MY FEMALE BOSS HAS TURNED ME TO HER SEX TOY.

 HELP MY FEMALE BOSS HAS TURNED ME TO HER SEX TOY.

"I work in a firm where my boss is a woman. A few months after I started, I began noticing her attitude toward me. 

There were times when she asked me to find unnecessary

 files and provide reports that weren’t my responsibility. She gave me tasks that should have been handled by the department head. 

One of my colleagues, a woman I’m close with, and I used to go home together since we lived in the same neighborhood. 

We were very close, and some people even speculated that there was something more between us. 

However, everything changed when my boss saw us eating together one day. Shortly after, my colleague was transferred to another department. 

Things took another turn when my boss moved me from my original department and made me her personal assistant.

A few days into the role, I made the mistake of not arranging a write-up for a conference she was attending. When she returned, she locked the door and scolded me, threatening to fire me. I pleaded with her, hoping to avoid losing my job. 

She was furious, and I couldn’t understand why. She gave me two options: either 50% of my salary would be cut, or I would do whatever she wanted. 

I urgently needed money to process a visa for my brother and to handle some paperwork. So, I told her I would do whatever she asked. She then presented me with a submission agreement, and I signed it. 

As I walked into her office the next morning, she stood up, locked the door, sat back at her sit and asked me to crawl under her table to where she was sitting. I was surprised but I remembered the agreement and went on my knees. I crawled under the table and she asked me to l!ck her pr!vate part. I did it and she kept moaning. 

Later when she asked me to stop and crawl out, she was smiling. She told me that I should be thankful she allowed me to lick her.  

She then said I should call her mama whenever we’re alone together. I felt ashamed always, even though her private part was always clean and wet, and her skin smelt nice because of her powerful perfume, my mind was not accepting everything that’s going on. 

Some days after, I got an alert of 6 times my salary. She asked me if I received the money and I said yes. 

She told me that’s the reward of being good in bed, we’ve had $ex couple of times and she enjoyed every bit of it. 

She then said if I keep being a good boy, I will get more. Then this woman bent, removed her panty and hanged it on my neck, she whispered into my ears that she owns me. 

She has given me a lot of money already but I’m planning to resign without letting anybody in the office know about it. I feel my sanity and freedom is important as a man and I shouldn’t have started this. 

I also need the money so I’m confused on what to do. She knows my house and she could come to my house and create a scene. 

Should I resign and move on with my life? I’m scared she might use the agreement against me. At this point what should I do to break free??

John (Not real Name).

WHO IS A WOMAN

               WHO IS A WOMAN?????

Having vagina, boobs, and hips doesn't make you a woman.

A woman is the one who feeds a man with encouragement and ideas 

A woman is the one who helps a man to save and invest wisely .

A woman does not run her mouth with sarcasm and insult just to prove a point, rather her words are gracious and can heal a broken heart .

A woman is the one that knows when to talk and to keep Quiet.

A woman is the one that doesn't leak secret. 

A woman is the one that is content with what she has, and not the one that sells her self for material things.

A woman is a manager, a caretaker,a womb that can nature and birth destinies .

A woman doesn't do trending things, but she is reserved and has a taste of a Queen.

A woman doesn't look down on any man because of his present state of life and financial status, rather she encourages any man to get better.

A woman is the one that does not just bears babies, but bear ideas and inspiration anytime, anywhere.

A woman  is the one a man can cry on her shoulders and not feel humiliated for doing so nor lose his value . 

A woman is not the one that deceive a man just to eat his money, but the one who is honest and sincere in any relationship.

.A woman. Is not the one that makes men feel terrible, but the one a man can run to for comfort.

A woman is the one that will spoil a man with honour  and respect because there lies her strength and integrity .

A woman is an influence, a nation and a helper. 

Many are females but only few can be called a woman.

Now ask yourself today, 

am I a woman??

I ask you are you a woman??? Drop you answer on the comments section.

Fso.

MANY YEARS AFTER, MOM STILL HOLDING ON TO DAD'S PAST MISTAKES.

