Humans of Lagos Episode 63

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Humans of Lagos

"Life can be extremely tough in a judgemental society where your own very mother made you susceptible to abuse because she won't listen to you.

My body exploded with a fierce passion that I could not fathom when he touched me. I quivered and longed and we fucked.

The taste of sex was sweet and pleasing that I wanted more but he betrayed me. It was a fling to him. I then met others and others and I was in heaven, we fucked, we shagged and we then fucked some more. Sex was sweet and I couldn't have enough.

When my mother got wind of my escapades, she dragged me to her pastor for sexual exorcism. But the man of god shagged and fucked me repeatedly instead. I was satisfactorily exploited. My mother didn't know because she would not believe it was not my fault.

The judgemental society labelled me promiscuous and perverted. But I'm just a normal girl who gets horny and want to cum and find a way to fuck.

I slept with several guys, and so what?

They've tried so hard to make me feel less about myself and brand me prostitute. Even my co-fuckers, those mothafucker men called me a prostitute.

I accept who I am. I am a sexual being like the rest of you.

Continue the hating. I am just your reflection and I don't care what you think. That's where self preservation comes in. 

© FERT, 2015
Appreciation to Bibi.

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