My I . T Sexcapades - S01 E51

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My I . T Sexcapades - S01 E51

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She just kept quiet at my response as I bowed

my head avoiding to look at her. Am I in love

with this woman? I can’t say but why the hell

am I feeling this emotional, I can’t look

straight into her eyes unlike me that uses that

to seduce ladies, How many of you have

noticed that the easiest way to seduce a

woman is to hold eyes contact with her while

telling her soothing words?

I felt her hand round me as she draws me

closer into her bosom,

“Sorry my dear, I know what you feel don’t

worry” she comforted me while I kept mute

staring at the ceiling while she consoled me.

She dragged me and lifted up my chin to face

her and I saw the sparkle in her eyes as she

talks

“Just know I mean it when I said I love you, I

really do, I don’t know why I found love here

but surely am sure” she concluded and I

muttered the courage the speak finally.

“What of your husband? You are married and I

doubt you know what you say ma” I told her

speaking ever so gently.

“Uhmmm, I have told you a little about my

husband and how he cheated me but I never

went into details. Now listen and understand

this is the story of my life”

And she reclines into the couch and started

narrating.

MY MADAM

Years ago I was at the Amhadu Bello

University There I studied fine and applied

arts. Though I grew up in Kaduna schooling at

ABU was my first time of leaving Kaduna city.

I was quiet a young naive glady then that

always visits home on weekend basis. My

father was a yoruba man while my mother was

an Igbo woman. Surprisingly against

everyone’s believe my parents still live

together and my father never married a second

wife. I was the first child and daughter and my

mum really do warn me about boys and their

tricky ways but she never gave me s*x

education.

Some time in my second year I met Eze, so

kind and cool he looks and he is from

Anambra, for the mere fact that he is an ogbo

like my mum made me likes him the more. He

was a student of Theatre arts and film studies

so we were in the same faculty and we did

borrow a course from them. It was in this

class That I got to know him.

One thing led to another and we started

dating, he swept me off my foot with his wise

and witty sayings, he was always confidence

and independent. He cautioned me about

going home every weekend and telling me how

he had never visited Enugu where his family

stays to boost his independence.

He made me to see life from a different angle

and As time goes on I started reducing the

amount of time I go for weekend giving

excuses of being busy with school work why?

Most weekend am at Exe’s place, I always

look forward to weekend at his place as he

always have something new to tell me and

show me also. His acting skills were so

hilarious that I get so much entertainment in

his house than I get anywhere else.

Eze made me to be so loyal to him and saw

s*x with him as nothing, he actually

initiatiated the cuddling and heavy petting but

never askes for s*x but always made me

o----m through head job which he has

convinced me to be the best way to enjoy s*x

and still keep my virginity.

I got to a stage where I knew Eze was the man

for me and he shows that I was the woman for

him and in my third year I begged him to have

s*x with me because I know he goes else

where to quench his S#xual desires else how

does he manage to make me Pour without

asking for s*x except head jobs which I am

yet to be good in

He took his time telling me why I should keep

my virginity as I have always insisted, he also

told me how I will become addicted to his s*x

if he starts but I have made up my mind so

we had sx, The sx that took my virginity, the

sx that tied me down to Eze, the sx I never

thought another man could ever give me. He

was just awesome!

I can still recall his feathery touches, his

gentle thrusts that seem to last for eternity as

he warms and prepare the orifice of my kitty

hole, then the final t----t that broke the hood

causing me pain that was quickly replaced

with pleasures as I felt his hotdog textured

preek going farther than I have ever felt,

occupying where no man have ever occupied.

As he t----t I felt his hands on my Bosom

doing all the wonderful things he always do

just that this time around it felt sweeter and

sultier!

That marked the beginning of my wild s*x life,

according to his warning I will become

addicted and yes I did! I alway long for his

touch inside me I always wanted penetrative

s*x, I always wanted him to be by my side but

he reminded me that he warned me. He gave

excuses why we should not always have s*x

but I used my emotional powers to get what I

want.

At some point I noticed he was beginning to

withdraw from me, he was no longer happy to

see me around, He started reminding me how I

needed to visit home and stuffs. I kept

wondering why but my girlish brain blinded

me to the whole situation.

Our relationship was at the verge of breaking

but I can’t think of living in the same campus

without EZE! He later became point blank with

me telling me how I have loosed my meekness

for s*x craving, telling me how I have

suddenly become a boring companion that

knows not what to discuss anymore apart

from the bliss of the last s*x that will end up

in another. He talked about how I am no

longer who I used to be, How I have become

selfish and all.