 My parents divorced when I was thirteen. According to my dad, the issues could have been resolved if they had sat down and talked, but my mom took an entrenched position and left the marriage. 

One morning, my mom told my dad she was going to visit her family for a week and would return. When she left, she took my two older brothers with her, leaving me and my elder sister behind. A week turned into months, and she never came back. Eventually, she sent a delegation to inform my dad that she was done with the marriage and wouldn’t return.

My dad sent a delegation to apologize and ask her to come back, but she refused. She insisted on a divorce, which was finalized a few months later. My mom made it clear that she would keep my two brothers, while my dad would keep me and my elder sister, who was fifteen at the time. That’s my dad’s version of events.

My mom’s version was different. She claimed my dad had gotten another woman pregnant and hid it from her. She found out through rumors and confronted him, but he denied it until he finally admitted the truth. Beyond the infidelity, she said his temper was unbearable. Though he never hit her, he often threatened to, and she couldn’t live with the constant fear. For her, it wasn’t just about the affair—it was his anger and the emotional toll it took on her.

Years later, I asked my dad about the other woman and the child. He told me the baby had died a week after birth and hinted that my mom might have had something to do with it. “She’s a witch,” he said, half-joking. “She killed the baby in spirit.” I didn’t know what to make of it, but it was clear the wounds from their marriage were still raw.

After the divorce, my mom remarried within a year, but my dad stayed single. He struggled to raise me and my sister on his own. He wasn’t used to being the sole caregiver, so he reached out to his sister, who lived in the UK, to take us in. I was fifteen when my aunt came for me, and my sister joined a year later. 

My mom didn’t know about this she hadn’t been in contact with us. My dad, however, stayed involved, encouraging us and helping us plan our futures. My aunt, who had no children of her own, became like a second mother to us, giving us the stability and support we needed.

In 2018, my dad visited the UK for the first time to attend my graduation. He looked older and frailer, but his personality hadn’t changed. He was still the same funny, comforting presence I remembered. By then, we hadn’t heard from my mom in years. I didn’t even know where my brothers were. Whenever I asked my dad, he said they seemed to have disappeared. He didn’t have answers either.

After graduation, I returned to Ghana with my dad and decided to look for my mom. I discovered that my dad had known where she was all along but chose not to contact her because she had remarried. He was still hurt that she had left him and moved on with someone else. He didn’t want to see her and feel the pain of losing her all over again.

When I finally found my mom, it was an emotional reunion. At first, she didn’t recognize me. She thought I was a stranger until I told her who I was. “Efe? My daughter Efe?” she exclaimed, hugging me tightly. She asked about my sister and my life, and I told her everything—how we’d been living in the UK, how my sister was studying to become a lawyer, and how my dad had aged. 

Her demeanor shifted from joy to reflection as she listened. She told me about her life after the divorce, how she had met her new husband, and how he had helped her raise my brothers. She said my eldest brother was now a teacher in Accra, and the other was a professional footballer.

We exchanged numbers, and I promised to stay in touch. When I returned home, my dad asked how my mom was. I told him she was happy, and he seemed relieved. But when I mentioned that she hadn’t asked about him, he looked away, as if the past still haunted him.

After that visit, my mom started calling me regularly. We talked about everything she had missed over the years. She also reconnected with my sister, sending her money and gifts. I met my eldest brother during one of my trips back to Ghana. He was a grown man now, with a broad chest and a thick beard. I didn’t get to see my footballer brother because he was always in training camp.

But as time went on, my mom’s calls took a darker turn. She began sharing stories about my dad’s past mistakes, painting him as a villain. She claimed he had wanted her to abort me because he wasn’t ready for another child. I confronted my dad about it, and he admitted he had said that but explained it was because they were struggling financially at the time. He insisted he had no ill will toward me.

My parents divorced when I was thirteen. According to my dad, the issues could have been resolved if they had sat down and talked, but my mom took an entrenched position and left the marriage. 

One morning, my mom told my dad she was going to visit her family for a week and would return. When she left, she took my two older brothers with her, leaving me and my elder sister behind. A week turned into months, and she never came back. Eventually, she sent a delegation to inform my dad that she was done with the marriage and wouldn’t return.

