This is my story.
I am not looking for you to criticise me.
No.
I don't need your criticisms.
My story is still ongoing
because I am still living.
So don't be in a hurry to rush me...
Enjoy....

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I have always been the quiet type.

The type who talked less and observed more. I was always being bullied at a point in junior secondary school because of my calmness.

I used to be a happy child before life hit me. At a point in my life I begged for death.

As a child I was plain stupid to have begged for it.

I remember when I was little, my mum would tell me "Eriel don't sit on any man's lap. All men are the same"

As a child I was naive. Little did I know what she meant.

As I grew older it came to my realisation that my mother had been using herself for example.

All men are the same and no matter how good they were , they would still look out.

She had been talking about my father.

He had been a good man, but that hadn't stopped him from looking outside or even making advances on the maids.

My mother loved him still even with everything he did.

Even after he had passed away.

Well this is not her story, so I wouldn't go into details.

My name is Eriel and this is the story of how I became a woman.

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I remember the first sex education I had.

It was scary. My mum shakened up my bones in just one sentence.

"If you get pregnant, you would go and live with father's family"

I sure as heck wasn't planning to. So I nodded frantically and swore that I was never going to have sex.

Never.

Until marriage though.

I remember the first time I saw my period and I got all manner of lectures.

"If a man touches you, Pam! You would get pregnant" a cousin told me.

"When a man stops you, don't wait to listen to what he has to say, run!!" Another told me.

I was really scared. And I made sure to abide by this rules.

When I got to jss2 I read my first novel. It was a thriller, mixed with a little bit of romance.

I still remember the title.

"When darkness comes" although I have forgotten the writer's name.

I loved the story, especially the romance part. I learnt things that I had no knowledge of.

My second novel was an harlequin novel, given to me by mum's friend when I was in Jsss2 (my mum had no idea what the content held, because if she had, she wouldn't have let me read it).

The novel was titled "society bride" and it was even more explicit than the first novel. I discovered that when I read some scenes I had butterflies in my stomach and I felt a little funny down there.

I got addicted to this novels as I grew older. Since I couldn't have sex. I read alot.

I remember reading the three parts of fifty shades of grey even long before the movie came out.

That was my first Bdsm story. And as much as I loved it and it got me all wet, I still couldn't imagine being Anastasia. I guess Bdsm wasn't my thing after all.

I remember being addicted to "Kanye interrupted me" stories on wattpad. He wrote so beautifully.
His writing was explicit.
It was magical.

I kept on reading books since I was not allowed to have sex.

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I remember my first real experience with the opposite sex.

It was with my mum's friend nephew who always came to visit.

I was about twelve years old at that time and I barely had any breast.

God knows I still wonder what he saw in me.

Uncle Seun was really nice to me.

He was always nice to me.

He was extremely nice to me.

And little did I know why. Well, I later got to realise why.

It was a sunny afternoon (I can't remember the day) I was washing the dishes and that was when he came unto me. Using his body to press me to the sink and grabbing my barely grown breast.

It was painful. I think the ladies in the house would understand what I mean.

I used all the little strength in me to push him away. I threatened to report to my mum and he started pleading.

Telling me that he didn't know what got into him.

I didn't report to my mum but my hate for him grew every day .

I began to wonder why the feeling I got wasn't the same feelings I get when reading my stories.

I also remember my second experience. Well, I wouldn't call it an experience because we weren't physical.

I had just turned sixteen and I went out with my cousin in festac. We went to her kotonu boyfriend's house. I can't really remember what business he was into but he was making it big time.

So we went to her boyfriend's house and we were about leaving when her boyfriend's boss drove in.

This man was fine with curly hair and all.

I swear fine was even an understatement. He was Lebanese I think.

Immediately he drove in, our eyes met and in my mind, it was teenage love. Lol. How foolish and naive I was!

He told us he wanted to take us out, and my cousin agreed, inviting two of my other cousins to tag along.

So we went out and the Lebanese guy had eyes only for one girl.

Me.

I wondered what he saw when he looked at me.

If it was my flat round standing breasts or my barely there bum bum. Lol.

