MEN AND S£X IN MARRIAGE

Men love s£x, that is the truth.

Women love s£x but will not acknowledge it neither will most take the initiative in bed. The society has silently taught women to suppress their s3xual side which is good before marriage but extremely dangerous in marriage!

I am a sh@meless advocate of virginity till marriage, you just have to keep yourself intact and I accept no excuse for losing it. Virginity is bae!

At the same time, I am a sh@meless advocate of h0t, sweet, passionate, delicious, sh@meless s£x in marriage!

A man deserves h0t, steaming, passionate s£x from his wife! You don't know how much he loves you, desires you and needs you desperately till you allow him take you to the moon and back on your matrimonial bed!
Stop being stingy with your body baby and let him show you how generous he is with love making!

A man needs s£x to relieve some pressures down below after the day's stress and being tempted by daughters of Delilah whom he refused to fall for! If you knew how they packaged their enticing b00bs and super large b√ttocks they were shaking up and down! You will descend on your husband the moment he gets back home and drain him every of s3xual tension those Jezebels stirred in him!

Please, stop that missionary s£x style! It's boring! Doing same thing for ten years is tasteless! Add some spice! Turn to the wall and let him stare at the wonderful works of God!

Your husband needs to get drained regularly! He needs passionate s£x to stay sane! He needs it to make heaven! He needs it to reject those Jezebels' tempting offers! He needs it to clear his brain, get more creative, make more money and take good care of you and the children! He needs it passionately to be the man he is created to be! Don't joke with s£x -passionate s£x with your man. To do so is to play with fire! The consequence is very devastating!

When a man is s£xually starving his mind wanders around! He can't concentrate on God! He can't concentrate on the Bible! He isn't seeing visions of angels or hearing from God! His mind is clogged and he takes note of every walking female figure with shapes that look like that of Jezebel or Delilah!

Many women don't enjoy s£x or look forward to it because they don't experience, toe curling, body shivering, electrifying, head to toe sweet, very sweet 0rgasm!

When a woman enjoys regular 0rgasm, oh my God! She will chase you forever!

Give her plenty love, affection, money and care, she will love you exactly the way you want to be loved from whatever angle and whichever style you want, trust me, you will have a brand new wife in 3 days!

Let's keep our homes away from satan, side cocks, side chicks and those small girls looking for someone's husband to snatch! Good husband materials are hard to come by these days my sis, if you have one, hold him tight in between your thighs, don't say I didn't warn you ooo!

You don't know what you are missing till you have regular, toe curing, roof breaking, body shivering, tongue speaking, name moaning, sweet orgasm with your spouse in marriage!

The blessings that will follow you and your spouse is out of this world!

S£x has super power! Tap into it!

And tap into your husband from tonight forward!

Give him super s£x -always...

S£x...Sweet S£x!
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9ja to the world

I will never die untimely death and all the gada family will surely archive there goal and dreams Amen

