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©️Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde
“She was a VAMPIRE and a CARRIER. As a vampire, She was s-----g my life out of me. She was a horse who wanted me to ride on her every time, Her strength was something else.
Her name was Laraba. She was just 16 years old like me. She was one of the five girls Jemima had brought to her house and we had crazy Sex together. I noticed out of them all, she was the most intense…and her eyeballs shone, it was so inviting , Full of lust.
After my first encounter with her at Jemima’s house, she traced me to my father’s church and joined the Ushering department. The first day I saw her at our church , I instantly peed in my pants for two reasons…First, I was afraid maybe she was pregnant and had come to report me to my parents, secondly I peed out of erotic excitement…
She came in as a good girl and found her way into my mother’s heart.
In a very short time, she had started living with us, as her Mum was a widow with 6 kids. She was very hardworking and reserved, she was a girl of few words and this made my mother love her the more. She hardly spoke to me as well, but she had a kind of string on her that pulled me to her everyday…
My mum poured so much love into Laraba , she felt she could help her become a better Christian, but…
This gave her unlimited access to me, We literally had sex everyday, at different corners of the house, but the odd thing was she never let me release my sperm into her, it was always pouring on the floor or on the bedsheet, which she would quickly clean to hide our evil works….
She was sapping me dry. I ate like a lion, because I had little or no strength in me, but the Irony was I couldn’t stop….
I said earlier that she was a CARRIER….A carrier of what?, Not the usual sexually transmitted disease you might be thinking about….Instead she was carrying an entity or a personality I later found out was called “SEXRUSH”.
My first girlfriend, Jemima did not have SEXRUSH in her, that was why I was satisfied with her alone, but Laraba had it in her….
Who or what was the SEXRUSH VIRUS?, because unfortunately for me Laraba transfered the SEXRUSH VIRUS into me…
My sexual intercourse with Laraba made me a sex dog, I lapped for Sex per second…I couldn’t go a day without sex, My body was always in an overdrive like someone who was high on drugs if I had not slept with a lady…. My body was always vibrating…
What made it worse was the fact that it wasn’t with Laraba alone.
I could do it with Anyone….and I mean anyone, Pepper Seller, Students like me, maids, teenagers in the church, as long as you also enjoyed having fun, my body was available….. I deflowered a lot of children and teenagers around me, which at some point I was not happy with it, but I couldn’t help myself… SEXRUSH was my controller…and the enjoyment I was getting from it was second to none…
I became a Sex carnivore and I knew it wasn’t right but I couldn’t stop
Officially By Age 17, Sex had become my food….
To be continued
DEEP THOTS NOVELS
Inspired by the LIVING WORD
Written by Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde
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go.on0August 8, 2019 at 4:43 pm #1333485
©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde
I was a tap that never got dry, “ALWAYS RUNNING” was the name girls gave me in the university. I left Laraba at home in the north with my parents when I gained admission, but the seed she had planted in me was there…. At the university, I had my freedom…
Girls were literally begging me to have sex with them. It seem for every girl I made out with, she would tell 10 other ladies like her about me… Another nickname I was given was “ SECOND TOUCH”…Girls were never satisfied after my first Sex with them, they were always asking for a second touch…
My time in the University was like heaven on earth for me… I never lacked anything, it got to a point that girls were paying me to sleep with them. I drove girls nuts.. Thanks to SEXRUSH in me, SEXRUSH made me appealing to all the girls and I was even told by girls that when they were around me, they were always instantly wet even without me touching them… That was how powerful and influencing SEXRUSH was…
I didn’t have a girlfriend, because I didn’t need one…but I had my eyes on one girl, her name was Favour.
We were in the same department, she was the only girl who didn’t care who I was…She was one of those Prim and proper girls. For the first two years, we spent in the university, She never said Hi to me and neither did I, because of my sex popularity, girls were the ones who said Hi, to me. Anytime I moved close to where she was, she would instantly move away…
It was when we were in our 300 level, I decided to swallow my pride to speak to her….As she saw me approaching, she took to her heels, but this time around I was not planning on letting her go easily.. I ran after her and held her by the wrist. She gave me the most wicked stare ever seen and she removed her hand from mine like my hands were burning her…
“ Hey, what’s up, why have you been proving hard to get for the past three years? I know when a girl likes me”.. I said with my seductive voice and gave her my iconic raising of my eyebrows and curved lips… Girls usually fell when I did that, but instead Favour looked me straight in the eye and said…
“ I don’t like garbage , it stinks… if only your eyes could be opened to see how much of it you carry around, you will run away from yourself, just like I do” Favour walked away from me closing her nose like I was indeed smelling….