My dad sent a delegation to apologize and ask her to come back, but she refused. She insisted on a divorce, which was finalized a few months later. My mom made it clear that she would keep my two brothers, while my dad would keep me and my elder sister, who was fifteen at the time. That’s my dad’s version of events.

My mom’s version was different. She claimed my dad had gotten another woman pregnant and hid it from her. She found out through rumors and confronted him, but he denied it until he finally admitted the truth. Beyond the infidelity, she said his temper was unbearable. Though he never hit her, he often threatened to, and she couldn’t live with the constant fear. For her, it wasn’t just about the affair—it was his anger and the emotional toll it took on her.

Years later, I asked my dad about the other woman and the child. He told me the baby had died a week after birth and hinted that my mom might have had something to do with it. “She’s a witch,” he said, half-joking. “She killed the baby in spirit.” I didn’t know what to make of it, but it was clear the wounds from their marriage were still raw.

After the divorce, my mom remarried within a year, but my dad stayed single. He struggled to raise me and my sister on his own. He wasn’t used to being the sole caregiver, so he reached out to his sister, who lived in the UK, to take us in. I was fifteen when my aunt came for me, and my sister joined a year later. My mom didn’t know about this—she hadn’t been in contact with us. My dad, however, stayed involved, encouraging us and helping us plan our futures. My aunt, who had no children of her own, became like a second mother to us, giving us the stability and support we needed.

In 2018, my dad visited the UK for the first time to attend my graduation. He looked older and frailer, but his personality hadn’t changed. He was still the same funny, comforting presence I remembered. By then, we hadn’t heard from my mom in years. I didn’t even know where my brothers were. Whenever I asked my dad, he said they seemed to have disappeared. He didn’t have answers either.

After graduation, I returned to Ghana with my dad and decided to look for my mom. I discovered that my dad had known where she was all along but chose not to contact her because she had remarried. He was still hurt that she had left him and moved on with someone else. He didn’t want to see her and feel the pain of losing her all over again.

When I finally found my mom, it was an emotional reunion. At first, she didn’t recognize me. She thought I was a stranger until I told her who I was. “Efe? My daughter Efe?” she exclaimed, hugging me tightly. She asked about my sister and my life, and I told her everything—how we’d been living in the UK, how my sister was studying to become a lawyer, and how my dad had aged. 

Her demeanor shifted from joy to reflection as she listened. She told me about her life after the divorce, how she had met her new husband, and how he had helped her raise my brothers. She said my eldest brother was now a teacher in Accra, and the other was a professional footballer.

We exchanged numbers, and I promised to stay in touch. When I returned home, my dad asked how my mom was. I told him she was happy, and he seemed relieved. But when I mentioned that she hadn’t asked about him, he looked away, as if the past still haunted him.

After that visit, my mom started calling me regularly. We talked about everything she had missed over the years. She also reconnected with my sister, sending her money and gifts. I met my eldest brother during one of my trips back to Ghana. He was a grown man now, with a broad chest and a thick beard. I didn’t get to see my footballer brother because he was always in training camp.

But as time went on, my mom’s calls took a darker turn. She began sharing stories about my dad’s past mistakes, painting him as a villain. She claimed he had wanted her to abort me because he wasn’t ready for another child. I confronted my dad about it, and he admitted he had said that but explained it was because they were struggling financially at the time. He insisted he had no ill will toward me.

My mom’s constant criticism of my dad became exhausting. She seemed determined to turn us against him, even as she asked us for money. My sister eventually cut her off completely, refusing to answer her calls or send her anything. I tried to stay neutral, but it was hard. I even asked my dad to apologize to her, hoping it might ease the tension. But he refused, saying he had already apologized years ago and it hadn’t made a difference. He told me to learn from their mistakes and not repeat them in my own marriage.

Now, two years later, my mom still calls to talk about my dad. She warns me that if I’m not careful, my husband will treat me the same way my dad treated her. I’m married now, with a family of my own, and I’m tired of being caught in the middle. I’ve told my mom that if she doesn’t stop, she might lose me too. But she insists that my dad’s influence is to blame for how I’ve turned out.

