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OVER THE RED LINE TWO;THE MEETING:PART 1

OVER THE RED LINE TWO;THE MEETING:PART 1

I longed to put a face to the voice that bore only beautiful words, but my thought and my conscience rang warning bells – another man’s wife – scaring me to the core. Knowing what could happen if we got complacent with our audacious passion, I had to decline her tempting request to visit since her husband had taken up a consulting job that would require that he shuttled between where they reside and his place of work.
However, when the heart is set on achieving something, it becomes a moving locomotive with a failed brake system, there is no stopping it.

I embarked on the journey.

I was going to surprise her, so I did not inform her. I wanted my arrival to feel like a storm landing on a community without warning signs.
All through the journey, I imagined our meeting and hoped it would end up becoming the reality of the mental picture and flash video I had been having.

I had opted to stay at my friend’s personal house to mitigate the risk of someone seeing her entering a hotel. The house, a secluded four-bedroom duplex, is a considerable distance from where she lives. My friend had travelled to Canada to spend summer with his family and had instructed his house security to grant me access.

Settled in, I dialled her number severally but couldn’t get through; poor reception, I guess. I waited for a while, then sent a text.

She did not respond.

That got me worried. Worried, tired from the trip, and bored, I slept off. When I awoke, I had received a message from her.

“Hi, you claim to be unable to do without me,” she had written, “yet you refused to see me even after I told you my husband travelled and pleaded like my life was dependent on it. I am not happy with you and not in the mood
to chat.”

Sensing she was drowning in frustration, I replied the message to save her. “I understand the sentiment, but please try to see through my words and feel with your heart when in doubt, for casting what is transparently pure, beautifully felt and sacred as our love, is like denying the existence of morning, afternoon and night. I would be with you right now if I could.”

Saved by my message, the healing remedy that took her to a better place, she apologised for the aggression and asked how I was doing.

“I am fine, but I would feel better when we meet,” I replied.

She wrote, “well, unfortunately, you have decided to not feel better since you’ve refused to honour my invitation.”

“Guess what?” I responded.

“I don’t have the strength to play the guessing game as I am burdened by your refusal to see me,” she wrote.

I sent her a shocker. I told her that I had come to take her burden away, to make her feel alive again and that her days of living hopeful, holding on to imaginations were over.

“I will lock you in a world you never knew existed. I am in town.”

Surprised, she replied, “are you joking? When did you arrive? Where are you?”

“Today, and I am at my friend’s house – 5A Jefferson drive.”

I told her my friend had travelled and that I was all alone. She put a call through to me, informing me that she would arrive at 8 pm. She mentioned that she would need to confirm that her husband had no intention of giving her a surprise gift by way of an unexpected visit. The call was brief and her reason for coming late well understood.

I had informed the security that I was expecting a visitor, so a few minutes past 8 pm, she was ushered in. She came with heat, not of fire or light, but from the contact of our body as we embraced. Her smile as she entered through the door, illuminated the moment; without doubt, she filled my existence. She was more beautiful in person, and there was no dull moment. We discussed everything except her marriage while I took her hands, pulling her gently as she collapsed into my arms. I stared into her electrifying eyes, kissed her neck, my hands roaming all over seeking where would make her gasp for breath until a point of almost losing consciousness from pleasure. At this point, nothing mattered, religion and cultural beliefs were not strong enough obstacles to sway us.

The world froze.

We were all alone, our hearts dictated where we found the deepest parts of each other, weaving magic that touched the soul; our love was unfettered, and only our hearts could aspire to fill the desires of our souls. This coupling was compelling, intense and passionate without regrets. We were over the red line with our treacherous act – not just against her husband, but also against culture and religion; yet, we continued to indulge in this priceless moment of our lives. The guilt we envisaged evaporated, giving way to contentment, I guess because our passionate expression generated so much heat.

She told me she preferred me, and at that moment, she was in a confused state of mind, for I had made her realise how ignorant she was about real and passionate love.