That was the only and last time we ever spoke during our university days, but her words never left me… It was always haunting me. Was I really Smelling?…
I continued my sexual escapades daily like there was no tomorrow, Quite Surprisingly and thankfully then, No girl ever got pregnant for me…so I was safe….
I graduated with a Second class Upper. Like I stated initially, I was very brilliant.
I was posted to Ondo state for my National Youth Service ( A year Compulsory yet volunteer program of all university graduates to serve their nation: it was compulsory in the sense that, if you wanted to get into public office in the future, you would be asked to tender your Certificate of participation, but it was also voluntary in the sense that you could choose to do it or not).
After the Orientation program, I was posted to a female secondary school as the Fine Art teacher for a year.
That was another land of devouring young girls. I became a full bloom pedophile. My best spot was under a banana tree that was close to the fence of the school which was far away from the school buildings….As the FINE ART teacher, I would tell other teachers I was taking them to the bush where they could get inspiration from nature….and since they were in groups of fives and six, no one suspected any foul play..
I had a particular group of 6 girls between the ages of 14-15 who were sexually active, they would all take turns with me under the Banana tree…little did I know these girls were part of a squad I later found out were called THE RAIDERS….
I was popularly called “ Teacher Chuk Chuk” a slang which meant I loved to penetrate into girls, but the teachers didn’t read much meaning to it as my name was Chuks. They thought the students were calling me “Teacher Chuks Chuks”.
However, the same school was were Favour, the Prim and Proper girl had been posted, we never spoke on personal basis except official matters.
On the last day of our National Youth service program, as she walked past me, Favour turned back and threw another bombshell at me…
To be continued0August 8, 2019 at 4:47 pm #1333488
©Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde
On the last day of our National Youth service, as Favour walked past me, she turned back and threw another bombshell at me…
“ Before, they were just about 100, but you have recently added 50 to them, I hope by the time they get to 1000 and you are finished, you will realize how much you have weighed yourself down, I would have loved to say “Bye ,see you at the top” because of the potential you carry, but I am afraid, there is no top for you talk less of seeing you at the top…, Have a regretful and empty life ahead”
Favour said as she walked away, I didn’t understand a bit of what she had said… Who are the 100? Who are the 50?. I shook my head and concluded Favour was probably a sadist and a Man hater but she was right about something. What?
I never saw the top for complete 5 years after my Youth Service, I couldn’t secure any job for a long time.
It was always one issue or the other.. I had the looks, swag and sexual appeal to please any panel or employee, but the best time I spent on a job was two months…. My employees usually got tired of me. It felt like I had a stench around me. When my employees sighted me, they got agitated. Also at this point, it felt like I was losing my sexual appeal on women my age. Only older women, married, divorced, separated women were the ones always on the look out for me…
When I noticed this, I decided to stop working and I started living on women…I did this for about 2 years before one of the married women got pregnant for me..I was not in need of a child, she settled me big time and I thought I was settled for life…By this time I was just 25. She gave me a lot of cash but till date I can’t explain how I lost all that money..
I spent another 3 years sexing anything I came across, until the beginning of the 5th year at the age of 28, when I took stock of my life and realized I had nothing….
I became a fine boy poor guy, I looked fly on the outside but nothing in my pockets. At this point, my sexual appeal to ladies was probably on a 0%. My clothes started fading out, even though I tried ironing them… I couldn’t use my strong colognes again, I started using cheaply made body sprays, I couldn’t afford toothpaste, I started using chewing stick… I drank cassava grits( popularly called Garri) two times in a day… I was living in a room apartment that had little or nothing in it…
I was down to nothing!…. I decided to help myself as shame wouldn’t let me call my parents for help. At this point, they had come to know my true colors and they were not proud to associate with me…Although I wished they had forgiven me and drew me closer, maybe things won’t have gone this worse.
With no one to help and since Sex wasn’t working any more to put food on my table , I decided to go diabolical and just like you know the norm, I was told to bring something from a girl’s body after copulating with her.
I was told it could be the hair from her private part or from her armpit or from her head or better still any of her underwears.
This was after the Herbalist told me there was nothing in my body that could be used. He said my manhood could not be used either, I didn’t understand what he meant by that Until I met Her. Her name was Chinaza…
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