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My Advice To Young Girls: Avoid Sugar Daddies At All Cost

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This story is a bit hard to narrate. I don’t recognise myself anymore. In the space of about 5 years, I have become everything I vowed never to become. In 2017, I gained admission into a prestigious University (I prefer not to mention the name); in 2018, I lost both of my parents in a car accident.

They were returning from a funeral and they both lost their lives. The news was so devastating to me that for that sem, I failed two of my papers. My four siblings were shared amongst my uncles and aunties they will call me at school and cry on the phone that they were hungry, or my auntie discriminates amongst them, or an uncle hit them with a chair.

It was always one issue after the other. As the firstborn, I couldn’t even concentrate on school because I felt responsible for my younger siblings and I wanted to take them away from some of my aunties.

Our lastborn has autism and he was staying with one of my father’s sisters. It was the same place I was also staying during the vacation. My brother was always neglected and he would cry and cry without anyone attending to him. It made me miss my mother so much because she studied the condition from the moment she gave birth to him and she knew how well to handle him. When I came to stay with them and I was leaving, my brother didn’t want to let me go. He clung to me so tightly and I couldn’t hold back my tears. I begged my auntie to try and give him a little bit more attention and she said I was a very ungrateful girl for suggesting that. We were orphans and we should be grateful that we had a roof to sleep under.

When I returned to school, I started finding ways to make money to free my siblings in the future. Not all of our aunties and uncles were treating us badly. My mother’s brother was the best.

He was even calling me to ask of me at school and my sister was staying with him. The one who comes directly after me. I didn’t want to create problems for my aunties and uncles. I don’t think they’re bad people per se, but I know how difficult it is to raise your own kids and add that of your late sibling’s child as well.

I started selling clothes on campus to sustain myself because apart from my mother’s brother who was sending me some money for my upkeep at school, I wasn’t receiving it from anywhere else.

In the midst of that hardship, a friend of mine introduced me to a lecturer. What she told me was that the man was very wealthy and apart from him lecturing, he owns a huge farm and has many workers. She told me he could place me on a scholarship because I was struggling to pay my fees. I also had some outstanding resits.

I went to his office one time with my friend and I must admit he was really a good-looking man and all that. But I honestly did not think that his intentions were s*xual. I have previously tried to apply for scholarships but because I failed two papers, my GPA reduced and I didn’t make the cut off so I gave up on that. I thought this lecturer was capable of helping me get a scholarship if I narrated my story to him.

He spoke to me in a professional way when my friend was in the office with me and he told me he runs a scholarship programme for needy students like me. He gave me a different time to come and see him in his office. I went to him again on the day he gave me it.

This time, my friend had a lecture and she couldn’t escort me. When I went, the conversation was totally different. He started telling me about the number of students he pays their fees and the need to understand that life is a give and take.

He said I have something he wants and he has something I want. He gave me his personal contact and told me to call him anytime. Then he got up from his desk and started making advances toward me. He tried to lift my skirt but I had had enough and I got up and left the office. When I got to my room, my roommates were not around and I cried bitterly.

I wasn’t done paying my school fees. I also had to buy some handouts for my courses and pay for a resit. In addition to that, I wasn’t having enough money to sustain myself for the rest of that month even though I was eating once a day. I fought the urge to call the lecturer for three whole weeks.

But when I used all the money I was using to sell clothes to buy some food and the handouts I needed, I realised that I had come to the end of the rope. I felt like I was hanging. I called him with tears in my eyes on Saturday and he wasn’t in the school but he drove to the entrance and picked me up.

To clarify, he wasn’t my lecturer, he was teaching a different course. That day, he took me to an apartment beyond Kasoa and had his way with me. That place was his secret apartment. He only brought his students there.

After that one encounter, he sent a huge sum of money into my bank account. I paid all my expenses within that week and paid the debts I owed my friends. I even sent something to my siblings and I still had some money left with me. The following weekend, the cycle continued.

But this time, I boarded a vehicle from campus and met him halfway. This happened almost every week until I recently told him I was done. I have created separate mutual funds for all my siblings and myself. The returns we are getting are enough to sustain us monthly.

I also rekindled my clothes business. I have rented a shop and I have an employee who sells for me. After I completed University a year ago, I rented a two-bedroom for my siblings and me and we now stay there. I pay their school fees as well. I did all of this with the weekly amounts I was receiving from my sugar daddy. It hasn’t come easily.

The man is a pervert, he can make demands on me and place huge amounts on them. He would tell me to allow him to spit in my mouth for ghc1K. Then he would spank me with a cane for 2k. Other times he would choke me with his thing for 3k and on and on.

If I played the game well, I could leave with 15K every week. I learnt that apart from his farm and lecturing, he was on the board of big institutions and he was enjoying a lot of allowances so giving out such amounts was peanut to him.

