I love Wilson so much, my spirit chose him, but the pain I obtain from making love with him is not helping out as it does not agree with my brain.
I went through a lot when I was in the orphanage home, and the pain never broke me.
I had tough training, and I was not hurt. I don't know why I am having so much pain from just making love with someone I love. I saw my Fada and mother enjoyed it so much. I thought that would be the same for me, but it has been a pain for me every time after the pleasure.
I myself know for sure I can't be in a relationship with a male without making love.
Who would accept that? And I am sure making love is one of the things that bonds couples together; intercourse.
I don't know how on earth I will discuss not making love with Wilson. I am really sure he's not going to accept it, and even if he does, it will be for how long, and that would terminate our relationship, which I will not allow to happen because I love Wilson.
Wilson is the exact type of guy I have dreamed of since my tender age. Now I got the wish, and this merciless pain is taking it away from me.
Not to lose Wilson is the reason I am being tough to stand against the pain, so I won't cut myself out of the relationship.
Really, he wasn't interested in me right from the beginning. I was the one that gave him a reason to look into the bright side of it, and he later got interested, and loved me, probably more than the way I love him.
The pains in my stomach, my waist, and practically my womb proved tougher.
My second thought stayed out of the relationship for the rest of my life, while my first thought stood firm in it.
To make it worse, I had pains all night. It got to a point in the middle of the night when I picked up my phone, I was going to inform Wilson that I was done with the relationship, that we needed to cut it.
It was my very weak fingers that were too weak to dial the numbers that are still keeping me in the relationship. I am happy I failed to do that anyway. The pains got relieved this morning and I planned to discuss them with Swiss before I went ahead with the final decision.
Ace's point of view.
Fada would have had a meeting with us yesterday, but the absence of Helen was what postponed it.
My thought was that the meeting would be held today, but I heard Fada telling mother he wouldn't come back until evening, when he was going out on an outing.
When Fada took his leave, I also got dressed, and set out.
Even if I put on the simplest dress, the compliments I get from people have always been that I am hot.
I actually don't see myself being hot though, but mother is very hot.
Even now that she's in her forties, she's as hot and beautiful as a teenager, and my resemblance to her, maybe I am hot too.
Immediately after Fada took his leave, I dressed in a way to get the attention of the guys and I went my way.
The whole story behind my dressing and outing was because I kept listening to the audio I recorded when I tracked Helen.
It even prompted me to watch sexual videos, and I am out for a guy I would start my first ever relationship with.
The thing is, I don't know what I want in a guy, so I don't have an exact type. Should it be tall, short, fat, or slim, I don't know, I just want to be with someone, someone that will love me, and most importantly, make love with me.
I went to a pub. In the pub's parking lot, I saw a group of guys there, some with their girls, and some staying there alone.
I really don't know what kept them outside though, but I took my opportunity.
I hit a bike with my car intentionally to create a scene, and the bike got a little damage.
Luckily, they all focused on who was coming out of the car. I didn't park my hair to make me look so hot.
Coming out of my car, my hair was flying in accordance with my stepping.
I was wearing a white crop top over a pink mini skirt.
The skirt is the mojo of my dress; it fits my inviting curvy hips, and reveals my round sexy buttocks.
Since my mission is to call attention to myself, which I am already getting, I even spice it up by bending over to lift the bike I hit to the ground with my car.
I am definitely on the right track because I heard the guys screaming in anticipation when I bent over, hoping to see my private part.
All eyes were on me, even the ladies that were there. They thought they would see my private part, but the shorts I wore under the skit never allowed them.
I put the bike up and parked my call well, and commenced my going into the pub.
My observation made me notice one guy said, "She had run herself into trouble for that" and I also noticed a girl slapped her boyfriend who had lost love with me.
I am certain one of them will come for me as I twist my waist in a sexy way and make my way through them without saying a word, even though they offer me greetings with romantic names.
All I wanted was to be with someone, and any of them at that spot that approached me would be highly welcomed, since I don't mind a single person or someone that is in a relationship.