As a result of my father's departure, I worked extremely hard to complete my education and graduate with honors. Finding work was difficult at first, but I eventually found one. When I turned 20, a guy who had been observing my behavior approached and asked me to be his girlfriend. I refused, saying that I didn't want anything to do with men.
When I want to get away with a sexual notion, all I have to do is start touching my genitals.
Soon after, he began to bother me, and I agreed. My mother had always said she didn't like those types of men, but I reasoned that it was because he lacked financial resources. It was nighttime, and I went with my home friends for rehashing but I told them to go in and I would join them soon; instead, I stayed with the guy in a keke and started talking to him about my feelings and what I wanted more of.
Allow me to introduce you to him. His name is John, and he has a charming smile, as well as a dark and handsome complexion.
We continued to converse, and he expressed his desire for his girlfriend's boobs, which happened to be me, to be large. I informed him that I had large boobs, but he did not believe me. As previously stated, it was nighttime, so you couldn't see anything.
I lift my shirt up and my boobs come out, he touches them and tells me they are very large, he asks me to kiss him but I refuse at first, but after he say I love you this and that I did it, he kisses me and tells me it was very large.
He inquired as to whether I had ever sucked a man dick before, to which I replied that I had not and that I was still a virgin.
It was funny to hear him laugh, and I rested my head on his shoulder, but he kept his hand on my boobs and was touching it, soon after he took my hand inside his pants and out my hand inside his pants he told me to feel his dick and touch it, and out my hand inside his trousers he told me he was going to try and use it in me, I didn't say anything and just kept touching it.
What did it matter that I forgot I had rehashing to do? He told me to strike it hard, which I did, and later that same white stuff came out of his dick again. I inquired as to his well-being, and he responded affirmatively. He then proceeded to say, "I lovee you, I love you."
His eyes met mine as he inquired about my feelings for him; I replied affirmatively, and with a smile, he said he would spoil me and make sure I enjoyed myself; he stated that he wanted to taste me and see the connection between us; I agreed, and he drove me to a nearby bush where no one else was present; there, he stated that he would demonstrate his feelings for me.
It was like it should never end, he kept moving deep in me and everytime I said I love you, I was just doing nothing but leaving him after we were done, I saw one of my friends cut us and told my motherr.
I had been kicked out of the house with tears streaming down my face.
Upon waking up, I wondered what kind of dream it was and why I would lose my vigilance to someone like that. I don't know who the man is, but I do know that one thing about him I need to be cautious of. I got up and prayed, asking God to forgive me of all of my sins and not to allow me to be a part of that dream.
I did everything I could because my mother is still grieving over my father's death. I assured her that everything would be fine and that we would not be forced to give up. I gave all of the money that came into my possession to my mother; my brothers are completely uninterested in anything.
I was earning oaud every month of 25,000, which was difficult, but I had to do it.
We only eat once a day at times, but what can we do? I pray every day for God to remove the spirit that is bringing on these feelings of sex. I want to do things that will make my mother proud, not the other way around.
I am not like any other girls out there; I understand that I must fight for my family if no one else is willing to do so; even if I am not particularly talented in anything, I still have my surroundings and that is my pride.
I work hard and give all of my money to my mother, knowing that she will always look out for me and compliment me.
I get scared when I hear about women being murdered on social media; however, I have always said to myself that I will not die for the sake of money. If this life does not want to change me, then I will change it myself.
It is not by chance that I was given the name Adama; the world does not care whether you cry or laugh, but it does care whether you fight for your life. I told God that he should keep my vicinity close to me until I get married, because I would never give it up to an unknown and I would never join those who weep if I did.
Although the world will never make it right in my eyes, I would like you to continue reading to find out more.
Soon after, I was instructed to proceed by food item, and as I was walking without looking where I was going, I was struck by someone. When I looked up, it was the man from my dream, and the only words he said were HI HOW ARE YOU.
I didn't know what to say; should I stay away from him or should I say hello back? He appeared to be poor at the time, but he now appears to be a wealthy young man who has come from a wealthy family, and I didn't know what to say. I apologize and tell him I'm sorry for hitting him without looking where he was going. He extends his hand to shake mine and tells me his name is John, which is the same name as in my dream. I don't want to be rude, so I shake his hands and tell him my name is Adama.