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The Kisser & the Kissee

I thought kissing is only an act of love until I witnessed the one done outside of love…

It was all bliss for over four months I got married to Francis. The kisses will not end; he kissed me in the morning, afternoon, night, and even before going to the toilet to do some long business. The lovemaking will also not cease. 

Early in the morning, he will kiss me ‘wake up, It’s morning!’ and on his hand is a breakfast of a well-prepared dish by him. He would then sit by me and feed me as a baby. Of course, I am his baby. Sometimes I think this whole pampering is maybe partly due to my pregnancy or perhaps the love he professes to me. 

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I was already four months pregnant before we got married. But oh well! I will enjoy the whole scenario while it lasts! During these few heaven months of marriage, we discussed everything, we left no stone unturned in the course of our discussions. Francis told me stories from his childhood to his adulthood; he told me about his past relationship, both tasteful and sour. 

Once, he told me about girls in his college days that threw themselves at him due to his unparalleled intelligence and how he sexually used a good number of them. I thought it was funny and for all the fun of it.