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My husband has refused me to w@sh my private p@rt everyday, that he likes the smell. He will always ask me to open my lēgs and he will just put his h3ad on my laps facing my vāg!na.
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EPISODE 1 — The Smell of Silence
Ada had always imagined marriage as a soft place—a home filled with warm laughter, gentle mornings, and the kind of peace that settles peacefully in the bones. For the first few weeks, it almost seemed like her dream might come true. Chidi was charming, attentive, and surprisingly quiet for a man with such an imposing presence. He watched her with intense eyes that made her feel seen… too seen, sometimes. But she pushed the thought away because every bride wants to believe she made the right choice.
The first incident happened twelve days after the wedding.
It was late evening, and the harmattan wind had begun to slip through the slits in the windows. Ada felt dusty from the day’s chores and walked toward the bathroom to shower before bed. She reached for the light switch when suddenly she sensed someone behind her. She turned sharply and found Chidi standing in the doorway, blocking her path like a shadow that had learned how to breathe.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a stillness that unsettled her. She smiled awkwardly and lifted the towel in her hand.
“To bathe.”
He shook his head slowly—almost too slowly—as if the movement itself was a warning.
“No. Not tonight.”
Ada blinked, confused. “I’m just taking a shower… I’m sweaty from—”
He stepped forward, closing the small distance between them. His expression softened, but his eyes… his eyes held something she couldn’t name. Something hungry.
“You don’t need to wash,” he whispered. “I like you just as you are.”
Something about the way he said like you made her stomach twist. But she didn’t want to argue on such a small thing. Maybe he was just being strange—newlywed strange. She laughed nervously and nodded, placing the towel back in the basket.
“Okay… just tonight,” she said.
But it wasn’t just that night.
It wasn’t even just that week.
Every evening after that, Chidi hovered near the bathroom door like a guard dog. Sometimes he stood with his arms folded; other times, he simply watched her with an expression she couldn’t decode. Each time she tried to bring up the subject of bathing, he dismissed it. Gently. Sweetly. Carefully. Too carefully.
One night, she tried to slip into the bathroom quietly while he was asleep. She didn’t even turn the light on—just tiptoed toward the door. Her hand had barely touched the handle when she heard it:
“Ada.”
Not shouted.
Not spoken.
Just breathed.
Right behind her.
She frōze. She hadn’t even heard him get up.
“Why would you dis0bey me?” he asked calmly. “Didn’t I say I like you as you are?”
Ada forced a trembling smile. “Chidi… it’s not normal. I just want to bathe.”
But he placed a f!nger over her līps.
“Nothing about you should change.”
The words sank into her skin like cold water.
That night, Ada lay awake beside him, staring at the ceiling, suddenly aware that she didn’t understand the man she had married.
Not at all.
_____________
It is not easy to write. Please, all I ask for is l!kes, c0mments, and sh@res to keep seeing more of my stories.
SHOULD I CONTINUE THIS STORY?
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From Your Favorite Storyteller
© Stephen Bensin 😊
My husband has refused me to w@sh my private p@rt everyday, that he likes the smell. He will always ask me to open my lēgs and he will just put his h3ad on my laps facing my vāg!na.
Always engage on each post to see more...
EPISODE 1 — The Smell of Silence
Ada had always imagined marriage as a soft place—a home filled with warm laughter, gentle mornings, and the kind of peace that settles peacefully in the bones. For the first few weeks, it almost seemed like her dream might come true. Chidi was charming, attentive, and surprisingly quiet for a man with such an imposing presence. He watched her with intense eyes that made her feel seen… too seen, sometimes. But she pushed the thought away because every bride wants to believe she made the right choice.
The first incident happened twelve days after the wedding.
It was late evening, and the harmattan wind had begun to slip through the slits in the windows. Ada felt dusty from the day’s chores and walked toward the bathroom to shower before bed. She reached for the light switch when suddenly she sensed someone behind her. She turned sharply and found Chidi standing in the doorway, blocking her path like a shadow that had learned how to breathe.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a stillness that unsettled her. She smiled awkwardly and lifted the towel in her hand.
“To bathe.”
He shook his head slowly—almost too slowly—as if the movement itself was a warning.
“No. Not tonight.”
Ada blinked, confused. “I’m just taking a shower… I’m sweaty from—”
He stepped forward, closing the small distance between them. His expression softened, but his eyes… his eyes held something she couldn’t name. Something hungry.
“You don’t need to wash,” he whispered. “I like you just as you are.”
Something about the way he said like you made her stomach twist. But she didn’t want to argue on such a small thing. Maybe he was just being strange—newlywed strange. She laughed nervously and nodded, placing the towel back in the basket.
“Okay… just tonight,” she said.
But it wasn’t just that night.
It wasn’t even just that week.
Every evening after that, Chidi hovered near the bathroom door like a guard dog. Sometimes he stood with his arms folded; other times, he simply watched her with an expression she couldn’t decode. Each time she tried to bring up the subject of bathing, he dismissed it. Gently. Sweetly. Carefully. Too carefully.
One night, she tried to slip into the bathroom quietly while he was asleep. She didn’t even turn the light on—just tiptoed toward the door. Her hand had barely touched the handle when she heard it:
“Ada.”
Not shouted.
Not spoken.
Just breathed.
Right behind her.
She frōze. She hadn’t even heard him get up.
“Why would you dis0bey me?” he asked calmly. “Didn’t I say I like you as you are?”
Ada forced a trembling smile. “Chidi… it’s not normal. I just want to bathe.”
But he placed a f!nger over her līps.
“Nothing about you should change.”
The words sank into her skin like cold water.
That night, Ada lay awake beside him, staring at the ceiling, suddenly aware that she didn’t understand the man she had married.
Not at all.
_____________
It is not easy to write. Please, all I ask for is l!kes, c0mments, and sh@res to keep seeing more of my stories.
SHOULD I CONTINUE THIS STORY?
SAVE THIS POST TO BE NOTIFIED ONCE EPISODE 2 IS UPLOADED....
From Your Favorite Storyteller
© Stephen Bensin 😊
