[Story] Memo Of A Male Sex Addict – Episode 89

“I know baby, just believe I love you and I will never dump you or anything” I kept saying, just to satisfy my male organs that was almost bursting through my boxers. She kept on saying she had a reason she won’t give in, but I continued. Our argument finally came to an end when she allowed me kiss her, and I started unbuttoning her top. We were still kissing, and I loosened her bra strap, before going down below to help pull off her skirt. I took my time to exploit all sensitive organs in her body, making sure that she never went off the mood. She kept moaning and was crying softly, but I never paid attention to all that.

“Who cares about virgin” I kept saying in my mind. I continued till she was unclad and I bent my head and went straight for her kitty-cat. My kept sucking her kitty till she was almost using her legs to strangle me, then I knew the time was right. I slowly adjusted a bit and positioned my joystick in between her kitty hole.

“Baby please don’t do this” She begged one last time before I ***** straight between her legs. She cried loudly but I didn’t pay much attention to that. I suspended my joystick inside her hole and allowed her to calm down. She kept crying with her eyes closed but not loudly anymore.

I started entering in and out of her gently while till touching those round things on her chest. She wasn’t reducing the cries and I even got off mood and tried consoling her.

“Stop crying please” I said to her. At a point I regretted why I even did it at the first place. She kept crying till she opened her mouth to speak.

“Next week Wednesday is my traditional marriage and I have kept it for my husband” She said.

“What traditional marriage are you talking about” I asked again to be sure my ears were still functional.

“Mine” She said with tears running down her cheeks. My joystick became so soft like an old foam.

“Why didn’t you tell me” I asked her.

“I didn’t know how to tell you” She replied “I love you and would want to marry you like you promised” She said.

“Marry what?” I asked again “Come on, you have a potential husband, go ahead and marry him” I said to her. She wasn’t interested in my explanations and kept on holding on to me.

“I don’t love him, it is you that I love” She kept repeating and she hugged me tightly and kept crying.

“Maybe she is suffering from post-deflowering” I said to myself “She will get over it”. I quickly made her settle down before, before looking for a suitable way to make her go home.

“God won’t forgive you if you do this to me” She said while she was about going. I nodded in affirmation before shuting the door behind her.

“Shitt” I repeated and removed my former bed spread that was already stained with blood. I don’t have enough time to write about all the girls I slept with during my service year, my strength is becoming weak, but I will keep listing them out. I hope she forgives.

I remember Rakiat, the 15years old girl in my place of primary assignment. I slept with her, made her pregnant and forced her to commit an abortion. I hope she forgives me.

I remember Rofiat. She was already pregnant when I met her as a result of Molest. I never knew she was pregnant until months after we had S£x, she didn’t see her period, and after a scan was done, the doctor calculated I wasn’t the owner of the pregnancy. She later confessed that she was raped by a security guard. I kicked her off my house and I heard she is in a village now. I hope she forgives.

I remember the adult worker in my church that fell in love with me, despite she was married. She comes to church and leads in chorus. But we were busy having lots of fun right on my bed anytime she came around. She became pregnant, but I can’t tell between I and the husband who owns the pregnancy. I stopped talking with her after I discovered she was pregnant. I hope she reads this and forgive

I remember Kehinde, the little maid in her aunt’s house who was also my student. After deflowering her, her aunt discovered and sent her packing. Despite the threats, she never said a word about my name. I don’t know her whereabouts, but I know she went back to the village to stay with her poor parents. I hope she becomes something in life and forgive.

I remember my best friend’s girlfriend. She was sleeping with me alongside my friend. They were about getting married, but I broke the relationship, and I don’t know about them again. I hope they forgive too.

I was a regular customer to a lot of Lovepeddlers that stayed at a geographical place at Ibadan I wouldn’t want to say. They knew me because I always brought something for them, and most time they rewarded me with credit S£x and overtime.

I wish I had another opportunity, it won’t go this way!

