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I fell in love with a devastatingly good looking Moroccan Adonis, named Raheem. Let me give a background of my story….

Raheem was everything you'd want in a man. He was tall, handsome, broad shouldered, fashionable and a savvy businessman as well as a trained engineer. I met him at a mutual friend's wedding. He was courteous, polite and funny. We struck up a conversation and discovered that we shared the same passions,hobbies and ambitions. It was love at first sight. As it was my first time finding love, I was extra cautious. I had read stories about heartbreaks and I loathed having my heart broken, especially since I was so infatuated at first and the infatuation eventually grew into love, pure and simple. I decided to take things slow and easy.

Raheem too wasn't in a hurry to consummate our relationship. We had discovered that we were both in our early twenties, never had sex before and were both closetted. We enjoyed the simple things of life that made life complete. Anytime he was around me, I felt horny, safe and in love. His company always filled me with satisfaction and I always looked forward to his visits. His intelligence, wit and raw power always held me in awe.

That special night that we decided to make love for the first time, he planned everything perfectly with a touch of Romeo romance. He came to pick me up on our planned date decked in a navy blue dinner suit with a bouquet of my favourite flowers, daffodils. I was bawled over and touched, I teared up. We had a meal at a fine restaurant. The night was magical.

From the onset, we had settled wordlessly that he would be the dominant one while I allowed him to be “the man”, a role he enjoyed playing to a fault. Dinner was great and when we returned to my apartment, we shared our first kiss. It was a kiss to remember. Then many kisses followed as we tore our clothes in a frenzy. My curly haired, handsome Moroccan Adonis was simply a dreamboat. His cock was big and thick. He was as hairy as I pictured him to be. I tried to suck his huge male member that stood ramrod stiff but it was too massive for my small mouth. I showered his shaft with soft kisses and played gently with his balls that hung like Georgian peaches. It was a night of ecstasy. We discovered the hidden secrets that natured bestowed us with. He was as great lover. He was gentle and virile. He made me squirmed with pain and pleasure as his wonder, thick man meat disvirgined my tight anal hole. When he spent his hot load inside me, we collapsed in ecstasy. That night I discovered the hidden pleasures of lovemaking. I was in love!

From that night, our passionate lovemaking became almost a daily affair. Every stolen moment were well utilized. Anytime and anywhere we were alone, we made love like rabbits. Still, we were very careful and made sure no one suspected anything. We became masters of deception and discretion. We would date girls as hetrosexual young men did but we never slept with them. They were just our ‘beards’. We had to put up appearances to fit the expectations of a hostile, homophobic environment.

When we realized that we were so deeply in love, we decided that the best way to be together without pressures of prejudices was to relocate to a more friendly, accepting and culturally diverse country where we could be free to love openly. The Netherlands, Canada and Thailand were zeroed, but Canada was more favoured.

I sold what I could sell and Raheem being from a rich family, he didn't need to sell anything. On turning twenty five, we relocated to Alberta in Canada. The western province that was renowned for its vast energy resources was great for us as engineers. The culturally diverse environment was perfect for us. I immediately fell in love with Alberta's natural landscapes such as the rocky mountain, boreal forests. It's capital city, Edmonton, was our perfect choice, chosen over Calgary.

We bought a beautiful cottage that had a garden and surrounded by tall pine trees. It was our dream house. We loved it because it was secluded. We settled in nicely. I got a job, teaching in an engineering college while Raheem worked with an American Construction company. The first year was simply great and we meshed into the community without any qualm. We made friends easily.

However, Raheem started becoming obsessed. If he came home before me, he'd call countless times to know of my whereabouts. Whenever we attended parties, he'd not like me to exchange phone numbers with newly found friends. He would want to know who was on the line whenever I answered a phone call. He watched me like a hawk. He got mad once because I danced with a girl at a club. The girl asked me for a dance and complimented my sense of rhythm, commenting that all black men danced beautifully. In the middle of the dance, I noticed him stewing in anger, his bloodshot eyes glowed and his nostrils flared like a horse's. I pretended as if I didn't care. Suddenly he came to the dance floor, rudely cut into our dance, to the surprise and chagrin of my new friend, Janice. “He's with me,” he told her assertively, pointing his right thumb at his chest. Then he grabbed my arm and whisked me away. All the way home, his tirade didn't end one bit. When we reached home, I quietly told him that if he ever embarrassed him like that, it would be the end of our relationship. Nevertheless, he'd staked his claim of owning me, body and soul.

That night, after the club fiasco, he cried on my shoulders for the first time. He vowed that if I ever left him, he'd find me, kill me and then kill himself so that, like Romeo and his Juliet, we'd forever be lovers together, inseparable, in eternity. I didn't take his threat seriously. To me, it was just a tearful rant from an insecure and narcissistic lover. I hugged him back, kissed his tears and reaffirmed to him that I'd never leave him. We made sweet, passionate love afterwards.

