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THE CONFESSIONS OF A TEENAGER…..(18+)…..Part 1
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PROLOGUE
I have to put this down so that
whoever gets to
read it will learn of the miserable
life I lived, if at
the end, I choose the path of
death tonight.
My name is Johnpaul. I am a
little above fourteen years of age
and addicted to
p*rnography.
Before the end of
today, I want to put an end to
this, or put an end to my life. Lying down
here on
my hard bed, nothing else
bothers me but this
darkness. This Iroko tree has
stayed too long and
its leaves have made a mess of
my life like a pig’s
abode.
If I cannot be free alive, I will go for it
dead. I do not want
to have anything to do with
p*rnography any longer. I am
shrinking in this
darkness, and I need light. Just
some minutes ago, I almost Molested a
n
innocent young girl. This is
silly!
So, I am writing this in
anticipation of my
funeral. If I just do not get a way to end
all of this, I will end my life.
I want to be able to say no to
p*rnography and do
without it. If I do not break free
from this inner
darkness, I will forever deny my eyes of
the
brightness of the sun. I want to
stop. I want to go to the Internet
and not
go near p*rnography. I want to
look at the opposite sex and not feel
guilty.
I want to close my eyes and imagine
positive things instead of nude girls.
I just
want to be free.
It
has to be this night!
My name is johnpaul.You may be
wondering why i want to take my life
to end it all.yes,i have made up my
mind to take my life,to be free.
To be
free from everything. The pains and the
shame.
Some certain
circumstances in this world has made
me a changed person.
A changed
person on the evil side.
I am going to tell you how it all began.
My problem began the day my father
brought
home a fourteen-inch
television
set, and a video
disc player that was silver
coloured. I was ten years old, about leaving
primary
school.I was happy,knowing
that we now have a television
in our house,though my father
didn’t allow us watch the television most of
the time.
“go inside and read your
books”he always said.
I once heard kenneth whisper
to kelvin”he would soon leave
for one of his business trip.we shall see if
he will carry the
television with him”
Our father returned from a
business trip only a month ago
and everyone knew he would
soon embark on another business trip.
I wondered when
he would put and end to those
business trips of his
After dad left for his business
trips we were
already used to, the two pieces of
electronics
became Kenneth’s property.
He
was the first child
of the family. He knew how to
operate the TV and
VCD-player so well as though he
worked in the
factory where they were
manufactured.
In no time,
Kenneth and Kelvin who is also
my elder brother, started bringing
home movies which
were mostly Hollywood movies
we commonly
called “American films.”
After dinner every evening, they
would slot the
disc in and we all would sit
down
and watch the
pictures on the screen like faithful believers
listening to the pastor.
Only
Kenneth, Kelvin and
Osarugue, my only elder sister,
sat on the dirty
brown sofas we had then. The rest of us
pinned our soft
buttocks to the hard floor.
……………
But i never knew what was coming my
way.

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MY AUNTY ANNA ROSE PART 1
(18+)
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I am nineteen. And yet to fu-Ck a girl. Yea,
you can begin screaming ‘WTF!’ all you want.
Well, that wouldn’t change a thing. Or would
it? Let’s get back to the real story now again,
shall we? Fine. So…I started seeing porn at
the age of thirteen. I was in High school then
and always asked my friends for their dirty
magazines. I loved women (…and still do of
course. Wonder how I shouldn’t when I ain’t
g@y) and was always attracted to more
matured ones (MILFs mostly). Even though I
craved to fu-Ck one day, I always never had
the courage to approach any girl who was
within my age bracket to ask her out. This
meant I would continue with endless
fantasies (…like Genevieve Nnaji giving me a
boob job. How silly though!), porn and
masturbation. By nineteen, I had developed
what was becoming one of the largest d!cks
for someone my age. My friends had always
talked about how large it was and even never
minded telling their girl friends. I was never
bothered too as I only found it pleasing and
largely a source of man pride. They claimed
the pecker had only gotten that big because I
started fu-Cking girls from a very tender age.
I knew better but I never told them how
wrong they were (they were duns after all).
Whenever we talked about sex, my
experiences with porn always looked to
substitute for me and over time, most of
them began asking me for a couple tips on
how they could please their girls. It was quite
hilarious! (…and you can see why I called
them d*ns. Haha)
The closest I had gotten to having sex was
with a visiting sister to a neighbor. As a
result of my area of training I somehow
became of help to the neighbor in question.