LOVE AND AND BULLET
PART 9
The iron gates of Obinna’s mansion groaned open, the sound echoing through the compound like a royal decree.
Ava walked beside him—not behind him—her boots clicking against the polished marble pathway. The air smelled of gunpowder, sweat, and victory. Behind them, Emeka stumbled in chains, his once-proud head now bowed, his expensive clothes torn and bloodied.
The entire compound had gathered—Obinna’s men, his lieutenants, even the house staff—all lined up in perfect formation. Silence draped over them like a heavy cloak.
Then, as one, they dropped to their knees.
Not just for Obinna.
For *her.
The celebration was legendary.
The mansion’s grand hall had been transformed into a palace of revelry. Tables groaned under the weight of steaming jollof rice, spicy suya, and towers of fresh fruit. Palm wine and champagne flowed freely. Music thumped through the walls, the bass vibrating in Ava’s chest as she sat at Obinna’s right hand—the place of honor.
Emeka was forced to kneel in the corner, wrists bound, watching as his empire crumbled before his eyes.
Obinna raised his glass, the gold rings on his fingers glinting in the candlelight. “To the woman who fights like a goddess and loves like a storm.”
The room erupted in cheers, glasses clinking, voices chanting "Obinna! Ava! Obinna! Ava!"
Ava’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t look away from Obinna’s gaze.
He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “Tonight, I worship you properly.”
Later, when the feast had dwindled and the music softened, Obinna led Ava to his bedroom—a sanctuary of dark wood, silk sheets, and the faint scent of sandalwood.
Moonlight spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting silver stripes across their skin as Obinna peeled away her clothes with reverence.
“Every scar,” he murmured, tracing the marks on her body, “every bruise—you wore them for me.”
Ava shivered as his lips followed his fingers, mapping her like sacred territory.
They didn’t rush.
This wasn’t just passion—it was a claiming.
When Obinna finally sank into her, their moans tangled together, Ava clutched at his back, her nails leaving crescent moons in his skin.
“Stay,” he begged between thrusts, his voice raw. “Not just in my bed. In my life. As my second. As my queen.”
Ava arched beneath him, her answer lost in a cry of pleasure.
But she knew.
Her heart had already decided.
Dawn came too soon.
Ava woke to Obinna’s fingers tracing lazy patterns on her bare back. She turned, meeting his gaze—soft in the morning light, but no less dangerous.
“We have one last thing to do,” he said.
She knew what he meant.
Emeka.
The basement was cold, the air thick with damp and regret.
Emeka sat slumped against the wall, his once-fine clothes now filthy, his face gaunt. He looked up as they entered, his lips curling into a bitter smile.
“Come to gloat, brother?”
Obinna crossed his arms. “Come to understand.”
Emeka’s laugh was hollow. “What’s there to understand? You won. I lost.”
Ava stepped forward. “Why betray your own blood?”
Emeka’s eyes flicked to her, filled with something like pity. **“You really don’t know, do you?”
Ava stiffened. “Know what?”
“Your precious NDLEA,” Emeka spat. “They’re the ones who came to me. Told me if I helped take Obinna down, they’d let me keep the empire.”
Ava’s blood turned to ice.
“They knew you were undercover,” Emeka continued, grinning at her shock. “They planned for you to die in the crossfire. Clean little accident—no loose ends.”
Obinna’s hand found hers, squeezing tight.
But Ava barely felt it.
Because the truth was worse than betrayal.
It was calculated sacrifice.
TO BE CONTINUED...

LOVE AND BULLET
PART 7
Dawn crept through the curtains like a thief, painting gold stripes across tangled limbs and rumpled sheets.
Ava woke to the weight of Obinna’s arm draped possessively over her waist, his breath warm against her bare shoulder. For one hazy moment, she forgot—forgot she was a detective, forgot he was a criminal, forgot the world outside these four walls existed at all.
Then reality crashed back in.
The safe house was quiet except for the steady drip-drip of last night’s rain from the gutters outside. Obinna’s phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with a message that made his arm tense around her.
“We need to move.” His voice was rough with sleep, sending shivers down her spine.
Ava turned in his arms, their noses almost brushing. “Who was that?”
Obinna’s thumb traced idle circles on her hip. “My brother’s making his move.”
The bathroom mirror reflected a version of herself Ava barely recognized—smudged mascara, kiss-bruised lips, the ghost of Obinna’s fingers still branding her skin. She turned the shower knob too hard, letting the scalding water punish her for last night’s weakness.
But when she stepped out, steam curling around her, Obinna was leaning against the doorframe—shirtless, a fresh scar she hadn’t noticed before slashing across his ribs.
“You stare like you’ve never seen me before,” he murmured, taking the towel from her hands.
Ava swallowed as he dried her shoulders with agonizing slowness. “I haven’t. Not like this.”
His lips quirked. “And how do you see me now, detective?"
Dangerous. Addictive. Impossible to walk away from.
She didn’t answer.
Breakfast was a tense affair—fresh mango, warm puff-puff, bitter coffee. Obinna spread a map across the table, his fingers tapping Lagos Island.
“My brother controls the docks now,” he said. “But he’s vulnerable here.”
Ava studied the markings—warehouses, patrol routes, escape points. “This is a full-scale assault.”
“It’s war.” Obinna’s gaze burned into hers. “And you’re going to help me win it.”
Ava laughed incredulously. “Why would I do that?”
He leaned forward, catching her wrist and pressing her palm flat against his chest. His heartbeat thundered under her fingers.
“Because last night wasn’t just sex.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “And we both know it.”
The Intimacy of Conspiracy
Obinna dressed her himself—black tactical pants, a fitted bulletproof vest, knives strapped to her thighs. His hands lingered at every buckle, every strap, as if memorizing her.
“This isn’t a disguise,” Ava realized as he braided her hair back with surprising tenderness. “It’s armor.”
Obinna’s lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Today, I need you to be a weapon.”
When he stepped back, Ava saw the change in his eyes—the softness from this morning hardened into something lethal. The Lion was back.
At the door, Obinna caught her face between his hands. His kiss tasted like coffee and goodbye.
“When this is over,” he vowed, “I’ll peel this armor off you one piece at a time.”
Ava’s breath caught. “If we survive.”
His smile was all teeth. “When we survive.”
Then he was gone, leaving Ava with the ghost of his touch and a terrible realization—
She no longer knew whose side she was on.
TO BE CONTINUED...