However, his obsession grew worse. Fearing for the worst, I stopped working, to his delight and decided to adopt a dog. Our Doberman, Hercules, became part of the family. I loved the dog so much but Raheem never cared about the dog. He frowned at my deep affection for my pet. Once, Raheem raised his voice at me when we had a heated argument, Hercules growled menacingly towards Raheem, baring his teeth, threatening to attack him. Raheem was livid. The next day he had the dog taken away from me. I was heartbroken but with time I learned to live without a pet.

A year passed and we settled in the role of me being a homebody. He calmed down from his moody episodes. One day, a newly married couple moved to our neighborhood that had sprang up with few new houses. The wife was Venezuelan and the husband from Nigeria. I was delighted to finally have neighbours that I could relate with. I became close to them in no time. Henry, the husband was a quiet, athletic, intelligent and very good looking man.Maria, his wife was a slender, classy, beautiful and funny woman. We clicked immediately and she referred to me as her “new bestie”. Whenever Raheem was at work, since Henry would be at work too, I would either go over to their place or she'd come over to ours. We shared recipes, experimented on cooking various cuisines from YouTube and shared fashion tips. We behaved like sisters. It was so very ok since Maria and Henry had no qualms with our sexual orientation.

Raheem started showing some jealous streaks but I assured him that he needed not worry as he was the only love of my life. Still, he remained suspicious. Sometimes he'd pretend that he was traveling for the weekend but on a Saturday night he'd return unannounced as if setting a trap to catch me cheating on him. It was childish of course, but at first I was flattered by his possessiveness and insecurities, yet in a weird sort of way way, I felt truly loved. But after his jealous tantrum grew to the extent that he forbade me from mingling with our neighbours, (simply because they praised my cooking during a dinner we threw for them on their second year anniversary). This time, I defied him. I kept relating with them, I never cut my relationships with Henry and Maria. So he gave up and allowed me to hang out with them whenever he was not around.

Anytime we argued or quarreled, we'd make up, then make passionate love. During such lovemaking, Raheem would fuck me so hard as if he was demon possessed. Sometimes I liked that and sometimes I didn't. To be sore in the morning after being fucked with such a horse dick wasn't an easy task. One day I opened up to Maria and told her of my predicament. She was very sympathetic. She even sobbed in empathy, saying she never knew I was under so much stress. Of course I had been masking everything well. She advised that I should convince Raheem for us to seek professional counseling. When I suggested that, he hit the roof. That night, I was fucked, my asscheeks got welts from slaps and my lips swelled up from punishing kisses. Since then I refrained from mentioning that to him.

Despite all these, I never stopped loving him. The thought had never even crossed my mind. Life went on and there was calm in my house as I learnt the hard way not to make him angry in any way. I pampered him, allowed him to continue leading while I followed like a sheep. A year and half after my neighbors moved in, Maria's mother sadly passed away. Henry couldn't go with her due to some issues at his office. I offered to accompany her, she politely but thankfully turned down my offer. When I told Raheem about my offer, he glared at me and demanded why I should make such a “stupid offer’. He didn't see why I should go with her since she wasn't family. I wanted to retort that some friends were far better than family, but I knew if I did, my asshole would pay the price that night. So, I quickly changed the subject and avoided a bruised rear.

A week after Maria travelled, I made an apple pie and took it to Henry. He offered me a beer and we sat at his verandah chatting. I phoned Raheem and asked if he could join us. Henry was pleased when Raheem turned up. At the end we had a nice party of three, drinking, joking and laughing like having a reunion of lost friends. When Henry was very tipsy, we decided to leave and return home. On another Saturday, we had lunch in our garden. Henry brought wine. At around two in the afternoon, Henry left. . “What's between you and that Henry?” Raheem charged immediately and bolted the sitting room’s door. “What do you mean?” I was not in the mood for any drama. “I saw the way you two were looking at each other when you thought I wasn't looking”, he snarled. I laughed offhandedly “Raheem love, you are just imagining things.” “Imagining things? You think I'm stupid? Why would you help him to his room then?I am the man in this relationship. You should let me handle things like that” “The man was drunk. He could barely stand. You didn't assist him, so why shouldn't I?” I retorted. I was tired of Raheem being so petty. I knew he would be riled up. “Don’t you dare question me, woman,” he charged “I am not a woman. I am a man, just like you,” I said tauntingly. “ Don't you forget that,” I mustered my courage and stood squarely,facing him. His anger was like fire, it burned me to ashes. “How dare you!” He gave me a resounding slap.I was shocked and shaken. More in rage than in pain. I pushed him hard, he stumbled unsteadily backward, taken by surprise. “Don't you ever dare slap me again,” I said quietly, struggling to hold myself in check. “Stupid bitch. I know what you are doing. You're tired of my white cock and you want a bigger, black one. I will not let you taste that black meat,” he spat, his face screwed with anger. “When did you become white?” I hissed knowing he'd be angrier. Still, I couldn't help myself. “When did you forget you are an African from Morocco?” His eyes became red. His ears twitched. His nostrils flared. His mouth thinned. His face darkened with black fury. His fists balled. Next thing, I felt his fist connecting with my stomach. The hard blow was unexpected. I doubled over. He gave me another blow that caught me on my side. I fell on the rug. He fell on top of me raining blows on me. I curled and tried to shield my face with my arms. I had never seen him so furious before. He tore my T-shirt and yanked off my denims shorts leaving me buck naked. I pleaded with him to stop but all my pleas fell on deaf ears. He turned me on my stomach and I heard the sound of him unzipping. Next, I felt his shaft trying to enter me. I tried to close my legs but being far stronger than me, he kicked my legs open until I felt the air on my exposed body. I became still, because the more I struggled, the more worked up he was. He spat on his hand and wet his dick. Then he impaled me with it. The pain rang in my ears and my brain. He kept on shoving his massive cock into me until he was totally inside. Then he started fucking me, mercilessly. “This will teach you to challenge me, bitch”, he roared.