He always gave me little tasks to carry out
on his behalf of which he pays me for. I had
just gotten into my third year in the university
and I had a fair idea of what he always gave
me to do. It was on one of such assignments
that I got to meet Mary (now, not the mother
of that guy who died on the cross. This one
is quite not as innocent). She was far older
than myself. At least she was fifteen or
seventeen years ahead, and married. I had
gone to my neighbor’s place to carry out one
of the usual tasks who leaves me with only
to meet her at home. After introducing
myself, she allowed me in and soon we
became friends and got talking. Our
conversation was so vast that we soon
began talking about the consequences of
having lots of weight as human. It propped
up an argument as to which, men preferred
most. The fat or the slim. I said it was the
later of which she did not totally agree to and
I knew why. She was a bit plump but was
nonetheless married although without kids.
She tried presenting all her argue-facts and in
the attempt asked me if I knew what it was
like having a woman with lots of flesh in bed.
I answered like I had tried both of the two
sides before but that could not convince her.
Subsequently, she raised her flowing skirt
almost entirely up to her waist, revealing her
fleshy thighs. While she did so, she held onto
one of the thighs and asked me if I knew
what that succulent thigh meant to most
men. She tried emphasizing it by grabbing
onto the flesh there and bringing herself
closer to where I sat. All along I was smiling
but not aroused in anyway. And I still assume
she was equally not aroused in any way what
so ever. However, after she got as close as
she could manage, she urged me to feel the
flesh. Her skirt was still held to her hip by
one hand while the other grabbed the
underneath of the thigh in question. We both
were still joking and arguing about it at the
same time. I still had intentions of continuing
with the task for which I visited and all I
planned to do was settle the argument and
return to the work. When she repeated the
request, I laughed and told her she had too
much flesh and how I didn’t fancy it. To this,
she further asked me to feel her thighs and
that I never knew anything about plump
women. I responded by placing a hand on it,
telling her it made no difference on what I
felt and removed my hand. She rejected my
attempt and insisted I would do so again.
She even said I would have to try to grab the
thigh with both hands. I laughed and said it
was not necessary. She made a face and
said she never liked what I was doing. In
response, I succumbed and made to grab her
laps as suggested. However, mistakenly, as I
did so, I unintentionally dipped my right
fingers through the cut of her p@nties
thereby finding her crotch (and how I liked
the miracle!). She was partly damp there
which I felt was from sweat. But equally full
of curly hair. My other hand had held onto
the other side of her laps and was already
making a move to lift the enormous thing.
But with the right one right inside her
p@nties, everything paused. She did not utter
a word and even when I said I was sorry and
tried taking my hand away, she shut up her
thighs and caught my hands in between both
legs. I remained stuck. She pulled me
towards her and that brought my hands
straight to her wet p**sy opening. I only
made little additional effort and two finger
found their way into her yearning p**sy!
Unfortunately for her, we were only about to
get anything going when we suddenly heard a
knock on the door. This was followed by her
sister’s return. We had been alone all along.
My subsequent attempt to get this completed
was completely futile as I was told she left
the next day. Poor Danny! Really poor,
Danny!!
Now I only use that for my fantasies. I
always imagine myself completing the
process. Locating her p**sy with the same
fingers, fingering them and getting to pull off
her p@nties. This would be followed by either
my sU-Cking of her p**sy; which I see as my
most coveted desires; or giving her an
instant fu-Ck. Nonetheless, all this will keep
being fantasies and nothing more. Well, that
was about my closest attempt and as you
can see, if failed woefully. Now can we talk
about more important issues of life? Good.
I am the only son. And in a family of two
issues, it simply means I have just one sister.
Your daft head can’t just be telling you
otherwise! Cannot remember the last time
anyone had a transsexual for a sibling. At
least not in Nigeria. That aside anyway.
So…as I said, the other of my sibling is a girl.
A very pretty girl to say the least.