I was dressed like one who was going to church and my cousins were dressed way hotter.

I still can't phantom why he picked me.

His gaze never left my face. And even if I was a bit naive I knew what the look on his face was but I pushed it to the back of my mind.

Well, he finally told me to come closer and he asked how old I was.

I told him the truth, that I had just turned sixteen.

He stared at me in open mouthed shock before crashing my teenage fantasy with his nasty words.

"So that means no man has ever fvcked you before"

After he said this words, I hated him. I didn't care about how fine he was or how much he was worth.

My dislike for him grew immediately. No one had ever spoken so rudely and vulgar to me before.

I didn't answer him. I just threw my face away .

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I remember when I got admission into the university and I made a vow never to date any guy in school.

I had just been sixteen at that time.

I hated the course I was studying because that wasn't what I wanted.

I hated the school I was in because I had so many monitoring spirits watching me (reason why my mum had made me go there. Her cousin worked there too)

Well asides from that, in my 100lvl my cousins wanted to open me to the world.

I remember one of them telling me this,

"Na me go find person wey go disvirgin her"

And in my head I was like. See you. You don't even know.

I had my own plans. I wasn't ready to be disvirgined. It frightened me to the bones.

My first night out was with them. I remember wearing a very short leather hugging dress that was barely covering my bum to the club.

It was my first time to drink and I failed drastically at it.

I couldn't remember a thing that happened that night.

The next morning I was told about how I couldn't walk on a straight line and how I spoke until the next morning.

I knew my limit that day and I made sure never to exceed that limit.

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In my 200lvl I moved into the hostel because of a rape incident that happened in my cousins house in 100lvl.

I felt I was safe already. Well, I was.

I made the most amazing friends while on campus.

They were smart and fun to be with. Unlike the friends I made in my first year.

It was in my 200lvl that I finally broke my promise not to date any tom dick or harry from my school.

Well, I was tired of being insulted by my department boys.

Because I wasn't dating any of them made me a lesbian(so they said). *rolls eyes*

My love for abs and pacs is legendary, so why would I want to go for anything less?

Well I finally started seeing a guy in my school. I told him that there would be no sex in the relationship. Lol.

I guess that was what scared him away.

We lasted for just one month before he came with the excuse of emotional trauma.

Trauma ni, trauma kor.

He had seen mumu. I knew why he came up with the excuse. He wasn't getting sh!t from me.

Too bad that at a point, I thought I had liked him.

Beautiful story; great technique. I love it.

RaggedyAnn:
Beautiful story; great technique. I love it.

Thank you
I am glad you are loving it.

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After we broke up, I dedicated all my time in church.

I became a worker in church and then afterwards the sister's coordinator.

I had a triangle lifestyle at that point in my life. From hostel to church and then to class.

I was single for a long while though.

I remember having a massive crush on this guy called Israel. We were friends but we couldn't date because he was a leader.

I remember going to his house once and we kissed. Lol

It was my first real kiss and I had thought that it was divine. So basically, I had my first kiss when I was ninteen.

Well I actually thought I was going to be single forever.

I remember a girl telling me that she had a dream about me on how I got married to an old man.

For a moment I got scared. Most men who came unto me were older men.

I remember a man following me home, wanting me to enter his car so we could talk. I ran home that day. You won't blame me. I had just been sixteen.

Or Ali the Lebanese guy with the perverted tongue.

Or the married man (who was hiding that he was) who always drove down to my school to see me, begging me to come to his place.

Or the lecturers who wanted me to be their special friend.

Or my mum's friend, uncle Phil who tried kissing me.

Or the Matured Engineer who came to Bayelsa for a contract, begging me to spend a weekend with him, promising to give me heaven and earth.

The list went on and on. And for a moment I got scared that it was going to come to pass.

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At age 21 I was still a virgin and my love for sex stories grew stronger.

The harlequin novels I started with was no longer enough for me.

I needed something stronger and more detailed. And that was when I discovered Marian Tee.

Her books were mainly about virgins and they were hot hot hot.

I couldn't get enough of them. I downloaded all her ebooks and read them all.

