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"I'll give you time to think about it," she said and turned to go again.

"How old are you?" I suddenly asked.

"Twenty four."

"And I'm sixteen."

Eight years! There was eight years gap between us!

She nodded. "I know."

"You don't mind that I'm so young?"

She shook her head. "Age is nothing but number. As far as I'm concerned, you are old enough to have a girlfriend."

"But mummy must not know," I chipped in.

"She won't know. No one will know."

I sighed again. "Can I ...can I touch your breasts?"

It sounded like a child asking for candies. Aishat smiled and moved to me.

"Why not? Sure."

She removed the t-shirt she was wearing. I could see it was a tight fitting black bra that covered her boobs. Gingerly, her hands went to her back to unclasp the bra.

Her jaunty breasts came to my sight. At that moment, I lost any sense of restraint.



That was how the secret sexual relationship between me and her started. I lost my innocence and virginity (if you could call it that) to Aishat. In school, I told Alex about it and he encouraged me to make the best of it.

Our secret affair was on for about three months, when mummy caught us in the act. We were doing it in my room and were so carried away that we didn't know when she entered the room.

"What?" She had exclaimed in astonishment. "What the hell is this."

She smiled and continued to stare at me.

"You don't have to do what you did in the bathroom."

I became unsettled. "What did I do in the bathroom?"

She smiled mischievously. "You went in there to masturbate."

My face clouded. How had she got that right?

"Look, Richard, I'm not here to antagonize you. I'm here to be your friend."

I relaxed a bit.

"I can make your fantasies come through," she went on. "You are a young guy and I know you have a lot of fantasies - sexual ones."

I sighed and looked away. She sighed too. "Oh, well, maybe I'm bothering you. Sorry, let me take my leave."

She turned to go.

"Auntie, wait." I had always called her auntie. She must be bold to come to a boy like me and be saying all these.

"Are you serious about all you've said?" I asked.

She smiled and nodded. "Of course, I'm serious. Why would I say things like that?"

My mind was in a frenzy. "You said you can make me realise my fantasies. How exactly do you want to do that?"

She eyed my crotch. "I can make you cum for example."

I could hardly believe my ears. This encounter was beginning to look like a movie. Was I hearing Aishat - Auntie Aishat right?

'Everything will be between us. I will treat you right and you will treat me right."

My heart was thumping. I had never looked or viewed her in a sexual way, until now. Come to think of it, apart from the years between us, she was not bad looking. Though a bit plump, her face was pretty and she had a good shape.

"I'll give you time to think about it," she said and turned to go again.

"How old are you?" I suddenly asked.

I was particularly attracted to a black girl that could not be more than 22. She looked like an African American. She was busty and pretty - my kind of girl. I stared at her nipples and my hard-on got hard. I dropped the magazine on the bed and went to the attached bathroom. I could not resist the overwhelming urge of relieving myself through masturbation. At sixteen, I had not had sex with any girl, though I had a girlfriend in my school. Swanking was my resort and I so much liked it.

I flushed the toilet, cleaned myself up and returned to my bedroom. I was shocked to find Aishat, the house maid inside, flipping through the magazine I had left on the bed.

"What ... what are you doing?" I stammered. I was astonished to say the least.

She quickly straightened up. "Sorry, I came to tell you that food is ready. It's on the dining table."

She grinned, eyed me somehow and left the room.

Aishat was our housemaid in the last few months. She was hardworking and had always impressed mummy. She should be in her mid twenties. Why was she going through the magazine I had left on the bed? How long had she come in? Did she know or suspect what I had done in the bedroom?

I shrugged it off. It was not her business to stay in my room for long. It was also certainly not her business what I had done with myself.

I went to the dining table to have my food. That was the third meal I would be taking that day, but I would still have dinner later.

Mummy was on afternoon shift. That meant she would not be around until much later in the evening. Aishat was not where in sight. She must be in the kitchen. After my meal, I went back to my bedroom. I had some assignment to do, but I had to go through the magazine again. I stared at the lovely bodies of the girl. There was a knock on my door. Whether it mattered or not, I quickly hid the magazine under my pillow. The door wasn't looked, so Aishat slightly opened it.

"Can I come in?" She said.

"Yes. Hope no problem?"

She slowly came inside and shook her head. She then stared at me.

"I can be of help, if you don't mind," she stated.

I was puzzled. "Help me? How?"

She smiled and continued to stare at me.

Maid With Desires



Richard is exposed to sexuality at early teen. He continues with his indulgence till full adulthood. He believes he's greatly enjoying himself until he realises that there's a big problem.



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My problem of sexual addiction started when I was sixteen. I was in Senior Secondary 2 class then. My parents were quite well to do, so I got good things that I desired from them. We lived in Magodo estate, while I attended school within the estate.

Despite the proximity of the school to the house, I went to school by the school bus. By four thirty p.m., I would be back to the house. Mum was a nurse in big private hospital while dad was a business man and a politician.

Dad was hardly around as he was always junketing from one city to another. Mum being around in the afternoon depended on the shift she was in her place of work.

This very afternoon, only the house maid was around. She left me into the big duplex house with her usual smile.

I went to my room upstairs, dropped my school bag and removed my uniform. I changed into jeans and t-shirt. In school, my friend, Alex, had given me a magazine that contained pretty nude girls. I sat down on the edge of the bed and opened it. The glossy magazine contained different girls and young ladies in different stages of nudes.

Most of them were white, but some were black. Some were also Caucasian while some were Asians. Alex was always having stuffs like this, in addition to loads of downloads he had on his phone, which he regularly shared with me). I stared at the fascinating girls and could not help the hard on that came.

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