Eventually.........I'll own you

So, we've been "a couple" for ten weeks this weekend, and so far you've let me have my way every time. I know you do that so you can keep getting between my legs, and I am totally okay with that, but you need to know that if you continue letting me have my way I'm going to own you. I'm going to own you and I'm going to wreck your marriage, take you from your kids, and keep you all for myself and all to myself. I told you that was the kind of woman I was on the night we met at the restaurant, which was the same night we first slept together, so it's not like you will be able to claim you didn't know. You knew, all right. And you loved the fact that I was that way. So, don't be surprised when I go to work on your family.

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  • You sound like a hot piece of ass. I would fall in love with you on our first date if you said to me what you said to the man you have right now.


  • Thanks anonymous for pouring out your heart here. Quite empathize with you in your plight. What I would tell you here is for you young lady to "close your legs". I have counselled ladies over the years in the course of my work and I have come to discover that majority of the ladies that do not "move on" whenever a relationship does not work out are those who had given in to sexual pressures, committed abortions or gotten infections from their partners. They keep sulking even a decade after the break up whereas their male counterparts had moved on, married and had kids. This later scenario usually adds to the lady's predicament. On the other hand, those who "closed their legs" have more secure and trustworthy marriages apart from "moving on" faster. Also lady, spice your spiritual life with God's word. Learn to read your scriptures (New Testament -you can google it and read on your mobile phones or tablets) and find out what LOVE means.

    1 Corinthians 13:4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 8 Love never fails. .

  • So after reading the above script about "love" do you think that you love this man? Is there
    a character of love there that condemned you? Supposing you get married to someone else tomorrow and another lady takes him from you and your kids? Don't folks reap what they sow? Supposing you talk to God now and let go and trust him to give you your own man who will love you unconditionally with every character of love as you read above? Don't you see that you will be well for it. I love you (with the love of God) and praying for you.

  • There may have been a time and place when love worked that way. But that was hundreds -- or thousands -- of years ago. Relationships today aren't like that. I am the best thing for this man, and he knows that. And when his wife learns that we are together and that it's me who he's been seeing, she is going to know that, too. There is no way she can compete with me, and there is no way he's going to get away from me, if I get my hooks into him like I have been. About another month, and he won't be able to go home, because he won't want to and I won't permit it. He won't leave me for another girl or girls, because I know how to take care of a man, and how to control him. If he keeps letting me have my way, and I know he will, then it's because he wants to be controlled this way. It's because he loves me. I already know how this ends, and it ends with me winning. Am I a terrible b**** and mean homewrecker? Yes, and I am proud of it. That's what you have to be in a relationship in the 21st century.


  • It was a cool Friday evening and I was bored. Incidentally, I did not want to go for my usual weekend night out. Everything seemed insipid. I was just not happy the way my life was going; wondered why it even bothered me. Usually booze and rough s** and my brand fix would do and I had a string of guys who would do me just for the asking; no just showing up with my well endowed b**** slim waist and "mega" hips that keeps the guys drooling. Just turned 18 and the hormones were raging.

    Finally, I locked my room door and lay on the bed sulking and moody. I put on the stereo but my favorite gigs were insipid too. What's really up with the night. What the f**k is it with this scr**d night? Then suddenly, someone was in my room; live, the lights were on. There was this strange feeling of guilt that enveloped me with his presence. He looked young, handsome and immaculate and I felt so dirty and wretched before him. I hid my face under the pillows and goosebumps rippled through my being like a wave on the sandy beach. Then the longest (about) fifteen minutes of silence I ever had in my life and he spoke: "Why have you been avoiding every overture of mine . . ." I was stunned. Overtures? I never knew him from Adam. I was ruminating on his question and shivering with fear in the interlude of about another 10 minutes. II read that chapter.

  • Was getting surprisingly relaxed only that guilt was resident in my heart. The next question showed me that this fellow whoever he may be knew what no other knew about me . . . "you shunned all my entreaties and went and killed my son . . .? (pardon I can't put all the rest of this second part of the question that explored my life down here). I was stunned the more. "killed his son?" I knew instantly what he meant. I yanked off a six week fetus despite the tug of war in my heart to the contrary. I never told anyone; neither my parents nor my best friend knew. I did not know the father of my baby either (but definitely not this fellow standing here) for I had a "gang bang" in a night party two weeks before I missed my period and I was drunk and high. More so I knew I was in my ovulation then. The guilt increased. He seems to allow my heart to absorb his questions before the next one. Then he asked the one I knew was the last; "supposing you die now . . . where are you going to?" I knew immediately that the "man" who could enter my room while the door was securely locked could take my life without even a snap of the fingers. The fear was back with the goosebumps and the guilt intensely multiplied! I began to shiver and quake with sobs and tears streamed freely. The next 10-15 minute was like eternity. I literally saw h***; where I was going to if I had died.

  • I thought the guilt would crush me. Then he did the unimaginable, it was not a question, it was a liberating statement. "An***a (he called my middle name which no one ever called me, not even my parents or at school for everyone called me by my first name) your sins are forgiven . . . for I died for you". Waooooh! The guilt was gone instantly, I felt new . . . a song simultaneously was triggered in my heart like a skillful DJ had tuned it. I knew instantly (honestly these pieces of knowledge are beyond me) that my name was written in "the book that mattered the most" (whatever that meant) and I also knew him; the one that created me, the one that died for me. I had avoided him all my life and in fact hated him in spite of the fact that my mom knew him and taught us about him. I stood up to embrace him but he was gone; just like he came. The song in my heart was then on my lips (a song I never sang before);
    I am saved,
    my heart is healed
    No more tugged by sin . . .

    The next week was even more stupefying. I lost the desire for booze, for "my brand fix" for clubbing, stripping, "gang bangs" and the wayward life I'd lived. I only wanted to read a copy of the bible especially the New Testament.I wanted to know him the more. I saw that he said the same liberating word ("your sins are forgiven") to a w**** like me in Luke seven vs forty eight. That was my best day so far in my life; the day I read that chapter!

  • Ok.....that's fine for you, but it's not the life for me. I love s**, and I was made for it, and I won't ever stop. Taking other women's husbands is just a part of that, and it is the most fun I've ever had. Knowing that I am literally pulling him away from his family and leaving a wife shattered and crying while I f*** her husband like the amazing beautiful w**** I am and the w**** I was born to be. This is my nature.

  • Whores end up in ditches or dumpsters. Google it.

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