LOVE AND BULLET
PART 6
The underground safe room hummed with tension, the glow of surveillance screens casting flickering shadows across Obinna’s sharp features. Ava stood frozen, her fingers still curled around the cold metal of the gun he had given her.
His brother’s men.
The words echoed in her mind, unraveling everything she thought she knew.
Obinna moved with lethal grace, his agbada now slightly undone at the collar, revealing the strong column of his throat. He didn’t look at her as he checked the monitors, his voice low. “They’ll be here in minutes.”
Ava swallowed. “Why would your own brother send men to kill you?”
A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Because power is a poison, little detective. And family?” He finally met her gaze, his eyes dark with something unreadable. “Family is just the first betrayal.”
The rawness in his voice sent an unexpected pang through her chest.
A distant thud echoed from the tunnel.
They were out of time.
Obinna grabbed her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers as he pulled her toward the SUV. “Drive.” He tossed her the keys.
Ava caught them on reflex. “You’re trusting me to drive?”
His lips curved, but there was no humor in it. “I’m trusting you to survive.”
The engine roared to life as Ava slammed her foot on the accelerator, the tires screeching against concrete as they shot up the ramp. The garage door groaned open, revealing the storm-lashed streets of Lagos.
Rain pelted the windshield in sheets, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and neon. Ava’s pulse hammered as she swerved through traffic, her knuckles white on the wheel.
Obinna braced a hand on the dashboard, his other gripping her thigh—not possessive, not demanding, just *there*. A silent anchor in the chaos.
“Left,” he commanded, his voice steady.
Ava obeyed, cutting sharply down a narrow alley. The SUV’s side mirror clipped a stack of crates, sending them crashing to the ground behind them.
A glance in the rearview mirror confirmed what she already knew—headlights. Closing in.
“They’re still on us,” she breathed.
Obinna’s thumb stroked absently over her skin, his touch sending a traitorous shiver up her spine. “Then lose them.”
The safe house was a nondescript apartment in the heart of Lagos, tucked between a bustling market and a mechanic’s shop.
Ava barely had time to register the sparse furnishings before Obinna was crowding her against the door, his body a wall of heat as he caged her in. Rain dripped from his locs onto her cheeks, his breath warm against her lips.
“Why did you follow me?” he demanded.
Ava’s chest rose and fell rapidly. “You didn’t leave me much choice.”
“There’s always a choice.” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “You could have run.”
She should have. Every instinct screamed at her to.
But then his hand slid up her waist, his calloused fingers branding her through the thin fabric of her ruined dress.
Ava’s breath hitched.
Obinna stilled, his eyes searching hers. **“Tell me to stop.”
She didn’t.
His kiss was fire and fury, a clash of teeth and tongue that stole the breath from her lungs. Ava arched into him, her fingers tangling in his locs as he backed her toward the bed.
The storm outside raged on, thunder shaking the windows as Obinna’s hands mapped every inch of her—her waist, her hips, the curve of her throat.
“You’re mine tonight,” he growled against her skin. “No lies. No games.”
Ava gasped as his teeth grazed her collarbone. “And tomorrow?”
Obinna pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his own blazing with something fierce. “Tomorrow, we go to war.”
Then his mouth was on hers again, and Ava let herself drown in him.
TO BE CONTINUED...

