I want to share my story. I want the readers to know that this is not a confession. I don’t regret anything I’ve done. I’m just reflecting on the experiences life gave me. I was only eight years when my uncle sexually abused me. I used to visit them during the weekends. He was married with two sons. He was the first man who ever showed me his nakedness. The first man to make me touch his joystick and play with it. He showed me how to give him a handj*b and a blowj*b. Before I was ten years old, he opened my eyes to the pleasures of m*sturbation. He was putting his fingers under me and telling me to moan for him. He was a pervert and hearing me moan turned him on.
When I was 11, my father’s elder brother broke my virginty. His actions will later lead to the many promiscuous things I’ve done in my life and the lack of remorse I’ve shown for my actions. I’m a big child. I took after my mother and on her side of the family, they develop early. My breasts developed very early and it made me appear older than my age. When I was around 13, the uncle who abused me had a stroke and died, but all he taught me stayed with me and his death didn’t hurt me at all. I didn’t care about him, I didn’t cry. I didn’t feel anything at all, it was just numbness. After he was buried, I started to see the side effects of what he had done to me. I was always s*xually aroused and I started living a very wild and promiscous life.
I started creating problems between guys. I will be dating this guy and then seduce his friend and sleep with him. There was this particular guy I met when I went to visit my female friend. He was like an area boy and he came around to talk to my friend. We exchanged glances when he saw me and then I intentionally stepped out so that I can meet him when he is going. That same day he took me to his house and gave me a good f*ck in his room. His parents where home, but he couldn’t resist me. No man has ever been able to resist me and no man ever will. This guy and I started dating. He thought we were dating, but he was the only one in the relationship because as he was with me, I was busy having fun with other guys. Some were area boys and others were school mates.
I was going to visit my so called boyfriend so his parents somehow knew me. I started seeing how his dad was looking at me so I kept wearing things that will make him keep looking at me. Yes, in the end he had his way with me and paid me to keep quiet about it. Later it didn’t work out with me and his son and we ended it, but up till now he doesn’t know I had s*x with his dad more than twice. After SHS, I had some papers to rewrite and so my dad got a remedial school for me to enroll. I had s*x with four of the male remedial teachers. Three out of the four of them were married and I didn’t care. I was just addicted to the thing and being able to see men, especially the older ones chase me for s*x felt really good. My father’s agemates begging me to come over for just one round and promising me to give me more money than they previously did made me feel even more powerful, so I kept going.
When I was writing Novdec, there was this particular nice inviligator I was eyeing. The guy was looking at me and I was doing same. I will intentionally call him that I needed something and I will open my thighs or lower myself for him to see my breasts well. At first he looked serious and I thought he won’t fall for it. After the paper, I saw him again. He asked my name and asked me what I was trying to do in the exam hall. I told him nothing. He took my number and we started chatting. Some weeks later, he invited me over to his place and gave it to me well. That guy looks very innocence but he is something else in bed. He also wanted to date me, but I don’t date men. I just can’t date. I know it won’t work. I wrote novdec four times and still didn’t pass my maths so my parents got tired of paying for remedial school fees and got me into a fashion school to learn fashion design.
I stopped going to the school and I got a boutique sales girl work. As for the men they were coming to me so easily. They were always hungry for it and I give it to them. I stopped that job too and now I don’t really do any serious work. The men I sleep with finance my life and I’m good. Anytime I’m broke, I just dress nicely and step out, I will meet a man to take care of me. It’s so automatic. Maybe I just want to share this for parents to protect their kids, especially the females. I know for a fact that my uncle has made me a s*x addict and I don’t need religious people to tell me about praying because I’ve done that and nothing has changed. As for me, my life is already messed up, but maybe I can warn parents out there that they shouldn’t trust any man around their children. I was only 8 when my uncle destroyed my innocence and now, I’m scarred forever.