in front of him and beg him not to get angry.

♦Me: I know it hurts you, I'm aware that it sometimes makes you doubt me. I would have had the same reaction as you if I were you and you were me but I explained everything to you, you know what I'm going through and you know very well that it's a big risk I'm taking by going out with you and if I had the choice, I would not hesitate to satisfy you until the end without any confusion but here I am limited and I have no power to do otherwise. Please don't get mad bb. It's just for a while and all of this will come to an end.

He averts his gaze to look away and doesn't seem to be interested in what I'm saying.

♦Me: Please bb, understand me. (I cry more)

♦Mark: (he's silent for a few moments) Ok, I got it honey. Get up.

♦Me: Is that true? Are you not angry anymore?

♦Mark: Hard to say but I understand you. I will keep this patience for a little longer. Please stand up !

He helped me up on my own two feet, straightened my hair, then gave me a kiss on the forehead and hugged me to him while inhaling deeply my body odor before releasing it.

♦Mark: (in my ears) It hurts, I can't hide it from you but I'll hold on.

♦ Me: I know bb but I'm sorry. Let's wait a little longer.

Actually, my name is Rose, I'm 20 years old. I am my mother's only daughter. My father died when I was 10 years old. After me and before my father passed away, my mother never had the chance to give birth to another baby. Either she miscarried or the child died shortly after delivery. This evil made my mother sad more than ever but she had never lost hope and always hoped for a miracle from the great God. When my father passed away, things became very difficult for my mother. She was now facing a load of two people and now play the role of both parents. She is the one who pays the water and electricity bill, feeds me, greens me, and pays for my schooling every year and all that with a meager trade that she does in the neighborhood in a shop built together with our house. . She sells miscellaneous as well as palm wine that we commonly call "Sôdabi". That's how she supports me and sometimes she can't sell well to pay her debts on both sides and when her creditors show up it's hell, I'm not telling you... This is how we live every day and implore God's help to change this miserable situation.

I am a student in the final year, I am preparing my baccalaureate this same year. I do well in school and get good grades. This makes my mother happy. Ah! Yes, I'm still a virgin and my mom hates seeing me with a guy or seeing a guy hovering around me. In the neighborhood, they call me "the holy girl" It's not a nickname that makes me laugh, on the contrary, it pisses me off but my mother is right to protect me like this because I am her only daughter and her only child and hope. She is afraid of losing me or of seeing me take a wrong path by giving me away especially to boys. I'm already old enough to go out with a man but given our situation, she has no choice but to pinch on this side and I understand her very well but what she forgets is that she can't watch myself all the time and that i can do whatever i want and come back to play the saint at home but i don't want to disappoint my mother so i just follow her advice even if sometimes it's difficult.

She knows absolutely nothing about Mark and me and I make sure she knows nothing and doubts nothing. I really like Mark, he's a different boy from the others, he's exceptional. I met him when I was in second grade. In our relationship, we rarely argue and this argument often arises when I refuse him sex. I'm not ready to do that yet. I promised my mom that I would date a man after I graduated from high school and wait for the relationship to reach 3 years before starting to let my man climb on me. But this second promise, I'm not sure I can keep it the same way I made it to him. After my BAC, it will be exactly 3 years that I go out with Mark, it's already enough to give me body and soul to him and enough to know him. Mark is a good person and he always understands me despite the pain I cause him. I promised him that after the BAC, he can peel me but for the moment, we can try everything but sex is not included. Sometimes he can't control his cravings and that's where things get complicated. I'm having a hard time getting out of it, but I'm doing my best to calm him down.

Sex isn't his priority, but spending so many years with someone you love without visiting the Netherlands is very difficult for a man. I love him and will do my best to keep him patient.

Whoops! Marck is a sophomore. He does not live in my city, it was after his baccalaureate that he came to settle here because the university is not in his city. That's where he and I met until we fell in love. I confess that I do not know his parents or his brothers. I only know him but he often talks to me about them. He is the eldest in his family and has two younger sisters. Her father is an economic operator and her mother a secretary in a yoghurt production company. He also shows me their photos. He promised me to take me home after my BAC.

Basically, I'm very comfortable with him. If I agreed to go out with him, it's not because love naturally surprised us or because I love him for what he is, but it's also because he doesn't live in the same city as me and that he came from elsewhere, that made things much easier between us otherwise, if he was a native of the city, my mother would find out quickly and that will create a lot of trouble for me. Before meeting Mark, I had fallen in love with some but given my conditions, I had to get away from them before it involved other unpleasant situations but with Mark, it's different, there was something that kept me close to him, it was stronger than me and we must also admit that he is a guy who does not like to give up so easily. For him, it is a failure not to succeed in obtaining what one desires the most in the world and this desire for him, it was me.

After releasing me, he went to take a shower. After the shower, he was getting dressed when my phone started ringing. I enter it automatically to check the name before answering the call, great was my panic when I came across my mom's name.

♦Mom: (annoyed) Rose, where are you?

♦Me: (panicked) I'm with... I'm... I just left school mom...

♦Mom: Are you talking about me? If I don't see your feet in this house in 10 minutes, you'll know that even God in his goodness has its limits.

To be continued...