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LOVE AND BULLET
PART 4
The air in Obinna’s study was thick with tension—heavy like the Lagos humidity before a storm.
Ava’s wrists ached from the silk scarves binding her to the chair, the fabric deceptively soft but unyielding. Obinna stood before her, his shadow stretching long across the polished mahogany floors. The scent of his cologne—something expensive, something dangerous—mixed with the faint aroma of aged whiskey from the glass he swirled absently in one hand.
“You’re not very good at this, detective.”
The word hit her like a slap.
Ava’s breath caught, but she forced her face to remain blank. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Obinna laughed—a deep, rich sound that sent an unwelcome shiver down her spine. “Your lies are getting boring.” He set the glass down with a quiet clink and circled her like a predator sizing up its prey. “Let’s try this again. Who sent you?”
Ava clenched her jaw. “Go to hell.”
He stopped behind her, his breath warm against her ear. “Already there, sweetheart.”
Then—
His fingers brushed the nape of her neck, tracing the delicate chain of the necklace she wore. Ava stiffened.
“This is nice,” he murmured, his thumb grazing her skin. “Too nice for a runaway socialite.”
Before she could react, he yanked the chain—hard. The clasp broke, and the pendant clattered onto the desk.
Ava’s blood ran cold.
The tracker.
Obinna picked it up, examining the tiny device hidden inside the locket. His expression darkened. “NDLEA? Or are you working for someone else?”
Ava’s mind raced. If they knew she was compromised, her team would be moving in. But if they didn’t…
She was on her own.
Obinna sighed and pocketed the tracker. “No matter. They won’t find you here.” He leaned down, bracing his hands on the arms of her chair, caging her in. “But since you’re so determined to play spy…”
His lips curled into a smirk. “Let’s play.”
The Rules of the Game:
1. No lies. Every time she hesitated or refused to answer, he removed a piece of her jewelry—each one hiding another tool or weapon.
2. No mercy. For every truth she gave, he would share one of his own.
3. No escape. The doors were locked. The windows bulletproof. The only way out was through him.
Ava’s earrings went first—tiny listening devices. Then her bracelet—a lockpick sewn into the lining.
By the time he reached for the hidden blade strapped to her thigh, her dress was slit open to her hip, his fingers trailing far too close to bare skin.
“You’re enjoying this,” she hissed.
Obinna paused, his gaze flicking up to hers. “Aren’t you?”
Ava hated the way her pulse jumped.
The Truths Unfold:
She admitted she was NDLEA.
He admitted he’d known for days.
She confessed she was sent to dismantle his empire.
He revealed he’d let her get close.
“Why?” Ava demanded.
Obinna leaned in, his lips a breath from hers. “Maybe I wanted to see how far you’d go.”
Then the power went out.
TO BE CONTINUED...

In the Silence of My Heart
-Shivam Mishra
If I don’t say a single word,
Will you still feel what I have heard?
The way your name beats in my chest,
A quiet truth I can't confess.
You walk so softly through my day,
Like morning light that finds its way.
The wind slows down, the world turns still,
As if it moves by just your will.
Your eyes are deep, I lose my way,
And yet I wish to always stay.
They speak of things I’ll never know,
Yet pull me in like rivers flow.
You are the dream I breathe each night,
The thought that wakes me with first light.
You are the calm in all my storm,
The unseen fire that keeps me warm.
You are a poem I never write,
A melody that feels just right.
A prayer I hold inside my hand,
A love I try to understand.
I don’t need promises or chains,
Or heavy words or lover’s claims.
To love you is a quiet art—
A silent rhythm in my heart.
So if I never speak out loud,
If I just smile within the crowd,
Know this much, and keep it near:
You are my song. You are my dear.

Motion picture dates are ideal for cozying up and feeling the shiver of emotion sharing, particularly when both of your elbows touch one another, accidentally, of course.

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*DID YOU KNOW?*

* July was named after the famous Roman general Julius Caesar by the Roman senate; as it was the month he was born in.

* The national flag of Denmark, the Dannebrog, is considered the oldest continuously used national flag in the world. According to legend, it fell from the sky during the Battle of Lyndanisse on June 15, 1219 when King Valdemar II was fighting a crusade against Estonian pagans.
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*TODAY IN HISTORY*

* On this day in 1870, the first Vatican Council, also known as Vatican I, decreed the doctrine of Papal infallibility. The doctrine claims that the Pope cannot err when speaking on issues of morality and/ or faith.

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If people are crazy enough to dare, impossible things happen. – Richard Branson

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