I want to be free of him now because I have established myself. I plan on buying a second shop next to my current shop to start selling shoes. I have budgeted for that and everything. I have also bought a plot of land and I am starting a building project soon. Now he said none of his girls ever leaves him. I told him I was done with University now and I wanted my freedom.

He said any girl who leaves him after his investments in her will meet her untimely death. This has really scared me, my friend, who introduced us told me she sleeps with a friend of my lecturer. These old men are in this society.

Not a cult per se, but a friendship society and you’ll have to have s*x with them until they don’t want you anymore or else they will find a way to end your life because you know too much about them. My friend claims these men have ways and means of finding you if you ever try to run. I feel so trapped although I look happy on the outside. I want to advise all girls to never succumb to the pressure of sleeping with sugar daddies for money. It doesn’t end well.

Source: Anonymous Confessions

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Woman confesses that her spouse always defecates in bed as he’s ready to ‘cum’

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"I've been married for eleven months now. My spouse has had this problem since we started dating till now. The problem is that whenever my husband and I have sex and he is ready to cum and it is at its climax, he eases himself into the bed. "We've tried to get him to stop, but he always complains it's too sweet and he can't contain himself. As a result, we decided that he would always relax himself before we started having sex. "But he will continue to do it while cuming. I refused to give him sex while we were dating because it was horrible. I married him because despite it, he is a responsible, nice, and caring spouse."

A Ghanaian lady who is married to a “loving and responsible husband” is looking for help dealing with what she describes as “disgusting” sexual encounters with her spouse.

The married woman with two children has said that her husband always defecates in bed when he is at his height of ecstasy during sex.

Revealing her traumatic situation to Ms. Nancy on Confessions on TV3, she stated that she is considering quitting her eleven-month marriage because she cannot bear it any longer.

“I’ve been married for eleven months now. My spouse has had this problem since we started dating till now. The problem is that whenever my husband and I have sex and he is ready to cum and it is at its climax, he eases himself into the bed.

“We’ve tried to get him to stop, but he always complains it’s too sweet and he can’t contain himself. As a result, we decided that he would always relax himself before we started having sex.

“But he will continue to do it while cuming. I refused to give him sex while we were dating because it was horrible. I married him because, despite it, he is a responsible, nice, and caring spouse,” she narrated.

According to her, the situation is impacting her mental health because all attempts to settle her issue have failed.

“I’m going through a lot because it makes me puke; mentally, I’m breaking down. I’m not sure whether to quit the marriage because we currently have two children. I tried every possible solution to the problem, but nothing worked,” she said.

She is presently seeking assistance to deal with the circumstance, as the problem is harming her mental health.

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I prefer to masturbate than have sex with my husband – Lady shares ordeal

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She stated that she has always felt sexually unfulfilled after intercourse, therefore she chooses to masturbate to satisfy herself rather than having sex with her boyfriend. "Within two minutes, he had come. As a result, I avoid him and prefer to masturbate to satisfy my sexual cravings since, as soon as we start having sex, he has come and the item will stand," she said Ms. Nancy on Confessions on TV3.

A Ghanaian woman has expressed her sexual discontent with her spouse.

The lady, whose identity has been kept hidden, told Confessions on TV3 that her spouse never stays in bed for more than two minutes.

She stated that she has always felt sexually unfulfilled after intercourse, therefore she chooses to masturbate to satisfy herself rather than having sex with her boyfriend.

“Within two minutes, he had come. As a result, I avoid him and prefer to masturbate to satisfy my sexual cravings since, as soon as we start having sex, he has come and the item will stand,” she said to Ms. Nancy on Confessions on TV3.

Meanwhile, Life Coach Ebenezer Quaye, a guest on the show, encouraged lovers to share feedback to each other after participating in physical intimacy with their loved ones.

This, he argued, will inspire spouses to work on their sexual deficiencies.

“If you are having sex and do not receive feedback from your wife, there is a problem.” Wives should also provide feedback to their spouses. “It’s so nice and encouraging,” he commented.

He also gave some strategies for improving sexual shortcomings between lovers.

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How my husband sex trafficked me for 13 years

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When I was about 14 years old, one of my neighbours came over and invited me to a pool party. "It's going to be fun." She said. "Sure. "I would love to." I didn't have many friends, so it felt good to be part of something for once. I got my bathing suit and followed the girl. Before we arrived at the place, we encountered a small gathering of teens. There was one person who stood out from the crowd. He had everyone's attention, and everyone wanted to speak with him. My companion began heading towards them, and I followed her.

I learned that life was unfair at an early age, and in the worst way conceivable. My stepfather used to sexually assault me, and when I eventually had the bravery to denounce him, he received only three months of treatment as punishment and was allowed to live with me again.

My mother brought him back for financial reasons, but she kept us apart. They slept below, while we slept above. Nevertheless, I was traumatised and lived in terror. As if I hadn’t gone through enough pain, I met a man who I believed loved me and who sex trafficked me.

