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I met Kunle way back on campus. We were
both active in Campus fellowship as workers.
We became friends and started dating about 2
months later. He was a firm believer and a
prayer warrior, that was what I found
attractive about him. More so, he was tall,
dark and handsome, he had a baritone voice
too.
.
We prayed together and the bible was our
yardstick. Kunle rose to become a*sistant
pastor and I was very proud of him. He was
admired by many ladies in our fellowship but
he maintained his faithfulness to me and I
trusted him for that.
.
Our love waxed stronger and after our
academic program, we went for the Youth
Service program. Kunle’s uncle, with his
connection, made it possible for us to do our
youth service in the same state, Oyo state.
And after spending weeks at the camp, we
then decided to rent a room together. A
decision that made us more deeply intimately.
I remember Kunle’s opinion about it, as he
said. “Simi, this could be a very good chance
to understand ourselves better, tolerate each
other better and understand how our strengths
and weaknesses can compliment each other.”
Although I had always longed for him to touch
me many times, I knew in my heart that living
together would lead to that. I lost my virginity
way back after WAEC exams, when I was a
teenager. I was s*xually active back then
before I gave my life to Christ. Since then I
had abstained from s*x and kept my life
upright in the way of the Lord. Meeting Kunle
much later helped me more, he was a virgin
and a steadfast christian.
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Our first night together was remarkable, we
spent half of the whole night praying and
singing worship songs. That trend continued
but later diminished as the weeks pa*sed. One
evening, after I had made dinner, I decided to
take my bath. I forgot to bolt the door and I
had taken off my dress. I stood before the
mirror admiring myself and next thing Kunle
entered the room and for the very first time he
saw me Unclad.
.
He was shocked, he closed his eyes and said.
“Oh My God, please I am sorry Simi. I
honestly didn’t know.” As he dashed outside.
I felt so sorry for him, but I didn’t mind, I
didn’t see it as an intrusion in anyway. He
later came in that night, feeling so down, he
didn’t even eat his meal. I had to beg him
that it was okay, before he got himself
together again. But from that night on, we
didn’t pray together at night anymore.
.
The following week, I felt I needed to make
him feel more comfortable with me. So I
decided to wear revealing night wears. I didn’t
know that would result to something negative
later on. We became like 2 strangers living
together in a room. So I went to him one day
and said. “Kunle, I have noticed a rift between
us and I feel very disturbed about it.”
He then said. “Simi, I don’t think it’s a good
idea us staying together, ever since I saw you
Unclad I have been battling with the spirit of
lust every other day.”
I then said. “Are you telling me that, when we
marry you won’t be able to see me Unclad?
Come on Kunle, you need to snap out of this.”
Kunle said. “I am sorry, I am not just
comfortable with this…”
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To Be Continued… or read part two here http://proudlynationz.com.ng/2016/05/forgive-me-lord-18part-2/

PART 2

I then said. “Are you telling me that, when we
marry you won’t be able to see me Unclad?
Come on Kunle, you need to snap out of this.”
Kunle said. “I am sorry, I am not just
comfortable with this…”
I was so angry, I was beginning to doubt his
manliness. I feared he even might be gay. So I
said to him. “Are you trying to tell me that
you are not man enough to handle me?”
He looked at me deeply. I could tell from his
eyes that he was hurt, he just looked on and
remained speechless. Then he left the room.
I have never seen him like that before and I
was already getting fed up.
Some hours later that night, Kunle came in
and I was already in bed. He then went to the
bathroom and came out some minutes later
and he laid beside me on the bed. I wanted to
say something but I felt it was better I kept
my silence. Next thing, I felt his hand on my
waist, I couldn’t believe it, it felt deliberate. It
became very interesting, I then decided to tilt
towards him and his touch on my waist later
became a grip. I was enjoying it and I wanted
him to discover his other side .
I then held his hand and I placed it on my
Bosom, he grabbed it softly, caressing it and
after some few strokes he relented and drew
back. I felt a bit embarra*sed and I was
obliged to talk to him. Then I said. “Kunle it’s
okay, I am all yours, my body, my heart and
my soul.”
He then moved towards me and I did likewise
and that was how we kissed. It was our first
kiss, as our lips touched I was full of
anticipation, only to be disappointed. Kunle
wasn’t really a good kisser, I had kissed a
couple of guys in the past so I knew a good
kisser when I met one.
The following morning, Kunle said to me.
“Simi, I am sorry about what happened last
night. I just realized that if we continue to
stay here the Devil will lead us astray. I will
move to Bankole’s place just a street away.
Please understand, I love you and I don’t want
us to go against God’s plan for us.”
I felt so bad hearing that. I couldn’t object
because I knew he had already made up his
mind, so I said to him. “It’s okay Kunle.
There’s no problem I understand.”
It wasn’t easy for me, I had already built a lot
of pa*sion and urges in my head. Kunle
moved his things and went to Bankole’s
place. I felt so alone and rejected, we only
communicated on phone and we didn’t see for
a week.
Bankole came to see me few days later.
Bankole was very dear to us, he was like a big
brother to Kunle and he always paid us some
visits. He then asked. “Simi, is everything okay
between you and Kunle?”
I then started crying. He comforted me and
said. “Please Simi, you can talk to me.”
I was afraid Kunle might end the relationship
so I felt I needed to confide with Bankole. So I
opened up to him, telling him to beg Kunle
that I would never encourage such acts again
till we get married.
Bankole then said. “Simi, Everything will be
alright.”
I felt better and a bit relived.
Bankole kept on checking me up, cheering me
up and comforting me. Most times he brought
some biscuits, yogurt drink or chocolate. He
was very witty with a wonderful sense of
humor. Asides a*suring me that Kunle was
going through a phase and needed time, he
made sure I never had a dull moment.

