Dear mylover101, I hope you are doing amazing.
I have finally summoned the courage to send in my wedding night brouhaha.
Without much ado, let me dive into my experience.
I was 35 years old when I met my husband through a dating website. We did not get along when we met at first as there were a lot of subtle disagreements and arguing. He lives in United States while I was based in Lagos. I believe that the reason we made it to the altar is that we were both mature when we met (He was 43) and took the time to build genuine friendship over time. He is an amazing Christian and we got married three years later.
We had an in-house traditional wedding, which was later followed by marriage under the Act. Both weddings were private with more of family members in attendance. Our Pastor later blessed the marriage in his office.
I had not slept with anyone prior to meeting my husband. I made up my mind when I was 14 years old to keep myself and it was so. But I guess my husband did not really believe me when I told him I was a virgin. Matter of fact, I had only been kissed thrice before I met him.
WEDDING NIGHT:
We got to our hotel room and I noticed that my husband was just staring at me like he was going to eat me. I became shy but afraid o lol. He asked for us to take a shower together but I didn’t because my tummy isn’t firm and neither are my ‘Cherries’ (Covers face). I knew he loves he me deeply but I just wasn’t that comfortable. So he took his bath first and went to the bed, watching the television. I proceeded to shower and while there I was so excited that I was going to share my body with him. When I came out of the bathroom, I willingly went to his side of the bed to lean over and kiss him passionately. Then I went to my side of the bed to lie down and I turned off the lights with the remote control.
My husband climbed on top of me and gave me gentle kisses that send shivers down my spine. (We had a Christian courtship so there was no kissing or touching) Chai, it was fireworks as we kissed passionately. From there hubby proceeded to my chest. He parted my V-shape night gown and took one of my cherries in his mouth. I died from ecstasy.
The
sensation was warm and as he kept at it gently, I begged him to take the
other one too and he did. I began to feel him get hard. I told him I
want to touch it and he obliged. He took my hands and gently placed it
there. I rubbed it rhythmically and drew satisfaction that it brought
him pleasure.
My honey then whispered into my ear to relax, that he had planned to make the night all about me. He began kissing me again and touching me in the right places until I lost it o…I parted my legs lol. Hubby began to kiss my tummy and he noticed that I was overly conscious of it. Then he told me in the sexiest voice ever ‘you are the most beautiful woman to me, I love you’. My heart melted and while I was still basking in the euphoria of his words, I felt his face in between my thighs. I think that was when I let out my first sound.
My honey then whispered into my ear to relax, that he had planned to make the night all about me. He began kissing me again and touching me in the right places until I lost it o…I parted my legs lol. Hubby began to kiss my tummy and he noticed that I was overly conscious of it. Then he told me in the sexiest voice ever ‘you are the most beautiful woman to me, I love you’. My heart melted and while I was still basking in the euphoria of his words, I felt his face in between my thighs. I think that was when I let out my first sound.
Hubby
realized I liked it and he took his time to pleasure me By this time I
was ready to go all the way and actually said to my hubby ‘I will like
to feel you inside me’. He giggled.
I cannot exactly tell how I was deflowered that night, though I remember when we met for the first time. It was quite painful but he was tender and I began to cry not necessarily because of pain but because I was overwhelmed with emotions. When my husband heard me crying he stopped, asking if he was hurting me. I bled a little and was sore too. We didn’t continue that night, but two days after.
It has been seven months now, the communication is good and s*x is the bomb now. We understand each other better. I am officially a ‘bad girl’ and even though my husband doesn’t disturb me about styles (we do mostly missionary), we try to spice it up from time to time by being adventurous. I think we both prefer foreplay to the main act.
Dear Singles , don’t rush. Wait for the right person. It will be worth the wait. I hope you all liked my story hehehehe. #TheOldVirginGeh
I cannot exactly tell how I was deflowered that night, though I remember when we met for the first time. It was quite painful but he was tender and I began to cry not necessarily because of pain but because I was overwhelmed with emotions. When my husband heard me crying he stopped, asking if he was hurting me. I bled a little and was sore too. We didn’t continue that night, but two days after.
It has been seven months now, the communication is good and s*x is the bomb now. We understand each other better. I am officially a ‘bad girl’ and even though my husband doesn’t disturb me about styles (we do mostly missionary), we try to spice it up from time to time by being adventurous. I think we both prefer foreplay to the main act.
Dear Singles , don’t rush. Wait for the right person. It will be worth the wait. I hope you all liked my story hehehehe. #TheOldVirginGeh
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