Unhappy to be leaving, when she desired to spend more time with me, she reluctantly drove home. She was laying in her bed when her husband called, their conversation lacked lustre. When he asked what was wrong, she attributed it to tiredness – he was unaware that his wife laid with various overwhelming emotions ruling her essence. She did not dwell on her actions or thought of the red line she had crossed, but for a fact, she knew her marriage would never be the same again. This love, a ray of magic emitted from the core of her soul, making her perceive life as renewed and a beautiful dream she would not want to wake from. Although her husband loves her and she wouldn’t want him to get hurt, she could see the inevitable end, with much collateral damage. Yet, she so strongly wished to wake up in the morning with a new reality of expressing her passion freely with her Adonis, as she calls me, Uche, without shielding it in secrecy.

OVER THE RED LINE ONE: PART 4

OVER THE RED LINE ONE: PART 4

But then, on a Monday, she came with a twist of aggression. She emphasized on the need to stay away from her. That I was a threat to her peace, her reputation which had taken her years to build, her marriage. She said that each time I speak with her she ended up imagining those scenarios and had started looking forward to them playing out. Oh! Alas, she deleted my contact again for the second time and barred my numbers except for one platform on social media, whether deliberate or not I didn’t care to know because I wasn’t interested in how or why, I just wanted to be with her and if that was fulfilled, then I was fine.

I felt my soul crushed down again, I only existed but didn’t feel alive. I sent an avalanche of messages, made incessant calls through to her without a single response. In my grief, my heart wept, and the tears flowed not from my eyes, but from every broken piece of my heart. I had told her I was going to be heartbroken at the appointed time, I knew getting over the red line makes this love forbidden and it wasn’t going to last forever, this fairytale wasn’t  going to end in “happily ever after”, but I never imagined it was going to be this abrupt and soon!

With pain came words, so I buried myself in poetry as I couldn’t disclose to anyone my ordeal and pain:

We met where we least expected, defying all the odds as we burn with passion, time seems to be meaningless, everything seems to stand still, but our kisses and passion however far apart didn’t cease, we were like lovers gone insane”

“You deepened my heart with emotions, a depth even I get lost in, words seem not to lighten the burden of what I feel, so tears flow not for pain, but relief”.

“Yes! underrated, frail and innocent, but he touched where no one knew existed, reached the unattainable depth a distance only in my imagination, hitting every target within my core, ravaged me like a beast and ravishing came with a sonorous scream, he was not brutal, I simply made him obsessed and deranged, then cut him loose”


“I said to my mind, to take me on a journey, drawing from the depth of my memory, that which once made the present full of life, the next day hopeful, and the future worth waiting for, that which brought light, also brought cloud of darkness when the love became an enemy to my heart, because the love was forbidden”.

“He knew love could be brutal, but never imagined it would be this swift, expressing all with integrity, the purity and innocence of his soul, delicate and sensitive the beauty of his heart, too intense for her to understand, cursed him with a broken heart, his soul stitched into all the pieces, fear rules over his heart, he lacks words”.

“Pay attention, listen to the heart of the broken, there is something beautiful about it, rhymes, rhythms and melody forming songs, stories and memories, only broken souls understand”.

“Her arousal is a furnace, her desires ferocious, her sexual audacity I crave, my body constantly betrays me, the hunter is now the prey”.

“I am not a free man anymore, a captive of your passion, in shackles of your intensity, what better way can one express solitude, if not been bound in trance after a taste of your desires”.

I rode home with a friend as I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to drive. I heard a beep, I checked, and my phone was ringing. As I picked it up to check the screen for the caller identity, my eyes widened in surprise. It was my Aphrodite, my Nerfititi, the one that had taken captive my soul, heck my life. My hands shook in excitement as I answered, and she requested I read the messages she had sent to me on whatsapp. In split seconds, I was on my whatsapp reading her messages:

“I am a mess you know, totally lost control of my emotions, I can’t be firm on my decision. What have you done to me?”.

From here on, things became more exciting than ever as we moved on like nothing happened. She tells me how she craves and desires me, encouraging my decision to travel to her state so we meet in person. I desire to see her too, but it’s not so simple as I know for certain meeting her would escalate to explosive passionate lovemaking. For I crave the passionate intertwining of our bodies, making the ravaging fire in our hearts bridge fortresses, yes, I would prefer her dressed so my imagination goes wild from suspense, for sex is the ice on the cake and not the cake.