To Be Continued…or read part 3here http://proudlynationz.com.ng/2016/05/forgive-me-lord-18part-3/

Part 3


Asides a*suring me that Kunle was
going through a phase and needed time, he
made sure I never had a dull moment.
I didn’t really have friends, my whole world
was built around Kunle. But Bankole’s
company helped to bridge up the loneliness I
felt since Kunle decided to go mute. 2 weeks
had pa*sed since Kunle moved out to
Bankole’s place. Kunle then sent me a text
stating. “Simi, I strongly suggest we both seek
the face of the Lord again regarding us. We
were going through the wrong path. I hope
you understand.”
I didn’t reply his text, I just ignored it. I had
become fond of Bankole and waited everyday
for his visit. One Thursday, he came with a
bottle of wine. It was chilled and it seemed to
be alcoholic. I had never tasted alcoholic wine
before. Bankole was a moderate believer, he
wasn’t to conservative like Kunle was. He was
more flexible and I was really feeling him, he
always come up with surprises and little
adventures.
We both drank and talked about our pasts.
We both realized we had similar pasts only
that Bankole’s was more daring. I started to
feel drowsy and light. He then asked me.
“What do you miss most in your former life?”
I then answered. “The feeling of a guy inside
of me.” It was as if I wasn’t in control of my
utterances. I asked him. “What do you miss
most?”
He said. “The smell of v***na and the taste of
it.”
I then said. “Oh my, I forgot about that, I had
that only twice, I couldn’t control myself I was
always screaming, it was one of the sweetest
thing I had ever had.”
Bankole then said. “What’s the most sensitive
part of your body?”
I then said. “I want you to find out.”
He then stood up and started touching my
toes. He asked. “Is it here?”
I said. “No it’s not.”
He then put his toes in his mouth and sucked
it a bit. It was so sweet and it made me filled
with pa*sion. He then pulled my skirts off and
started licking me from my ankle to my thigh
repeatedly. My head was about to explode, I
couldn’t help but release my body to him to
do what he liked with it. He repeated the
same thing to my on my right leg. He then
grabbed my panties and pulled it off. He drew
me closer and then went down on me, licking
my wetness and sucking my honey pot. I
grabbed his head and tried to hold my voice.
He sucked me softly and tenderly,
overwhelming my entirety with the sweetest
libido.I wanted him inside of me, longing to
feel the nostalgic sweetness that I had so
much desired. He then got up, took off his
trousers and unleashed his manly. At that
point, I had damned all morality and I had
given myself completely to lust. I then said.
“Put that inside of me.”
He then carefully inserted it inside of me and
the lust drive began. It was an adventurous
ride, I wished it lasted the whole day. He
made it more pleasant by taking off my bra
and sucking my Tips while he was still
thrusting inside of me. After about 15
minutes, he then fell his whole body weight
on me, reaching his climax. I was also
satisfied and we both laid down on the bed
for about 30 minutes without saying a thing.
He then said. “Simi, I am so sorry, it was the
alcohol that got the best part of me.”
I said to him. “It’s okay, you don’t have to
worry about that. I enjoyed it.”
We both cleaned up and he left.
We kept on being intimate within the coming
days until I had to put a stop to it. He
became angry and he stopped seeing me. At
that point, I felt very bad and I had regretted
what transpired between Bankole and I. Kunle
started calling me, showing concern about me
but I was too guilty to respond to his text
messages.
After about a month, I started feeling ill and I
missed my monthly period. I was really scared
and very confused. I had to travel down to
Lagos to conduct a test to see if I was
pregnant.
The result came out and it showed I was
pregnant. I tired to call Bankole, but he didn’t
pick my calls. I then knew I was all to myself.
At that time, Kunle was begging me to accept
him back and was willing to move in back
with me.
When I got back to Ogbomoso, Kunle came
around with his stuffs. He said. “Simi, I
realized I was wrong and too conservative. I
can’t live this life without you. Please what
ever you are planing to do, don’t leave me.”
I started crying, he held me tight with an
embrace. I didnt know how to tell him. He
then kissed me and kept on kissing me. I had
no other option than to kiss him back. I then
listened to my inner voice that said. “Use this
opportunity.
”