Unfortunately for everyone, this pretty girl
hardly stays home. She just graduated from
the university and got enlisted with a Runway
outfit (for those of you who have looked up
these last two words endlessly without
having a clue of what it means; simply think
of a super slim girl, on a super slim outfit, cat
walking down a ‘super slim’ alley. That
should do). She has always wanted to be a
model and how I was sure she fits in. She
has a body to die for. As for me, I will be
getting out of school as a fresh graduate by
the end of the current calendar year. I am
studying Physics in school. The same course
dad studied. Well…I am still some way from
being what he has become in this field. In
fact, he is currently a visiting professor at
Nottingham Trent University in the united
Kingdom and has been made a member of
many professional bodies. This was good for
the family but I seriously miss his parenting
although am aint complaining. I had not
chosen the course because of him or his
success like it is the case with most Nigerian
teenagers (Dad sells used bottles, so I wana
be a bottle dealer. Pheew!!). I love physics
and had long developed a big interest in it.
Now I will soon be getting out of school with
a degree in it. And trust me, I have never
sorted. At least not yet.
Now over to Mum. She is just great. I haven’t
said yours aint equally great. But I’m like;
mine is just great!! She is currently the
caretaker dad if you get what mean. She
works with a Finance Solutions company.
Studied Banking in a school in the U.S back
in the days and has maintained almost a
single job line for over two decades now. Her
coming from a wealthy family meant that she
would virtually achieve all she ever aspired
for except for having another male kid. That,
she could not get. Too bad. But I know I do
serve up in the absence of two. Like I said, I
aint asking for the assist of a transsexual
yet. She has been a wonderful mother and
hardly complains about my dad’s reoccurring
absence. Most times, when it appeared like
she was going to feel his absence, she would
look for her female friends to spend time
with. I pitied her at such times. I was not
getting enough p**sy; yea, true. But everyone
knows for sure that the case of someone who
has gotten so used to fu-Cking every day
really looks largely different. Now do not ask
me how I knew they always had it every day
when he was in. Wonder how many times
you would rather have it if you were dad or
mum. Spend the next half-hour finding an
answer.
Mum has a sister. Annarose by name. And
just like yourself, I have spent most part of
my miserable life thinking of what meaning
the name possibly had. yet, just like yourself
too, I haven’t figured out. I have never come
to understand what reasons grandpa and
grandma had for giving her such a name.
Those were meant to be two different name.
Type the names on MS word and you would
know how different. Unfortunately for me,
she still bears the name and she is by far,
my most favourite aunt from both dad and
mum’s sides. She is just sassy! A closest
definition of a bag of fun even though she is
currently in her early thirties. She has never
lost that impertinence we have known her for
and each time she visited, I never got tired of
her. She only just recently got married to
Uncle Dee Dee; another character of a guy
and they stay in Abuja. This has meant that I
only get to meet her fewer times a year.
However, Dee Dee currently completed a
business trip to France which meant
Annarose came close to suffering mum’s
kinda predicament. What gladdened my heart
though, was that, she made up her mind to
stay with us until her husband made it back.
Each time I remember this, I get so electrified!
It is a pity I have been telling you this story
without saying what day it is. Well, I am
kinda sorry about that. Today is a Monday
here. Do not know what date it is as you read
this story but, just try to think today is a
Monday. And yea, I also have not said who I
am. Well, I said a little about myself back
there but, let me kinda say more. I am Daniel
by name. I don’t think my surname is that
important. I don’t think. So I am Daniel. You
should call me Danny though. Just a way of
being benevolent and saving you the trauma
of stressfully calling out the real thing
continuously. Guess you usually end up very
aggravated whenever you opt for the later.
(Smiles). Well, I have just made up so feel
better. That said. So…I am an undergraduate
of Physics from the University of Nigeria. I
am Ibo although my mum is an Efik. I am tall.
Just a little shy of six feet. Handsome. Good-
looking. Although I don’t know how these
two are different. Rather athletic. Cannot
remember the last time I jogged around my
dad’s parking lot though, so I assume the
fitness is more like hereditary than developed.
I am light skinned but not fully fair. So kinda
in a fix on that one. I don’t have a girl. Now,
don’t ask me why. Just flow with the story.
After all, that is why you are reading it. You
can make the first move, if you are a girl
though. That aside. Thank you. I assume that
says it all for me. Or, am I forgetting
something? Oh! Okay, Just remembered; my
favourite colour is torques blue. How absurd
anyway. But that’s that. I also prefer girls
that are older than myself. Most especially
when they are in their late twenties or thirties.
Well, if you just stopped loving me because
of this last one, you can move one. Have
never complained about being disliked. No
hard feelings.


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