Living each day with these cravings has not been easy. It’s like an individual fighting with himself. I feel like a hungry tiger locked in a cage, hungry for the one that can satiate my hunger. For I long for the day I will be face to face with my Aphrodite, our first words, our bodies invisibly drawing close to each other and how I would go silent after a while and allow my magical touch wake up the passion in her already calling for me. The mental picture gets stronger and I can literally see a flash video of it all.

I will not make haste to ravish her, I will not allow her lure me into eagerness for her touch and neither will I make her unhinged passionate desires seduce me into the swift act of intercourse.

I will take it easy, I will spend time to discuss with her about the purity of my feelings, my sincerity, I will make her understand that I will seek her wherever she goes for if I am opportune to pass through this world again, I will get lost in her beautiful eyes.

And when the cover of darkness comes calling, I will switch off the light and make absolute silence reign, that when she begins to gasp from the euphoria and ecstasy I shall provide, I would feel her breathe and hear her heart race.

The darkness will make me more comfortable not because I wouldn’t want to see her vulnerable state, but for the fact that her body is sacred to me and as such is not a fortified city to be conquered, but a gift to be treated with respect for I am privileged to be in love however, forbidden.

I would trace her curves with my hands and touch every inch of her body, from the hair on her head, to her soft ears, her graceful neck, to the soles of her feet.

I will punish her with my pleasurable kisses and even if tears should flow from her eyes and she pleads that I take her, I would not for the beauty of passion is exploring a woman’s body like one searching for a priceless treasure yet to be found. 

As the day I behold my goddess draws near, I feel the cold hands from the sketches of fright faintly touching my heart and my passionate savage instinct stirs. There will be no limit. I won’t let you imagine the rest this time, but will live to tell the tale of The Meeting…

OVER THE RED LINE ONE: PART 3


OVER THE RED LINE ONE: PART 3

I always saw myself as principled a man with high moral standards, but here I was in love with another man’s wife! And it didn’t feel wrong. Rather, this was the best feeling I had ever felt!

We moved to phone calls and spoke for long hours on end as we could not wait to hear each other’s voice, perceive our breath, feel each other’s fears as well as passion. In the euphoric experience that had become our conversations, she sent these words to me:

 

Dangerously safe.. intensely mild.. intimately far.. mentally near. a wave of different emotions.. in such a short time… it is refreshingly scary… what we have.”

Swept away by the sweet embrace of her words, my hands reciprocated swiftly with a mind of their own in response:

Oh, these emotions you referred, spiraling with a force that could penetrate a rock, feelings I am unable to contain, these tears a sign of what I desire but might not have, helplessness a song I have come to know, why should I be scared, why should I deprive myself the privilege of such a beautiful intensity? Is it not when love turns ugly that the heart learns to appreciate the beauty of love? My heart has a mind of its own, it cherishes what we have”.

Then, suddenly! Without warning she blocked me on all her social media platforms and barred all my phone numbers from reaching her. At that moment, I ceased to exist. I felt a million spears go through my heart and my soul stitched a million times to depict the pieces of my broken heart so small it could pass through the eye of a needle. What wrong had I done? Had the intensity of my passion unleashed in words driven her away? This was one of the worst experiences of my life.

As I scrambled for what to do, for without her I felt like a wreck with no salvation, I received a message:

I love you Uche

I thought I could let you go but right now it feels like my heart is literarily breaking into pieces

“I have unblocked all your numbers”

“I don’t think I can bear not talking with you anymore. We are beyond that, but you need to help me”

She had unblocked and unbarred me, the chemistry at this point was undeniable, our emotions couldn’t be tamed. We got aroused just from listening to each other and expressing our passion without restraint.

Her voice was my tranquilizer and her existence my fix for I was an addict to what she made me feel. This forbidden passion had taken us like a hurricane, and I hoped we weren’t consumed beyond reason.

Our telephone conversations got more intense and addictive. A respected member of her church and an advocate against this kind of unholy desire, a woman that preached integrity and morals, has now found herself exactly in the same situations she always condemned. It was unbelievable! Perhaps, life was testing her? Or teaching her a vital lesson as admonished by the Holy book “Judge not that ye be not judged”.