I know why I write all these, and you will soon get to know!!!

“I know baby, just believe I love you and I will never dump you or anything” I kept saying, just to satisfy my male organs that was almost bursting through my boxers. She kept on saying she had a reason she won’t give in, but I continued. Our argument finally came to an end when she allowed me kiss her, and I started unbuttoning her top. We were still kissing, and I loosened her bra strap, before going down below to help pull off her skirt. I took my time to exploit all sensitive organs in her body, making sure that she never went off the mood. She kept moaning and was crying softly, but I never paid attention to all that.

“Who cares about virgin” I kept saying in my mind. I continued till she was unclad and I bent my head and went straight for her kitty-cat. My kept sucking her kitty till she was almost using her legs to strangle me, then I knew the time was right. I slowly adjusted a bit and positioned my joystick in between her kitty hole.

“Baby please don’t do this” She begged one last time before I ***** straight between her legs. She cried loudly but I didn’t pay much attention to that. I suspended my joystick inside her hole and allowed her to calm down. She kept crying with her eyes closed but not loudly anymore.

I started entering in and out of her gently while till touching those round things on her chest. She wasn’t reducing the cries and I even got off mood and tried consoling her.

“Stop crying please” I said to her. At a point I regretted why I even did it at the first place. She kept crying till she opened her mouth to speak.

“Next week Wednesday is my traditional marriage and I have kept it for my husband” She said.

“What traditional marriage are you talking about” I asked again to be sure my ears were still functional.

“Mine” She said with tears running down her cheeks. My joystick became so soft like an old foam.

“Why didn’t you tell me” I asked her.

“I didn’t know how to tell you” She replied “I love you and would want to marry you like you promised” She said.

“Marry what?” I asked again “Come on, you have a potential husband, go ahead and marry him” I said to her. She wasn’t interested in my explanations and kept on holding on to me.

“I don’t love him, it is you that I love” She kept repeating and she hugged me tightly and kept crying.

“Maybe she is suffering from post-deflowering” I said to myself “She will get over it”. I quickly made her settle down before, before looking for a suitable way to make her go home.

“God won’t forgive you if you do this to me” She said while she was about going. I nodded in affirmation before shuting the door behind her.

“Shitt” I repeated and removed my former bed spread that was already stained with blood. I don’t have enough time to write about all the girls I slept with during my service year, my strength is becoming weak, but I will keep listing them out. I hope she forgives.

I remember Rakiat, the 15years old girl in my place of primary assignment. I slept with her, made her pregnant and forced her to commit an abortion. I hope she forgives me.

I remember Rofiat. She was already pregnant when I met her as a result of Molest. I never knew she was pregnant until months after we had S£x, she didn’t see her period, and after a scan was done, the doctor calculated I wasn’t the owner of the pregnancy. She later confessed that she was raped by a security guard. I kicked her off my house and I heard she is in a village now. I hope she forgives.

I remember the adult worker in my church that fell in love with me, despite she was married. She comes to church and leads in chorus. But we were busy having lots of fun right on my bed anytime she came around. She became pregnant, but I can’t tell between I and the husband who owns the pregnancy. I stopped talking with her after I discovered she was pregnant. I hope she reads this and forgive

I remember Kehinde, the little maid in her aunt’s house who was also my student. After deflowering her, her aunt discovered and sent her packing. Despite the threats, she never said a word about my name. I don’t know her whereabouts, but I know she went back to the village to stay with her poor parents. I hope she becomes something in life and forgive.

I remember my best friend’s girlfriend. She was sleeping with me alongside my friend. They were about getting married, but I broke the relationship, and I don’t know about them again. I hope they forgive too.

I was a regular customer to a lot of Lovepeddlers that stayed at a geographical place at Ibadan I wouldn’t want to say. They knew me because I always brought something for them, and most time they rewarded me with credit S£x and overtime.

I wish I had another opportunity, it won’t go this way!

I know why I write all these, and you will soon get to know!!!

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