To Be Continued…

Part .4
.
I started crying, he held me tight with an
embrace. I didnt know how to tell him. He
then kissed me and kept on kissing me. I had
no other option than to kiss him back. I then
listened to my inner voice that said. “Use this
opportunity.”
I then leaned towards him and forced him on
the bed, to my surprise he kept on kissing me.
We kissed all through rolling over and next
thing I reached for his manly, without
resistance from him, I started stroking it.
Kunle then said. “Simi, if that is what you
want. I won’t stop you. I love you and I will do
anything for you.”
I then undressed myself and mounted on him.
I had tears in my eyes, sobbing continuously,
as I inserted his erected manly inside of me.
He just looked at me and all he wanted was to
satisfy me. So we made love until he
climaxed.
He held me tight and said. “Till death do us
apart.”
I started crying again.


We started living together again and 2 weeks
later, I told him I was feeling funny. I then
told him I needed to go to the hospital and he
gave me some money. I got back to the room
from the hospital and I was crying. He asked
me. “Simi, what is wrong?”
I increased my tempo. He then came towards
me and I said. “Kunle, I am pregnant.”
He said. “Oh my God!!” As he held his head
with both hands.
He then said. “We will keep it Simi. We are in
this together.”
He hugged me and comforted me.
In my heart I felt like the Devil, but what
choice did I have? I only wished Kunle was
responsible for the pregnancy. Kunle was
more than willing to
accept it, he was also willing to compromise
and
damn all consequences.


I became apprehensive towards carrying the
pregnancy, the thoughts of having a swollen
tommy, the embarra*sment it will bring upon
my
family, the complexity of roping Kunle as the
man
responsible for the pregnancy and the guilt
eating
me deeply. I couldn’t bear it any longer, my
faith
eroded me and I stopped attending church
service.
I had to seek opinion from Ese. Ese was very
exposed and adventurous, I used to avoid her
like
a plague before but I had no other person to
confide with.
I went to her place early in the morning and
luckily
I met her. I said to her. “Ese good morning.”
She
appeared so surprised to see me. She stopped
ironing her dress and she stood up to receive
me
in.
She said. “Simi, good morning is everything
okay?”
I started crying uncontrollably as she reached
for
me in an embrace. She then said. “It’s okay
Simi,
please talk to me. What is the problem?” She
then
got some toilet paper for me to clean up and
she
sat me down. She then said. “Is it Kunle?
What’s
wrong ?”
I then said. “Ese, I don’t know who else to go
to, I
am so scared and confused Ese.”
Ese then said. “Is it more than 3 months old?”
I was so surprised she knew I was pregnant. I
then said. “How did you know Ese?”
She then laughed and said. “I have been there
Simi, you will be okay. How many months is
it?”
I said. “Less than 2 months old.”
She then said. “And you want to terminate it?”
I then started crying again and said. “I don’t
know
what to do Ese, I don’t know…… Please help
me.”
She held my shoulders and said. “Simi. Let
me tell
you the fact here. What you did is normal,
don’t be
too hard on yourself. At least you know that
you
can conceive, they are many ladies out there
who
cant. If you want my advice, I will suggest you
terminate it.”
I then said. “Terminate it?


To Be Continued…