A VIRGIN’S TALE

There I was, dripping sweat, transfixed and taken by the new joys found……. It was my first time having sex!!

I was raised to fear sex. was born of a College fling and was tuned to fear and/or avoid sex at all costs. That night, In a cosy hotel room in Sultan Hamud, we lay bare, touching each other and grinning while we uncovered the truths written on our skins.

I lay there, taken by the thrills of then moment. my skin was touched here, I shook, there, I giggled. they came on hard, chewing on my tender self, my virginity on alert. She worked her tongue on my nipples, twisting her tongue on my nipples and my frequencies changed! I was charged, I was ready! I was elated. Grabbing her by her waist, I worked on her nipples. Round, enlarged and set at the pinnacle of her dome breasts, set well on her caramel chest.

Soon came the test.

Was I ready to give?

Would I perform?

Would she love it?

I cared less! I dove right in! The warmth, moist linings! I was in!! I was there…… Working my way up and down, she moaned. I got excited. She went on louder and I advanced my gears. Strokes and ripples were all our bodies had, No words, just grinning at each other while we rocked that poor bed to submission.

As the pleasure grew, I hit that spot. I got to that pleasure-Tickling point that I had nerve once crossed. See, I hated the idea of masturbation and never had I worked myself into sex willingly before. Was it my first time having sex? No. I was sexually abused in high school and severally worked into an unfortunate climax by men whose phalli I regret not chopping off. Ever since, I detested the idea of penetration (still do), but that night was a night unlike any other.

I was poised to destroy my fears. She came on, I was her base. She rode and rode, driving me past my fears. She had me explode in her, my seed deep in her, no fear, no regrets. We stopped as she disembarked, grinned at each other and hit the showers. Round two

Ten months later,, i was a father to a very yellow boy whose grandparents thought me lower than street urchins. Denying me access to my only child while his mother and i wept in public. Hidden from all was this fact till now, that even my dear mother went into eternal slumber oblivious of her blood. Securing Grace her scholarship in Canada, to live with her Elder brother, I was annexed from my child