Bloggers Diary - Kiss of Life!!

I hate boastful people...Ok! Hate is too strong a word to use. The words of boastful people don't hold water to me.

Let me find out or discover that great talent or gifts of yours myself. If you so decide to boast about it, you Berra live up to your expectations or you shall forever remain in my black book of losers.

That how yours truly hit it off with a man in one meeting. The connection was so strong that we became friends afterwards. We would chat and make calls almost round the clock. Infact, we were stuck on each other.

He would tell me how a bad kisser he was... Oh Vivien, I would kiss you for hours and hours without stop. those who had kissed my lips would attest to it, I am not trying to boast Vivien, but be prepared for my kiss cause it gonna make your feet

Blog Visitor Needs Help. I was Raped! Should I tell?

The quarrel with Mark was beginning to have it toll on me as I was getting depressed by the day. He wouldn't answer nor return my calls, wouldn't reply my chats and sms. I have sent emissaries to beg him but he remained unmoved and unshaken.. I know he would eventually turn around but I didn't know how long it will take.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning..I laid on my bed, inserted a copy of the new film I got "ADDICTED" into my laptop and relaxed to enjoy. One hour into the movie, I heard a loud bang on my door which shattered the door from its hinges. I turned around and saw two masked men facing me with Guns pointed at me.

I was stark naked on my bed and quickly rushed to cover myself with the duvet but it was already too late as I noticed an erection in one of them.

He approached me menacingly, pointed the gun to my head while he freed his penis from his pants. He had his way into me and raped me as his partner packed the valuables I had in my room.

I heard myself moan as I was defiled. I felt dirty but couldn't help myself as I felt his manhood stretch every breadth of my vagina. I guess he noticed that I was responding and reduced his grasp on me before he climaxed.

After the incidence, my boyfriend ran to my apartment..The police also came and we were told to write our statements.

I noted down all was taken from me but didn't mention the fact that I was raped. How could I say I was when I enjoyed the very act..The scenes from the movie raised my hormones at that time before the robbers struck.

Now I'm stuck with guilt, filth, tears and a nagging conscience.

Its two weeks gone and I need to tell my man what transpired to regain my sanity.

What should I do? I'm dying inside