I lay like a ragged doll while he vented his anger into me through his raging cock. I thought it would not end. He fucked me with the vigour of a horse. When I thought he would not finish, he shuddered and his cock of steel exploded deep inside me. He grunted like a pig as he offloaded his hot sperm into me. Then his bulky self collapsed on me. When he caught his breath, he withdrew his soft prick. “See what you made me do, " he hissed harshly. “A wife must never challenge her husband.” He stood up.

Slowly, I raised my bruised body. He sat on the armchair, his shirt drenched with sweat. His flaccid cock still hanging by his unzipped trousers. “I told you I'm not your -” “I swear by the Almighty, if you dare say another word, I will punish you more than I did just now,” he snarled savagely. As he spoke, his hard maleness started hardening like a wooden bat.I knew Raheem very well. Anger made him horny. And he never made idle threats. So, quietly, I went to the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. For almost two hours I was in the bathroom. When I finally came out, there was a bouquet of red roses with a card that read, I AM SORRY, SWEETHEART. This was all so “Sleeping With The Enemy”...But hell, I was no Julia Roberts. This was what I signed for. I didn't plan any revenge. It was my lot to love him despite his flaws. I cooked dinner. I noticed his car was still parked on the driveway but he was nowhere to be seen. At around ten, Henry dropped him at home. I looked through the window as he walked unsteadily toward our home. He was tipsy. “Hey wifey, can't you kiss your husband welcome?” he said with a crooked smile I sat still on the sofa watching Tom Cruise on Mission Impossible. I ignored him. “Come on, sweetheart,” he dropped by my side, reeking of alcohol. “I am sorry for hitting you. I don't know what came over me…” I didn't say anything. “Please would you forgive me?” He turned my head and I looked at him levelly I didn't know what to say so I just stared at him with lifeless eyes. He tried to kiss me but I evaded his lips and stood up. I walked to the bedroom and changed into my pajamas. Momentarily, he came in. He lay beside me. I felt his hand caressing me gently. “You know I love you. You are the one and only one for me. I can never love another. You have every right to leave me, but I can't live without you”, he cooked, sounding contrite.

His soft kisses on my lips and tip of my nose shattered my resolve to remain cold as a fish or an ice queen. His kiss became fevered. His hands were all over me.By the time his tongue was on my hardened nipples, I became weak. His mouth found my throbbing cock and he engulfed the whole length. He stroked my balls as he sucked my hard prick. I held his head and started fucking his mouth. I turned him until I was positioned on his head. I started fucking his mouth with so much gusto, deepthroating him until he choked. He struggled to breathe but I held him down firmly until his face started turning blue. Then I relaxed and he overturned me. He coughed and then topped me. His kisses became hard and his body trembled with pleasure and anger. Roughly, he inserted his forefinger into my anal crevice. He twirled it until moaned in pleasure. His lips descended on my nipples. He sucked them and gave little bite. He surely knew that those were my weakest points. I gave in, he chuckled victoriously. I became putty in his hands. I felt his big shlong entering me. He was precise. He paused and when I relaxed, he started going in and out. He was not violent but he fucked me with the strength of a stallion. I opened my legs wider and he gave me more of him. He filled my every space. All the nerves in my body became electrified. His livid face softened and he looked like the Raheem I first fell in love with. I wrapped my arms around his upper back. He jerked my hard dick as he fucked relentlessly. With our groans filling the room, we reached climax together. I let out jets of Jizz and felt his protruding prick throbbing wildly as he released a fountain of semen inside me. He kept on spearing his thick cock into me until he made sure the last drop of his seed was deposited into me before he withdrew. He went to the bathroom and washed himself. I lay there spent and didn't know when I fell into a deep sleep.

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