Abused boy. HoL 88

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Humans of Lagos

"I was molested by my mom's housemaid before I clocked 10. She enjoyed it but I was indifferent. However, this incident aroused my libido even before I reached the semen producing age known as puberty.

And at the age of 14, I was again molested by my big sister's friend. On that day, she tenderly unruffled my hair, rolled her finger from my eyelids to my soft lips. She whispered sexiness in my ear. Sweet dirty words that gave me a hard-on. And then asked me to lie beside her on the bed. I did. I became restless; I pulled her flowing red gown up to her waist, then I exposed her thighs and lay the gown aside. I rolled her sparkling white pant down on to the mattress. She parted her hips to give me access into her...

I entered her missionary style, and felt her wet lips on mine. she kissed me passionately. Thrusting and moving furiously in unison, she vibrated and moaned and I shook with so much charged energy. I stroked her tits, slapped her buttocks as I moved vigorously before errupting with cum.

She called me a spoilt brat after the incident, and we never discussed about it ever again.

Ever since, I have become a callous Casanova. Having many women without commitment or compassion or lasting interest. I change my hot and damaged girls like clothes.

I sensed that sexual abuse is a spirit, once you get abused, people continue to abuse you or you settle into the role of an abuser.

I was abused."

©FERT, 2016

Comments

  1. Esther7 February 2018 at 07:28

    Tragic. You should consider counseling.

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    1. caster56boy6 July 2020 at 03:43

      It's always recommended that men with such experience should go for counseling.

      Delete
  2. Oskydeelight29 June 2020 at 22:27

    Hmmm, nature and nurture is very key to healthy development of young individuals...

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  3. AgudaSP30 June 2020 at 00:08

    A very vicious cycle. It never goes away, unless one is helped.

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    1. caster56boy6 July 2020 at 03:44

      Never. Acceptance of the fact that we need help is what will make the help effectual.

      Thanks bro.

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  4. Unknown6 July 2020 at 07:47

    Therapy is highly recommended

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  5. Unknown6 July 2020 at 09:01

    Abuse comes in different forms. Imagine this scenario. It's really appalling.

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  6. Yetty7 July 2020 at 12:24

    The craziest thing is the society rarely pays attention boys that have been abused.

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  7. Wunmi8 July 2020 at 06:27

    You need to be couselc

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  8. Wunmi8 July 2020 at 06:27

    You need to be counsel

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  9. Unknown5 December 2020 at 04:06

    Wow. Speechless

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