My mom’s constant criticism of my dad became exhausting. She seemed determined to turn us against him, even as she asked us for money. My sister eventually cut her off completely, refusing to answer her calls or send her anything. I tried to stay neutral, but it was hard. I even asked my dad to apologize to her, hoping it might ease the tension. But he refused, saying he had already apologized years ago and it hadn’t made a difference. He told me to learn from their mistakes and not repeat them in my own marriage.

Now, two years later, my mom still calls to talk about my dad. She warns me that if I’m not careful, my husband will treat me the same way my dad treated her. I’m married now, with a family of my own, and I’m tired of being caught in the middle. I’ve told my mom that if she doesn’t stop, she might lose me too. But she insists that my dad’s influence is to blame for how I’ve turned out.

I don’t know if my mom will ever forgive my dad or let go of the past. He’s moved on and lives in peace, but she’s still fighting a battle that ended long ago. She wants to use us as weapons against him, and I can’t keep playing that role. I’ve started ignoring her calls, hoping she’ll eventually realize that holding onto anger only hurts her. I wish she could find peace, but it’s up to her to make that choice.

MY BEST FRIEND BETRAYED ME, HAD TWO KIDS FOR MY HUSBAND.

SO IT'S TRUE!!!

BISI, answer me! 

So what I have been hearing is true?

What is it? Go and ask Akin, stop making noise in my house and get out, Bisi was busy yelling at me. I couldn't believe it. The very  friend I trusted, did this to me.

What did you say Bisi? I should get out of your house ? YOU now have a house ? Do you remember how I have been of help to you since our childhood? When your parents were completely wretched?

This is how it happened:

My brother's and sisters 🙏 😢 

Why is life like this? Why can't there be someone you can at least trust? 

The only friend I have had since my teenage years has taken my husband and has already had two kids for him.

Right now, my head is boiling . My heart  is pumping faster than Usaint Bolt on the tracks.

My eyes are swollen because I have been crying for two days now.

I and Akin (My husband) met each other during our undergraduate times in the university of Calabar. Although we weren't in the same faculty. One thing led to the other, we fell in love with each other and starting a relationship which was very genuine .

Akin, was everything every woman could desire in a man  

He is loving, caring, tall, dark with a broad chest and very intelligent. Also, from a responsible background. 

I already concluded in my mind that he was going to be my husband.

All the while, I didn't suspect that Bisi my childhood friend had a secret admiration for Akin. 

We graduated and went for National Service. Akin had promised that immediately we were done with Service, we would get married officially.

Few days to the end of our service year, an opportunity came for me to proceed for a post graduate program in the U.K. Akin was happy for me and agreed that I should go for the course.

He however suggested that we get married before i travel abroad so as to ease up the processes. 

We eventually did traditional and court marriage before i left for the U.K

Because of the trust I placed on Bisi, who knew about my affair with Akin from day one (someone said they had been dating secretly) I secretly suggested to her to monitor Akin for me while I will be away. I encouraged her to always go to the house and help with chores and cooking stuff! And to ensure that no other lady enters our house or do anything with my husband. That is the error I made and I have now realized it.

While in UK  Bisi would be gisting me how Akin had been caged by her. That he can't even dare bring a lady to the house he knows that I will be told. 

I have spent 2 years and six months in UK but visited home twice during the period because after my studies I got a good paying job and my husband encouraged me to take the offer. We have been making plans for him to join me in the UK . Even right now, the documents are being processed.

Recently, one of my course mate back then in school chatted me on X (Twitter) asking why I broke up with Akin because she saw he Akin and Bisis with their two kids in a mall.

I told her that she was lying because my marriage  has no issue. But she insisted that Akin and Bisi are in a strong relationship.

I asked Akin my husband but he denied having any relationship with Bisi.

I decided to come to Nigeria unannounced and to my greatest shock Bisi was in my house with two kids.....

All my husband could say was that he can't explain how it happened, that he taught I will not come back . My parents are even blaming me. Some say I should divorce him immediately and move on with my life. 