From all that she felt for Uche, against her own will and right mind, she had come to learn that anyone could be caught in what we call sins of the flesh, all that is needed is the right stage, to unearth the mystery of the heart or unravel the secret of life and the mysterious nature of love. 

In all she continued to indulge, danger and passion seduced her to a point of almost no return and at the mercy of her heart’s desires. Now, it’s just a matter of time before the unthinkable happens…

The night is usually my time of frustration, for the presence of her husband comes with a curfew.

On one of such nights, from the depth of my soul and fire freely raging in my heart I sent her a poem as I lay helpless through the night as insomnia had become my unwanted companion:

“The night will tell how much I miss you, for its cuddle help me survive the lonely hands of cold at night, my tears speak the language of my heart and the beauty of what I feel. There is nothing forbidden about something this beautiful or scary about two souls thirsty for each other. If what we feel could be titled, I wonder what it would be…”.

I received a response from my Aphrodite, as she constantly reminded me of the Greek goddess, and she said “I love you” with emojis of kisses.

The fire of my passion, the invisible hands of fate, flood of emotion spiraling out of me at these long-awaited words, if only one could see it, would be in colors of the rainbow. What we have has now escalated to very intimate messages between us, we have lost our senses, dangerously in love and uncaring of the world and all its cultural and moral rules put in place to check such abominable desires shared between the unmarried man and the married woman.

The world calls this “adultery”. The saints deem these desires wrong, but it feels so good and real. For how could something this deep and passionate, so real and beautiful be wrong? We never held back, our desires made me constantly aroused with a strong urge to feel my hands around my goddess, my manhood struggling for the warmth of her caresses but held back by the barriers of professionalism and a little reason, and she, dripping wet each time I fuel her with words that took her to the highest heavens and deeper than the ocean floor. I took her where she had never been and wouldn’t have been able to travel. I made her senses come alive, for fantasies do come true.

OVER THE RED LINE ONE: PART 2

OVER THE RED LINE ONE: PART 2

My years in the University followed the same pattern, female course mates I avoided like a plague.

My self-imposed isolation became a barrier to having a stable and intimate relationship with any woman, but deep inside, I had a burning desire I couldn’t explain.

I desired a woman that could make the difference, the one that could hold me spell bound, touch the depths of my heart and make the deepest parts of the ocean feel like a shallow pond, the one that would fan my burning desires and bring my inner most thoughts and feelings to life, the goddess that would evoke love from the grave yard of no affection which is my heart, the better half that would make the beauty of what I feel overwhelm rationality, logic and short sightedness of my eyes. Not because of her look, but for the beauty of what I feel in my heart, and that woman, is the One I won’t be able to say ‘why her’ or whenever I refer to her beauty, it won’t be because of her outward appearance but for the mysterious seduction with which she has gripped my soul.

Against my isolated way of life and sexual abstinence, women tend to appreciate my personality and disposition and do everything they can to get close and understand this mysterious being that is Uchenna. I believe the interest spans from my tactful expressions, intellectual reasoning and for some, my enduring integrity and credibility that guides most of my dealings with people. Of course, I am not the most handsome of men lest I make myself a human god.

A woman was I attracted to every now and then, accompanied by the lures of lunches and surprise giftings but I needed that One that would capture my heart and hold it in her grasp for eternity, never letting go, hold me spell bound in the depths of all that she is. I was lost and I needed to be set free by the passionate bliss of my Aphrodite. But alas, none of these women could free me from the clutches of my loneliness and bottled up desires. Each relationship i prayed would end this jinx, instead of pleasure, came a crushing feeling with a ton of doubt. But I shunned sex for I refused to be tagged a user and judged by the words ‘’he used me’’. A woman’s body is sacred and hallowed and I vowed only to share the passions of sexual climax with the One I love deeply and passionately.

