I nodded again. "That's really cool."

I kept staring at her. "I wonder how beautiful you will be without those clothes on."

She laughed. "Funny, but I was thinking the same way. I wonder whether you will still be a handsome dude without the clothes."

"Oh come on. I'll always be handsome with or without clothes."

"Hmn... We'll see."

"Do you know my desire right now?" I asked.

"What's that?"

I smiled genially. "I wish to plant kisses on those your lovely lips."

"What a wish!"

"Meaning?"

She looked daring. "Is that all you wished?"

"Let's just say that's the beginning of many other things that will come. Do you have any wish?"

There was a meaningful silence.

"I wish you will stop talking and swing into action."

Well, was it not my lucky day? I had got the go-ahead that I wanted. I drew Temi to myself and kissed her.

That was how we went on and on until we got to sex.


“Richard, that was fantastic. You’re a great pussy licker. Now I want my loverboy to play me with my p**sy,” she said as we relaxed afterwards.

She ran her fingers along my silky sides and said, “Richard, that was fantastic. I’m really glad I walked in on you today. It’s nice to be bleeped by my new found lover."

"The feeling is mutual, Temi darling."

Just then, her phone. She picked it up quickly.

"Goodness, it's my mum. Hello, mummy."

She listened for a while. "Don't worry mummy. I've not gone far. I'm on way home now."

She cut the line and got up from the bed. "Sorry, lover boy, I didn't tell you that my mum and I will be attending a ceremony at Shagamu later today. We'll be back tomorrow. I will have to dash home now."

She went to the toilet to freshen up. Then she quickly dressed up. I was a bit disappointment, but she had proved to be good.

"It's okay, Temi."

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning of the great things to come," she said.

She kissed me goodbye and left. I freshened up too and left the guestroom. It was just few minutes to three p.m. I decided to watch soccer at the bar before heading home.

I drove home in a light spirit. I kept thinking about the lady who called herself Temi. But somehow her faced looked familiar but I couldn't pinpoint where I had seen her before. Maybe it was in the estate since she lived there too.

I still lived with my parents, and idea I no longer fancied. I could have got a two bedroom apartment for myself, but I tarried since all I had on my mind was to 'japa' abroad.

On entering the house, I went straight to my room upstairs. I sat on the bed and thought of Temi again. I could not resist putting a call to her.

"Hello, Temi. This is the guy you met in the supper market."

"Hello, Richard. Yes, I've been expecting your call."

I chucked over the line. So, she was expecting me to call. "Once again, thanks for the other time."

"Don't mention. It's a pleasure."

"I wish to know you better, you know."

"The feeling is mutual, Richard."

That was how I started relationship with Temi. By the following day which was a Saturday, we agreed to meet at The Groove, a cosy guest house in the estate. I was at the bar several minutes before she came. She actually came some minutes late. When she appeared, I must say her dress was not revealing, but very attractive. Slightly above average height, Temi was beautiful and sassy.

"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting," she apologised, grinning.

I waved it off. "It's alright, Temi."

I ordered for drinks and plates of pepper soup. We chatted about our lives, family and sundry matters. I guessed she should be a couple of years older than me, but that didn't matter.

The way we chatted, someone would have thought we had known each other for years.

After about an hour, I suggested if we should retreat to a room for privacy.

She smiled knowingly at me and answered in the affirmative. I rented a room in the guesthouse for two hours, and pronto, we were inside.

"It's a pleasure to have a beautiful lady like you with me," I stated.

"Must you flatter me, Richard?"

"But, it's no flatter. You are indeed beautiful."

"Thanks for the compliment. You're handsome too."

I nodded and stared at her. "I hope I'm not too forward. I just find you irresistible."

She chuckled. "Are you sure about that?"

"Yes. Since yesterday, after meeting you, I could hardly get you off my mind."

"That's cool. What if I tell you that the feeling is mutual?"

I nodded again. "That's really cool."

I kept staring at her. "I wonder how beautiful you will be without those clothes on."

"What?" She had exclaimed in astonishment. "What the hell is this."

That very day, mummy sent Aishat out of our house. But then, I had already tasted and eaten the 'forbidden apple.'



In the next few years, I finished my secondary school and went to a private university at Ota to study computer engineering. I did my national service right here in Ikeja, Lagos in a computer firm owned by dad.

