With my hands slowly moving beneath the blanket, I felt my naked skin. I was laid on a soft bed covered in white spreads. I looked towards the floor seeing my black bra lying like a piece of dirty rag on the white colored marbles.
I caught sight of my red gown, hung on the edges of the wardrobe like a beaten snake. Beside the bed lamp, was my brown human hair, hung roughly on a wooden sculpture.
I pulled off the blanket to find my body wet. I was stained with body fluids, and left uncleaned like a prostitute. I was devoured like a piece of bush meat, and covered in my own mess. I was covered like a used body. Just like a smelling piece of garbage. I felt like one being wrapped in leather to shield the flies from perching.
The wickedness of a man has no limits. The foolishness of my own doings couldn't be discerned too.
"Fool. Big fool." I screamed in anger and landed incessant punches to the bed.
"Fool!!!" I thundered loudly.
I stood up and flung the blanket on the floor.
Without washing myself, I stormed out of the bedroom with all the anger in the world. I was like a mad woman heading to retrieve her own sanity back.
I was like an ex virgin, walking up to a band of rapist to regain her pride. I couldn't believe this was happening to me again. Why can't men keep their dick in their trousers? why could women like me not resist the sweet tongues of men. I couldn't believe that yet again, another man had found his way through my legs.
First it was Dayo, and now Alex.
It's been just two years since Dayo and I broke up. My relationship with Dayo was very promising. It was going quite well until the first round of sex.
Dayo and I had several conversations about how our first sex was going to be. We spoke sweetly about it. Our imaginations were wild and deep. He was such an adventurous man. I personally looked forward to such a day when we both will bring our wild adventurous imaginations to play.
I still remembered how I hugged my pillow several nights, wishing it was Dayo who held me. Despite my crave for him, I didn't want to act desperate. I controlled myself and was careful not to show any sexual emotions towards him.
But then it happened. It happened on a cold Monday evening. Dayo and I had gone out for a friend's wedding reception together. Hence it was going to be an all night after party, we were lodged in a hotel to spend the night.
That was where everything occurred. That was where I saw the wild beast in Dayo. He had drank like a camel and was now drunk from liquor.
When he started touching me, I tried to push him off. But Dayo was like a professional who, had practiced the art of unlocking a woman's bra and and bringing down a woman's panties in seconds.
Dayo's first sex to me was more like a rape. When I tried to resist him, he pushed me to the bed and glued my hands together. He found his way through me in swift seconds. I felt his huge muscular penis slide into me perfectly. It felt like I was designed specially for him.
Dayo rode me like a wild horse. I was helpless. I could not scream. I loved him so much. He was my first love. He was the very first man I ever cared about.
Dayo was that man who made my nights with his warm care and attention. And at mornings, he showered me with sweet words to start my day.
Truth be told, I had known this day was definitely going to come. Especially when Dayo started going crazy over my sudden increase in hips and butts. He had become too touchy whenever I was around him.