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NwaAmaikpe:





I had a huge crush for my pastor's wife.
She was pretty, slender and caramel; just the way I like them. Her manicure was always on point and she could never be caught unfresh.
I admired her gait, loved the way she talked and when she led praises in church, it sent shivers down my spine and erected my cord.

I didn't miss church services because of her and I always sat on the first row because she had this special way of flapping her legs and exposing her panties.

I just longed for her.
Getting her was the salvation I needed.
I went to bed every night wishing and praying for the day I would be the cause of her moans.

Long story short.

I eventually got to make her moan but everything about it was a write-off.
From the second I inserted my harddisc into her P-drive to the moment I ejaculated my infatuations, the only emotion I felt for her was disgust.
Just like Tamar and Ammon; I hated her very existence and couldn't stand to look at her face.

Till today, each time I see her face on banners, I wonder what was it about her that drove me crazy.
But I've come to know that that's how life is designed to be.

We appreciate what we think we can NEVER have and detest it once we've gotten it.

I guess that's the same reason girls have more heartbreaks than men.
They fall so hard for the filmtricks.
...because the same man that checks up on you every other minute before he has laid you will be the one too busy to pick your call after her has laid you.

Like seriously ����
What's the color of your madness??