Ieft his house to my hostel that night crying

throughout the night as my roomies never

bothered asking me what the problem was. I

made a reflection on myself and saw that 90%

of what he said were all true and finally I

decided to change.

It was not easy as I always crave him, I

wonder what went wrong with me, I wonder

the maniac that was unlocked in me and I

tried to tame it…

Fast forward to final year…

We were still dating, infact stronger and have

received best couple awards a lot, Graduation

was close and we knew ours was not

graduation, we knew we were just about to

start the real relationship that will lead to

marriage.

He went to Enugu for the first time since he

got admitted into the school with a 2.1 mine

was a 2.1 also and I went back home to await

service. During the holidays we talked a lot on

the phone, a day without talking the sun won’t

set. Yes it was like that!

I told my mum about him and his mum was

also calling me after some time. Call up

letters later came up and he was posted to

Kadun while I was posted to Enugu! What a

hilarious swap!!

I travelled to Enugu a week before camp to

stay at his and I met a wonderful prospective

mother in law. We got engaged before he left

for Kaduna.

During the service year he stayed at my house

while I stayed at his and it was all so great.

We waxed stronger, he travelled down to

Enugu every three months to spend the

weekend with me. I have grown to control my

urge and I was living a normal and happy life.

Two years after service we got married and I

gave birth to Ada after a year. He never liked

working for anyone so he set up his own

careers directing movies for people. He started

travelling out of the shores of the country to

shoot movies in south Africa, Ghana and

atimes but rarely U.k.

His carrier sowered while I always attend

exhibitions and do contract works for clients

he usually source for me in his travels. I mean

life was too good for we to be happening but

we were really happening!

The whole c----x came when I started hearing

rumours that Eze have a wife in South Africa,

not just a wife but also a son. I waved it off

as the enemy’s devised plans to shattered the

strong bond between us. I never confronted

him to know as I trusted he will never do such

a thing.

To summerise the whole story I got to know it

was all true when I found a picture neatly

wrapped inside his pocket when I want to

wash it. I removed the content without

suspicions as my husband was always in the

habit of living either money or documents

inside his pockets. So I dare not wash his

clothes without searching thoroughly.

As I pulled out the paper I noticed a picture of

about quoto size was neatly wrapped inside

the paper. The content made me to scream

and pass out. I saw my husband posing with

a woman kissing her and a small boy who has

a striking semblance was in their middle. Such

a beautiful and creative picture I must say but

it took part of me away, I died temporarily.

I later woke up to find myself in th hospital.

The doctor confirmed I have been a comma for

a week. The imagery of that picture is still

sharp in my memories. I have never forgiven

Eze and he has never stopped coming back to

beg, but my family were disappointed and his

too were.

I parked out years ago to live here with my

daughter and since then I have unlocked the

s*x manaic in me as I have been fooling

around with men and making sure I break so

much hearts as I can. I forgot my daughter

have been observing. I have gotten pregnant

for two other men who brought forth the last

two kids I have but they are in the safe hands

of a good woman in the boarding house.

I have managed to create a niche for myself

and I have always been living fine regretting

most of my past especially when I see my

daughter having s*x at a very tender age of

15, I had rebuked her but she was quick to

point out my thousand and one misbehaviour

and with shame I have not have the nerves to

confront her again but advice her when she

agrees.

For quiet a long time I have always get any

man that catches my fancy. You caught my

fancy by your cool and well behaved self. I

saw you as a son I wish my own son will grow

up to but then I realised Miss lisa that witch

was already fancying you and also my

daughter! But my daughter’s was welcomed by

me as I wished you will grow to love and

change her but I was wrong, I didn’t just love

you as a son but as a lover too this I

confirmed when I noticed you had an affair

with my daughter.

“That is my story..” she ended up in tears and

I noticed with alarm that a fine thin silver tear

was streaking down to my cheek and I quickly

wiped it as I drew closer and drew her into my

bosom, consoling her.

“I Love you so much” I said.

That fell off faster

than I intend.

I felt her cry more as she clung me tighter.

I later stayed with her that night not leaving

her as I later learnt that the security guard

have been forgiven. That was indeed a blissful

night. We didn’t have s*x but we felt a deep

satisfaction as we clung tightly to each other.

I later heard her breathing peacefully against

my chest while I kept thinking if am really in

love.

How do I fancy her more than her daughter?

What’s it about her that gets me emotional?

I kept asking myself questions until I slept

off…