I also discovered that he rented another apartment for Bisi with the money I have been sending home.

Well in all of these, I filed for a divorce returned back to the UK and moved on with my life.

THE DIFFERENT STAGES OF MARRIAGE...

 

1. THE AMAZEMENT STAGE: This is the "wow" stage. Lots of new things to discover with your spouse. The newness, the freshness is so amazing. Sleeping on the same bed, wearing the same attire, cooking for him, doing house chores with her, bathing together. Wearing your dazzling wedding ring everywhere, turning people's head at the newest couple around. Loads and lots of fun. Sexual exploration and excitement. Being in control of your kitchen, feeding him and lots more. It's the honeymoon stage and it's so so beautiful.

2. THE IRRITATION STAGE: This is when you begin to notice weaknesses you have overlooked or blissfully wish they go away but didn't. The repetition of such weaknesses begins to work on your nerves and you are getting irritated: he snores a lot, she is slow in the kitchen, she belches loudly, he screams unnecessarily, she won't bathe before coming to bed or shave, he spends many hours watching football and ignores you when you talk. "What's just wrong with this guy?" You think aloud, well it's part of marriage.

3. THE ANGER STAGE: This is when the repetition of such weaknesses gets on your nerves and you display your anger. The introverted partners stuffs it in and either keep malice, avoid you or stubbornly continue with the irritating habit. It's the stage you begin to wonder: "have I really married the wrong guy?" "Have I married the wrong woman?" No, you did not, you are simply going through a phase together.

4. THE Resolution STAGE: When you both begin to face the reality of marriage and acknowledge your partner's weaknesses. You eventually realize anger and malice does not solve any problem and begins to find ways to deal with your differences, both of you begin to compromise here and there and adjust to each other.

5. THE ACCEPTANCE STAGE: When it dawned on you that some things are just part of your partner and may never change till Jesus comes. You resigned from anger, abuse and quarrel and choose to accept them, lovingly adjust to them and enjoy them regardless of their weaknesses.

6. THE RESTUL STAGE:This is the stage you permanently accept them with all their strengths, weaknesses, short comings and flaws and love them unconditionally regardless of what they do. This is real love -agape, divine and true. You reconnect emotionally, spiritually and physically at a deeper level and enjoy honey moon again while building a lasting marriage regardless of the challenges you face.

There is no perfect marriage. Every marriage goes through this stages. How you handle it will determine if you will come out bitter or better.

You don't have to abuse your spouse or keep malice if Christ is at the centre of your home and you obey the word of God daily.

Nevertheless, do not be disappointed if you go through the unpleasant stages in marriage. It is a phase and will surely end.

Handle your marriage with wisdom and keep loving regardless of the challenges you face. That is what will make your marriage a Heaven on earth experience.

Thanks for reading.

3 DARKEST SIDES OF WOMEN YOU DON'T KNOW

1. A woman can never love two men at the same time. It is always one. If you are not, you are not. There are no two ways around. That is why you usually see two women f1ght’ng for one man they love. A woman who loves you, smells everything that touches you including your clothes.

2. The s£¥ual desire in women is usually more than that of a man. Don't think it's only men that desired s£¥ more than women. Women desired s£¥ more than men only that it's in their nature to wait for men to ask for it. That is because women don't want to face rejection, embarrassment and insults no matter what they always want until someone saves them and take the blame.

3. Women don't keep secrets to someone they love no matter what you tell them. No matter what she says, wait till she meets someone she loves in bed, somebody who knows them more than you, somebody who knows what she's capable of doing, somebody who knows that she wouldn't hide anything from him; that's the person she will tell.

And, again, shyness and tears are not a valid effects to determine if she's a good woman, because a woman can fake it like a boss. They are capable of doing that.

When you cheat on her and she doesn't hæte you, she hætes that woman you ch£æted with. Ladies I'm sorry for exp0sing our secret.

Fso.