When I was about 14 years old, one of my neighbours came over and invited me to a pool party.

“It’s going to be fun.” She said.

“Sure. “I would love to.”

I didn’t have many friends, so it felt good to be part of something for once. I got my bathing suit and followed the girl. Before we arrived at the place, we encountered a small gathering of teens. There was one person who stood out from the crowd. He had everyone’s attention, and everyone wanted to speak with him. My companion began heading towards them, and I followed her.

“Hello, Greg. I invite you to meet my buddy Wendy. “Wendy, this is Greg.” She spoke to the guy.

Greg turned to me, smiled, and extended his hand before saying, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

At that point, my knees were weak. My heart began beating, and I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Can I get your number?” He asked.

“Sure,” I responded and handed it to him.

I didn’t expect him to call, but later that night he did, and we spoke for hours. That was the start of a relationship that led to my being sex trafficked.

Greg understood how to make me feel appreciated, which is all I wanted. We became amorous quickly, and I fell pregnant soon after. I had been under my mother’s care since I was 17 years old when I had my child. Greg demanded that I leave my mother’s house so that we could make our relationship work.

“How am I going to do that?” I asked.

“I’ve got a plan. You may relocate to a shelter, where they will consider you emancipated from your parents, and then you will be eligible for welfare checks, and we will be able to get an apartment and live happily ever after.” He explained.

At the time, it seemed like a fairy tale, and I was all in. I ran away from home, and Greg took me and my kid to a shelter. However, life at the shelter was not as easy as Greg made it appear.

It took long for me to receive my first welfare check, and I was running out of baby goods. So I contacted Greg and told him I needed money to take care of our child.

“Don’t worry, I have a job for us to do.” He said.

I assumed he meant cleaning people’s homes because that’s what he told me he did for money. So I picked up my kid and went to see him.

“What are we going to do?” I asked Greg.

“Well, you’re going to walk up this street, wait on that corner for a man to pick you up and you’ll have sex with that man in his car and he’ll pay you.” He explained without emotion.

I was perplexed and apprehensive, but he kept bringing up my daughter and insisting that if I loved her, I would do it. I felt like I had no option. My knees and hands shook as I proceeded to where he had instructed me to stand. As soon as I arrived, a car stopped in front of me, and the driver requested me to get in. That’s how my spouse started sex trafficking me.

“I know a place we can go in the woods.” He said.

I did not say anything. When we arrived in the woods, we both exited and walked to a private location where he began removing his clothing. I took off mine, we had sex, and he gave me the money before driving me back to where he had picked me up.

When I came out, I went to Greg, who was still standing in the same location and handed him all of the money.

“I love you.” I knew I had made the proper decision in choosing you as my wife. He said.

We went to purchase diapers and formula for the baby and had a little extra. However, a week later, we were out of diapers again.

That time, he encouraged me to take on two or three customers so that I might earn enough money to leave the shelter.

“Do you want your daughter to live in a shelter for the rest of her life?” He asked.

From there, he started one of the greatest prostitution networks in the region. It comprised four to ten females from various states. He sexually trafficked me for 13 years while I was still married to him. It varied from once a week to every other day, depending on how much money he received from the other females. I worked as a street girl, and escort, and made house calls. Not to add that I have two more children with him.

People continually questioned me why I stayed with him for so long, but no matter what I told them, they couldn’t comprehend what I was going through. Greg hooked us to drugs and physically abused us if we attempted to escape. He would also send the other girls to find any girl who had gone and beat her until she returned. I felt bonded to the other females since we weren’t permitted to have outside contact. So, anytime I managed to flee, I felt horrible and returned because I didn’t want them to suffer.

After 13 years, I was finally free of Greg. I had recently given birth and was in the kitchen making supper for us when I noticed police cruisers outside our house. The cops swooped in, arrested Greg, and detained me for interrogation.

However, I refused to talk to them because I was afraid Greg would beat me if he found out. Because I did not comply, they accused me of sex trafficking and sentenced me to 23 months in prison. Greg was also charged with sex trafficking and was sentenced to ten years in jail.

My children were removed while I was in prison, and because the judge in the custody case felt I was a sex trafficker, she promised that I would not be granted custody of my children. When I got out, I returned to school and earned an associate’s degree. In addition, I returned to the same judge who heard my custody case to request custody of my kid. I went with my attorneys, counsellors, and even the police officers who detained me to explain my situation to the court.

She returned my child to me, and I returned home to live with my mother, who sadly died later. Today, I feel comfortable and satisfied, which is a wonderful place to be. I’ve realised that there are individuals eager to help those who have faced the same hardships that I have, and if you’re going through anything similar, you don’t have to suffer alone or in silence.

This narrative is based on the Unfiltered Stories YouTube video.

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