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She wants me to make her a second wife before she gives me access after all the bills and sacrifices

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She knew I was married because she saw my ring the first time we met. She wanted to apply for the US lottery, and a mutual friend directed her to me. Through that, we talked often and deepened the friendship between us. Even after I was done helping her, she kept calling every now and then, and she passed by my office whenever she could. When I realized I was falling for her, I decided to back out of the friendship. I stopped calling her and sometimes did not pick up her calls. The more I tried to leave the friendship, the more this girl kept pushing.

One afternoon, I was in the office when she came wearing a long face. She looked at me someway, as if I’d wronged her in some way. I asked what the problem was and she said, “Have I wronged you in any way? I want to know because this is not the first time you’re done this to me. Why don’t you pick up my calls? Why don’t you answer my text messages?” I thought I had to be frank with her so I told her what the problem was;

“Slowly, I’m developing a certain affection for you and I don’t think it’s appropriate looking at my situation…” She cut in, “Your situation? Are you a cripple or you’re suffering from leprosy?” I answered, “Not that but you know I’m married and I’m not allowed to be in this kind of relationship. It’s the reason I’m pulling away because I don’t know how it will make you feel when you finally realize I’m in love with you.”

Honestly, I said the truth knowing the truth will push her away from me. Instead, she made a joke out of it and asked questions that sought clarification on my feelings for her. She said, “If you love someone, you tell them. Yours is to let them know about your feelings. What they’ll do with that information is none of your business. You’re married, yes but you won’t be the only married man who has another woman on the side. It happens all the time. You don’t cut people off just because you’re developing feelings for them. You tell them. You’re a man.”

She gave me hope and I hung onto that hope to propose. I asked her, “So if I say I want you, will you agree to be with me?” She smiled. She said, “This is your office. I came so we resolve our differences. After work, call me and let’s talk about it the way it should be talked about.” Right after work, I called and she said yes. I said in my head, “Wow, it’s that easy? And I was shying away?” So the affair started. She knew her role and she played it perfectly. She would only call when I’m at work. Once I tell her I’m home, it ends there. We could chat all day and at night when I could, I would hide and talk to her. She was the one who initiated all the crazy ideas. I was only following her lead.

For over a month, we only talked and met in public places. Whenever I suggested shuperu on the phone, she would be so excited about it but when it gets to the time that she has to show working, she would be giving me excuses. “It’s the time of the month. Unfortunately, it came tonight. I wasn’t even expecting it.” One day when we were so close to intimacy she told me she had white. “If you carry it home, your wife will get the hint that you’re cheating on her.” For two months, it was one excuse after the other. Meanwhile, I was discharging my duty as a boyfriend. I sent her money when she asked for it. I bought her talk time and data so we could do video calls and each time we met, I paid her fare.

I got the hint that she was just toying with me so again I backed off. I stopped entertaining her and whenever she asked for something I ignored her. Again she came to my office. I didn’t even want to see her but she begged to have just a minute with me. She said it wasn’t intentional. “I can’t wait to do it with you too but it looks like we meet one unfortunate event after the other. As I’m sitting here I’m good and ready. If you like let’s do it.” I softened my stand. I told her, “I’ll call you after work so we meet somewhere.” She screamed, “Now you’re talking. I hope you won’t disappoint me. The way you’ve been calling for this match for this long, don’t come and give me two minutes show oo, I won’t accept it.” We both laughed and she left.

I called her phone after work and it was off. I shook my head. I said to myself, “It’s over. This is where it ends. I’ll never pick up her calls again and I’ll never see her when she comes to look for me in the office. Never!” She called the next morning and I didn’t pick up. She texted, “I know I disappointed you but please give me a chance let me explain. Pick up my calls and let’s talk please.”

I picked up her call and she said she was sorry and that she would like to meet me in the evening. When we met she told me, “The thing is, I don’t want to have a relationship that is based on only sex. I want friendship. I want the feeling of courtship. I want to be wooed every day. But with you, I feel like all you want is sex and then nothing. Because of this, I’ve sworn not to do it with anyone until we are married.” I asked her, “So why didn’t you tell me right from the start?” She answered, “Well, I’m sorry about that but I’m telling you now.”

I was so angry I wanted to kick the stupidity out of her soul. I said, “Then it’s over. Just go your way and leave my life alone.” She said,” Oh so it’s true. All you wanted was shuperu right? You want to eat and leave me right? If you had any other good intentions you wouldn’t be bothered about my stance. You’re married. I also want to marry before I do it. What’s wrong with that?” I asked, “You mean I should marry you before I get it? Is that what you want to tell me? Didn’t you know I was married before you came?” She said, “Well, I thought we could be everything but sex mates.”

I knew it was over that day so I deleted her number and blocked her line. I warned her not to come to my office again but guess what, this lady will call me with a different line every day to remind me it’s not over between us. She’ll be in a trotro and beg someone to use his phone to make a call. She’ll call me and say, “It’s me. I’m using a guy I met on a trotro’s phone to call you. If you won’t unblock me, I’ll always call with a different line. That’s how much I love you.”

I thought she had a mental problem so I asked the person who directed her to me the first time and she said, “No she’s sane. She’s very sound in the mind.” I told her, “Please tell her to stop worrying me.” I told her I was done helping her but she keeps calling to disturb me so she should warn her to stop. She hadn’t stopped. Because of her, I think twice before picking up calls that I don’t have the number on my phone. The work I do won’t allow me to stop picking up calls from unknown numbers so each time when she calls with another number, I had to pick up.

Currently, that’s the kind of devil I’m dealing with. I wish she would read this and leave me alone. I’m a married man, I don’t want disturbances. She has taken a lot from me already without giving me access. I’m OK. I’m not angry but she should leave my life alone. I’m getting frustrated and that’s not good for the two of us because I know what I can do when I’m frustrated,

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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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