One would think that at the age of 21 I would have been thinking of getting disvirgined. But no, I wasn't ready for that yet.

Dope

#qwan-tea-new!! nice story....*following

Donvalentino:
Dope

Thank you

sirblero:
#qwan-tea-new!!
nice story....*following

Thanks

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I remember when I saw my call up letter. I was so angry because it hadn't been the state I wanted.

But I was going to camp with one aim, to mix up.

And I did.

I met so many people, spoke with a lot of guys but I was never out late at mami market after parade.

I remember seeing all kinds of funny and weird people. Lol.

I remember seeing a guy that I crushed on from afar. Trust me when I say it was really bad considering the fact I never spoke to him. Lol.

I remember meeting my ex boyfriend who had the emotional trauma. Come to think that he was all over me in camp and I wasn't even giving him the time of the day.

I remember meeting my recent ex boyfriend in camp.
Believe me when I say I hadn't planned to date him.

He had a leg issue and he was being punished by a soldier.
I felt sorry for him because I could see the pain written all over his face. I tried to reach out to him after parade but I stopped.

I remember going to the hall to take my alawee when I saw him again.

This time I asked him about his leg and he said he was better.

The next day he came to talk to me but I was friendly and distant.

I remember him being on my case and me not paying so much attention.

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I really can't remember how we started dating but it just happened.

I loved him at a point reason why I was blinded by so many things.

No denial. He was a great guy but that wasn't enough to keep the relationship.

He was always thinking of his self first not caring what I thought.

I felt he wanted so much more than he was getting from me.

Ghostwriter27:
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I remember being addicted to "Kanye interrupted me" stories on wattpad. He wrote so beautifully.
His writing was explicit.
It was magical.

I kept on reading books since I was not allowed to have sex.

I know that guy. Kanye interrupted me. I follow him on wattpad

Really nice story. And not much grammatical errors. Definitely following.

LitQueen:

I know that guy. Kanye interrupted me. I follow him on wattpad

His books are hawt

LitQueen:
Really nice story. And not much grammatical errors. Definitely following.

Thank you

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I remember going out with my ex and him paying all his attention to another girl.

It was really bad because I had no one to talk to. I really hadn't cared if he spoke to other girls. I hardly ever got jealous.

The only problem was that I was being left out.

I was dead bored and I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.

I had never felt so stupid.

I guess one of the reasons that I loved being single was because It was less stress.

After the outing he acted like nothing happened and I acted the same.

There were other times he did stuffs that got me angry but I always kept my cool, choosing not to make a big deal out of anything.

But he always had one thing and the other to complain about until we broke up.

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At the age of twenty two I was still a virgin and I told my self, "Eriel it's time you go on a self discovery, I was going to loose it"

Gone were the days were I had to think about what people would say.

I think I had even stopped thinking about that sh!t since. I decided to keep myself up until this time, not because of anyone but because I wanted to.

It was time for me to live a life for me.

following...
nice story...

Ghostwriter27:


His books are hawt

Yes they are

I looked up Marian Tee, and I started reading the art of catching a Greek billonaire yesterday.

LitQueen:
I looked up Marian Tee, and I started reading the art of catching a Greek billonaire yesterday.

I am guessing you loved it right?
You should check out her other books.

sirblero:
following...

nice story...

I am glad you liked it.

Ghostwriter27:


I am guessing you loved it right?
You should check out her other books.

Yes I loved it, I'm reading the art of loving a Greek billonaire now. I'll check out her other books.

So I have been away for a while now. And like I said before, I am still living my life.
So many things has happened in the past few weeks and I can't wait to share.
You might not like somethings that I have done , but the deed is done already .

Ghostwriter27:
So I have been away for a while now. And like I said before, I am still living my life.
So many things has happened in the past few weeks and I can't wait to share.
You might not like somethings that I have done , but the deed is done already .

Pls share it.... I tink m crushing on u!

MhizDherbee:
Pls share it.... I tink m crushing on u!

Lol. Seriously?
Sharing right away

Wow. Share there. Solidly behind you