Presently I date Amaka, a beautiful woman I met at a friend’s birthday party. We got talking and phone numbers were exchanged, quickly followed by the short-lived excitement and activities of new relationships. I told her my hopes and dreams for that woman that would complete me. Could she be the one?  She brushed off that which I hold dearly, and confidently declared that ours would be different and I believed her because I actually wanted this to work as I had begun to doubt myself and think that my inability to fall in love and find ‘the one’’ may be as  a result of a curse placed on me by an unsuspecting deity or the hand that fate has dealt me or the passionate acquaintance I seek to forge with love only existed in my imagination, and may be, such blazing passion didn’t exist. As time passed, this relationship which I hoped would be the jinx breaker became nominal, without value and passion as I had hoped for.

Then, on a fateful day that will forever remain engraved in my heart, I was scaling through Twitter when I ran into the words:

 “Never back away, chase that which you are afraid of, for there is fire in your bones. You are a trail blazer and a path finder”.

Those words sent shockwaves through me and I became eager to know the author of such passionate words. Behold! It was a woman! So, I decided to chat her up. I sent her a private message and she responded almost immediately. After the pleasantries, I asked if the words were hers, she responded in the affirmative.

We began a smooth and intelligent conversation and I got to know that she stays a considerable distance from me, in a different state but quite reachable. Our conversations became more consistent and quickly moved to personal issues. I learnt she was married, but at this point I didn’t care, something had changed in me.

In a matter of weeks, we began to derive invaluable pleasure from our chats. They became a daily fix and I looked forward to having a conversation with this woman every single day. Dawn became short and dusk too long, since we couldn’t chat each time she was home, because of her husband. I had to patiently wait for her to resume work each day before I could have her all to myself, howbeit on the phone. It didn’t matter to me, for every time we conversed, I felt her presence all around me. She enveloped me in the web of her words and intellectual versatility.

This new, strange and strong emotion that crept into my heart, could this be love? I continually asked myself. For the first time in over a decade, I felt alive! I had something to look forward to each day, my heart was bursting with these new emotions that I had only imagined. I knew there was something wonderful happening to me, us. Yes, I now had someone that I could join to myself and call “us” though she didn’t say initially, but I noticed she was caught in this web of emotions too.

She didn’t want to give me her number for fear of what my true intentions were. But she was hooked like me and she left clues on how I could get her digits. I so needed to put a voice to this being that had done what others couldn’t do, and one day it clicked! I got the clue and I got the number, Halleluyah!

I quickly added her on Whatsapp, our chats became more fluent, fluid and alive. I couldn’t hold back anymore, I started expressing my feelings at every opportunity I had to talk to her. She told me I was flirting and expressed how worried she was; however, she was rattled by my audacity.


OVER THE RED LINE ONE: PART 2


OVER THE RED LINE ONE: PART 2

My years in the University followed the same pattern, female course mates I avoided like a plague.

My self-imposed isolation became a barrier to having a stable and intimate relationship with any woman, but deep inside, I had a burning desire I couldn’t explain.

I desired a woman that could make the difference, the one that could hold me spell bound, touch the depths of my heart and make the deepest parts of the ocean feel like a shallow pond, the one that would fan my burning desires and bring my inner most thoughts and feelings to life, the goddess that would evoke love from the grave yard of no affection which is my heart, the better half that would make the beauty of what I feel overwhelm rationality, logic and short sightedness of my eyes. Not because of her look, but for the beauty of what I feel in my heart, and that woman, is the One I won’t be able to say ‘why her’ or whenever I refer to her beauty, it won’t be because of her outward appearance but for the mysterious seduction with which she has gripped my soul.

Against my isolated way of life and sexual abstinence, women tend to appreciate my personality and disposition and do everything they can to get close and understand this mysterious being that is Uchenna. I believe the interest spans from my tactful expressions, intellectual reasoning and for some, my enduring integrity and credibility that guides most of my dealings with people. Of course, I am not the most handsome of men lest I make myself a human god.

A woman was I attracted to every now and then, accompanied by the lures of lunches and surprise giftings but I needed that One that would capture my heart and hold it in her grasp for eternity, never letting go, hold me spell bound in the depths of all that she is. I was lost and I needed to be set free by the passionate bliss of my Aphrodite. But alas, none of these women could free me from the clutches of my loneliness and bottled up desires.[VC1]   Each relationship i prayed would end this jinx, instead of pleasure, came a crushing feeling with a ton of doubt. But I shunned sex for I refused to be tagged a user and judged by the words ‘’he used me’’. A woman’s body is sacred and hallowed and I vowed only to share the passions of sexual climax with the One I love deeply and passionately.

