This is the story of Amiya Nnaji, a 16 year old high schooler living in Kingston, Jamaica.
Follow her on her journey; learning how to deal with puberty, fake friendships, betrayals, love & self awareness.
"Dmitry, go ahead and read your vows" Pastor Beckford instructed.
This is the moment, the one I've been waiting since I meet her that summer. I knew it would only be her, I wanted no one else. She is mine and I am hers.
"Ami, my sweet Ami. As I stand her today I promise to always put you before any other. To be the man that you've always envisioned me to be. You make me want to do better, be better. I have never in my life experienced a love as strong and meaning as this. I promise to serve up everyday and serve you. To be your rock and comforter whenever you need me to be. Proverbs 18:22 'He who finds a wife finds a good thing, And obtains favor from the Lord.' I've found a great woman and I know God sent me one of his Angel's."
As I looked into her in fascination I saw a tear escape her eye. I am overwhelmed with emotions. I can't fail our family, I cant fail her. I can't. I owe it to her to be the best man I can possibly be.
"Thank you Dmitry. Thank you all for gathering here today to witness is breathtaking union. Dmitry, you may now kiss the bride"
My hand immediately wrapped around her waist as I pull her closer to me. Use my other hand to caress her cheek, I saw that she slowly parted her lips for me. Oh my God! She's beautiful. I lowered my lips on her and slowly kissed her.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am introducing you to Mrs Amiya Nnaji-Dawkins and Mr Dmitry Dawkins."
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My favourite fairytale is our love story.
"Dmitry, you found if it was truly up to me, Amiya would be a Bryant" Said Mr Nnaji "I cannot choose for my daughter in this instance. Let me tell you this, if you ever hurt her. I will personally kill you with my bare hands."
"I will never hurt Mr Nnaji" Dmitry responded shakily.
"Jahmeil, leave the young man alone. I can tell you were threatening him from a mile away" said Mrs Coke-Nnaji, the tension as a knife.
"Where's Amiya?" Dmitry directed his question to her mom.
"Last time I checked she was in the dressing room"
"Thanks, let me go find my wife." Dmitry said smiling at his in-laws.
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"I am so nervous." Amiya whispers softly as Dmitry kiss her on neck.
"Babe, you shouldn't be. I mean we can wait."
"No, I want to." Amiya chuckled nervously.
"Ok, I have an idea." Dmitry says as he get from the bed and pull her up with him. "Remove my clothes" he instructs her.
Amiya obliged, took off this shirt slowly but when she reached the waist of his underpants she hesitated. Dmitry place his hands over hers and gently guide them down until his member was fully exposed. Amiya gasps and her eyes widen in amazement. Dmitry finish taking off his boxers. There is stood naked in front of her, all of him fully erected. He started to remove her lingerie "That's better" he teased her. I'm in heaven, she's fucking perfect. I can get used to waking up to her every damn day.
"Now tell me where you like to be touched. No, show me." Her eyes widened in amazement as he spoke. "Touch yourself Ami"
Amiya started caress her body in front if Dmitry. She touched places such as her neck, breast, stomach, vagina and legs. As she touched her lady flower, she told him "I like to be kissed here".
Dmitry nod his head in a yes motion and his body feverishly wants to devour Amiya's.
"Where do you like to be touched?" She questioned
"Here" as he placed her hand on his erected penis. Amiya started to stroke him and ask "Do you liked to kiss here as well?"
"Yes" he replied hesitantly. Amiya told his answer as a green light. She kneed in front of him and begins to place kisses all over him. He escaped a low groan and with that his penis in Amiya's hand. She giggled and wrapped her mouth around him and sucked slowly. This cannot be real. There she was using her hands in a circular motion and bobbing her head to give him maximum pleasure. Where did she learn all of this?
Only a few minutes pass until Dmitry slowly pull away and in a swift movement lift her off the ground and on to the bed. By time she was well ready however he felt it was only fair to give her those kisses that she loves. Listening to her moans and slowly picking up the speed. Her back was arched and her nails dogged into the sheer beneath them. Amiya wasn't in control anymore and Dmitry was well aware. Her moans and shrieks of pleasure ripple through the air.
"Yes, baby yes" she screamed in joy as she trembled under the wicked rhythm of Dmitry's tongue and collapsed on the bed. He crawled up to her between her legs and lay on top of her, she kissed him. Tasting her sweet nectar of womanhood off his lips.
"We're not finish yet" said Dmitry with a wicked grin on his face. "Your on the pill right?"
"Yes" said Amiya feverishly.
For a split second the world around them stop and it was finally happening. After five years, this is amazing.
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I saw her, sitting on an ottoman with a note in her and tears floating down her face. Shit. I rushed over and kneel in front of her, gently place my hand under her chin...
"Hey Ami, what happen?" I tried to console her but she pushed me away.
"Dmitri, who's Kasey? Why is she telling me about your five year old son?" Amiya asked with tears streaming down her face and her eyes red as the colour itself. Shit, I fucked up. "Tell me it isn't true?"
I sighed, I literally just broke her heart.
"I am not sure." I whispered, after this day never was ever the same. Our world shattered and I was the one to blame. A hours ago I made a vow to never hurt.