SOME HARDEST PART OF MARRIAGE YOU WON'T BE TOLD

 

 SOME HARDEST PART OF MARRIAGE YOU WON'T BE TOLD

Marriage is sweet when you examine it from a far, of those who have successful marriage or the lovey-dovey of newlyweds, but when you enter into, you will discover that what is behind number six is more than number seven. 

Many prepare so well for the romantic aspects of marriage, but very few groom themselves for the realities in marriage. Do you know that the hardest part of marriage plays a dominant role in marriage than the romantic moments?

However, what breaks marriage isn't the lack of romance, but the couple's inability to withstand the hardest part of marriage. 

There are some hard things about marriage that you are not likely to be told, but I will only share 5 of them with you.

1. Staying faithful

It's easy to abstain from sex as singles if you have not tasted how sweet sex is, but it's very difficult to stay faithful in marriage when you are denied sex for no just reason. 

The temptation to commit adultery is greater than the temptation to fornicate as singles. 

Because you now know how sex taste, seduction would come from those who are willing to give you or have a fling with you. In some cases, when your spouse becomes cold on sex matters, there are several others who want to give you a hot and sizzling sex.

You need more discipline to stay faithful in marriage to your spouse emotionally, and sexually especially in this age when cheating has become a norm. 

If you have not been faithful to stay sexually pure now that you are single, it will be very difficult for you to master it when you are married. 

Marriage doesn't cure adultery, self control does! 

2. Sexual Issues

See, it is wise that you keep yourself sexually pure till marriage - purity in thoughts, action and word. All those who are deceiving you that who virginity epp only want to destroy you. 

One of the hardest part about marriage which many cannot come by is on the issue of sex. One partner is a novice while the other is an Emeritus professor in lovemaking; one has a high sexual libido while the other can stay for months without it and still feel sane. 

Virginity helps you to be sexually discipline, it prevents you from undue and ungodly exposure to sex that could either make you hate it with perfect hatred or make you a maniac in it. 

3. Money matters

Since it's said that money answers all things, money also destroys many things. As money can spice up love in marriages, it can also ruin it. 

What is your perception about money? 

Can you pull your purse together or separately? 

As a woman, do you have the warped mentality of my money is my money, but your money is our money? 

As a man, are you ready to work and earn a living or you want to live on your wife's income while dictating how the money will be spent without bringing anything to the table? 

Can you open up to your partner about your financial life without secretly building an estate in the village while you feed on his or her money like a parasite? 

Until you two resolve this before marriage and in marriage, it is hard enough to crack the nut of your marital bliss. 

4. Unmet expectations

If you have been dreaming of having her remain a slim shady, but eventually after pregnancy, she became a size 15, how would you cope? 

If he had been the romantic and available man, but after marriage, the quest for green pasture took him miles away, can you survive this? 

It is wise and better to prepare for the toughest part of marriage so that you can cope with them when they come, surely they will come. As much as you prepare for sunshine, don't forget to prepare for storms when they come before rain falls. 

5. Handling differences 

Whether you agree or not, handling differences is one of the leading causes of divorce in marriage. Many marriages fail due to irreconcilable differences. 

How do you plan to reconcile your differences in marriage should they come? 

If he presses the toothpaste from the middle, and she had been raised to be meticulous by pressing it neatly from the base, can you tolerate this? 

If she likes the food cold or warm, and you prefer it hot with steaming heat, can you adjust? 

These and many others are the toughest part of marriage that you must brace up for. Wedding is just a day or two event but marriage is a lifetime journey. 

More than the excitement of the married life, more than the grandeur wedding ceremony, have you been transformed by the renewing of your mind to face any challenge in marriage when they come? 

Delay in child bearing, loss of job, relocation, in law issues, financial crisis, trying times or spiritual issues may come; you need to be prepared for whichever one life throws at you so you don't chicken out when they come. 

Marriage is haaaard, I'm not scaring you; it's just one of those truths you might not likely be told or you don't want to hear. Finding the right person to marry is hard, but staying married is the hardest in the face of life's realities. 

As much as you are preparing for the romantic sides, brew your mind for the hardest part so you can stand having done all when the flood descend, when the rain falls and the wind beats upon your union.