Presently I date Amaka, a beautiful woman I met at a friend’s birthday party. We got talking and phone numbers were exchanged, quickly followed by the short-lived excitement and activities of new relationships. I told her my hopes and dreams for that woman that would complete me. Could she be the one?  She brushed off that which I hold dearly, and confidently declared that ours would be different and I believed her because I actually wanted this to work as I had begun to doubt myself and think that my inability to fall in love and find ‘the one’’ may be as  a result of a curse placed on me by an unsuspecting deity or the hand that fate has dealt me or the passionate acquaintance I seek to forge with love only existed in my imagination, and may be, such blazing passion didn’t exist. As time passed, this relationship which I hoped would be the jinx breaker became nominal, without value and passion as I had hoped for.

Then, on a fateful day that will forever remain engraved in my heart, I was scaling through Twitter when I ran into the words:

 “Never back away, chase that which you are afraid of, for there is fire in your bones. You are a trail blazer and a path finder”.

Those words sent shockwaves through me and I became eager to know the author of such passionate words. Behold! It was a woman! So, I decided to chat her up. I sent her a private message and she responded almost immediately. After the pleasantries, I asked if the words were hers, she responded in the affirmative.

We began a smooth and intelligent conversation and I got to know that she stays a considerable distance from me, in a different state but quite reachable. Our conversations became more consistent and quickly moved to personal issues. I learnt she was married, but at this point I didn’t care, something had changed in me.

In a matter of weeks, we began to derive invaluable pleasure from our chats. They became a daily fix and I looked forward to having a conversation with this woman every single day. Dawn became short and dusk too long, since we couldn’t chat each time she was home, because of her husband. I had to patiently wait for her to resume work each day before I could have her all to myself, howbeit on the phone. It didn’t matter to me, for every time we conversed, I felt her presence all around me. She enveloped me in the web of her words and intellectual versatility.

This new, strange and strong emotion that crept into my heart, could this be love? I continually asked myself. For the first time in over a decade, I felt alive! I had something to look forward to each day, my heart was bursting with these new emotions that I had only imagined. I knew there was something wonderful happening to me, us. Yes, I now had someone that I could join to myself and call “us” though she didn’t say initially, but I noticed she was caught in this web of emotions too.

She didn’t want to give me her number for fear of what my true intentions were. But she was hooked like me and she left clues on how I could get her digits. I so needed to put a voice to this being that had done what others couldn’t do, and one day it clicked! I got the clue and I got the number, Halleluyah!

I quickly added her on Whatsapp, our chats became more fluent, fluid and alive. I couldn’t hold back anymore, I started expressing my feelings at every opportunity I had to talk to her. She told me I was flirting and expressed how worried she was; however, she was rattled by my audacity.


OVER THE RED LINE ONE:PART 1

OVER THE RED LINE ONE:PART 1

My name is Uchenna, Uche for short. I was raised a Catholic, and still abide in the faith.

I am single, not that I ever dreamt of becoming a priest as is usually expected of a man from a strict Catholic background. I look forward to having a wife I will cherish, honor and love and we would raise a wonderful family together with children preferably twins, a boy and a girl. This is my dream.

I had a good family experience growing up, brought up with high moral standards and family values. The importance of being there for loved ones, the significance of sacrifice and the beauty of kindness, embracing contentment, all these were important values inculcated into me from my early years.

I grew up isolated, completely of my own volition. This affected my relationship with my peer groups in teenage years, especially with the other sex but I had few male friends.

ONAH’S SHORT STORIES

What happens when fate arranges a single man and married woman to meet on social media? What happens when both boil with passion and throw caution to the wind? What happens when their desires unleash them to meet? A man skilled in bating the opposite sex is caught in his own game with no help insight.What becomes of him? Answers can be found in the Suspense bound, romance filled and passion packed Onah’s Short Stories.

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