Right from my early teenage years, my s..3zz life had always been shrouded in secrecy. At 18, I had my first boyfriend, who took my v..!rqinity few weeks to my junior secondary school examination. From then, there was no stopping. From him, I moved on to a 29 year old Kunle, who gave me an adult view of l..ustrous s..3z, with varying styles and fetishes. At 24, I got pregnant for the very charismatic Pastor Paul. Until my pregnancy, my parents had not a faintest idea of what my s..3xval adventures I had been into. At least, I was properly protected from youthful exuberances, or so they thought. Pregnancy brought its baggage of controversies. I weathered the storm. Pastor Paul stoutly denied, while my parents took responsibility. I was safely delivered of Tinuke, few weeks to my 25th birthday. From there, I returned to the university, bagged my degree and moved on with life. I started my own chain of business, exports and haulage. Today, at 45, I am a very successful single mother who has successfully nurtured the then fairy, rawboned Tinu into a young, beautiful lady.
My past relationship with Tinuke’s father, Pastor Paul triggered my apathy for marriage. The way he professed his love when the going was good only to flatly deny any amorous relationship after I got pregnant taught me never to see the possibility of marriage with anybody. So, after that, it was just about relationships, for the s..3z, money and pleasure. With the gains I made from multiple relationships on campus, I started my business. I made enough for myself and Tinu. Barely had I graduated than I bought my first apartment.
So, at 45, after I met John, I concluded it was just for the regular: money, s..3z, then money. John was a young, astute business professional I met at a symposium on exports and haulage. His professional nature and hearty, cheery demeanour endeared me to him. His speech had revealed him as a 32 year-old multimillionaire who had risen through the value of hard work and grace. We exchanged contacts and got talking. In no time, a first date was arranged.  John proved his skills and styles in bed on a first date. From the deluxe suite in the hotel to the army of escorts he sent to bring me from my apartment, this was a type of prelude I enjoyed: classy, trendy and promising.
We had dinner, parleyed a little and got tipsy. After that, he lifted me straight to the bed in the cavernous room. John k..!zzed me gingerly, handling my b..r3ast from under the br..a before making straight for my p.@nties. The way he deftly shifted my p..@nties and made way for my c..|!ts got me shivering ferociously. He fondled my c..|!ts persistently, rubbing his cr..0tch against my s..3z. By the time he p3n.3trated me, my legs were firmly suspended in the air, feverishly shaking as his strokes p..3n3trated my frame.
His monstrous strokes had hit with infinite pleasure and I simply wanted more of him. We got talking business and other areas of interest and just on a first date, it felt like we had known each other for decades. This continued into the second and third date. Eventually, John made a proposal that on my eventual acceptance, shattered my dreams of keeping Tinu safe from male predators.
“How about I pay you a visit?. I deserve to know your place, meet your daughter. Get to know you better at least”
For the very first time, I was bringing my s..3z partner home. Over the years, each time Tinu asked why I didn’t want to get married, I told her men were not worth it. I never ceased to mention her father, who abandoned me in my most trying time. I thought John was different, and after much persistence, I agreed.
“You are my business associate who is simply in my house to discuss business.”
“No problem, sugar mummy”, he said, planting a k..!zz on my forehead
“Tinu, I would be having a visitor from a multinational. He is here to discuss business with me dear”
“ Finally mummy, I can meet one of your associates,” she declared with a sense of excitement
We made preparations for John’s visit. Tinu prepared the rice, fried the plantain and made the sauce while I arranged the wine and the table. At exactly 10 a.m, the young, bright and fair John entered in his usual style, with the pomp of aides and exotic automobiles.
I instructed Tinu to serve the dishes while I went to usher our visitor in. With his slap on the butt returned with a stern frown, John immediately knew I was not joking about Tinu not suspecting our s..3xval relationship. He entered the house, took a seat and then came face to face with Tinu.
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