After the NYSC, I continued to work there, but I was not getting any fulfilment. All I had in mind was to get out of this country. I told dad about this and he said he understood, but I should hold on a bit. I was now twenty four years old, still young, vibrant and virile.

One Friday, I was on my way home when I decided to buy some personal stuffs at a supermarket within the estate, close to our house. After picking the items I wanted, I was about to use my ATM to pay when the sales clerk told me a lady had already paid for everything I bought. I was surprised.

"Who?"

The sales clerk pointed at a lady checking out some perfumes. I looked closely at her and had no doubt that she was a tight stranger to me. I went to meet her.

"Don't worry, I just feel like paying for your items," she said.

"Just like that? That's impressive." I introduced myself to her. She was Temi and she lived in the estate too.

"Good to meet you, Temi. Thanks for this."

"Oh, don't bother."

I got Temi's number. "I will surely call you," I promised.

"I will be expecting," she replied with a smile.

I drove home in a light spirit. I kept thinking about the lady who called herself Temi. But somehow her faced looked familiar but I couldn't pinpoint where I had seen her before. Maybe it was in the estate since she lived there too.

"I'll give you time to think about it," she said and turned to go again.

"How old are you?" I suddenly asked.

"Twenty four."

"And I'm sixteen."

Eight years! There was eight years gap between us!

She nodded. "I know."

"You don't mind that I'm so young?"

She shook her head. "Age is nothing but number. As far as I'm concerned, you are old enough to have a girlfriend."

"But mummy must not know," I chipped in.

"She won't know. No one will know."

I sighed again. "Can I ...can I touch your breasts?"

It sounded like a child asking for candies. Aishat smiled and moved to me.

"Why not? Sure."

She removed the t-shirt she was wearing. I could see it was a tight fitting black bra that covered her boobs. Gingerly, her hands went to her back to unclasp the bra.

Her jaunty breasts came to my sight. At that moment, I lost any sense of restraint.



That was how the secret sexual relationship between me and her started. I lost my innocence and virginity (if you could call it that) to Aishat. In school, I told Alex about it and he encouraged me to make the best of it.

Our secret affair was on for about three months, when mummy caught us in the act. We were doing it in my room and were so carried away that we didn't know when she entered the room.

"What?" She had exclaimed in astonishment. "What the hell is this."

She smiled and continued to stare at me.

"You don't have to do what you did in the bathroom."

I became unsettled. "What did I do in the bathroom?"

She smiled mischievously. "You went in there to masturbate."

My face clouded. How had she got that right?

"Look, Richard, I'm not here to antagonize you. I'm here to be your friend."

I relaxed a bit.

"I can make your fantasies come through," she went on. "You are a young guy and I know you have a lot of fantasies - sexual ones."

I sighed and looked away. She sighed too. "Oh, well, maybe I'm bothering you. Sorry, let me take my leave."

She turned to go.

"Auntie, wait." I had always called her auntie. She must be bold to come to a boy like me and be saying all these.

"Are you serious about all you've said?" I asked.

She smiled and nodded. "Of course, I'm serious. Why would I say things like that?"

My mind was in a frenzy. "You said you can make me realise my fantasies. How exactly do you want to do that?"

She eyed my crotch. "I can make you cum for example."

I could hardly believe my ears. This encounter was beginning to look like a movie. Was I hearing Aishat - Auntie Aishat right?

'Everything will be between us. I will treat you right and you will treat me right."

My heart was thumping. I had never looked or viewed her in a sexual way, until now. Come to think of it, apart from the years between us, she was not bad looking. Though a bit plump, her face was pretty and she had a good shape.

"I'll give you time to think about it," she said and turned to go again.

"How old are you?" I suddenly asked.

I was particularly attracted to a black girl that could not be more than 22. She looked like an African American. She was busty and pretty - my kind of girl. I stared at her nipples and my hard-on got hard. I dropped the magazine on the bed and went to the attached bathroom. I could not resist the overwhelming urge of relieving myself through masturbation. At sixteen, I had not had sex with any girl, though I had a girlfriend in my school. Swanking was my resort and I so much liked it.

I flushed the toilet, cleaned myself up and returned to my bedroom. I was shocked to find Aishat, the house maid inside, flipping through the magazine I had left on the bed.

"What ... what are you doing?" I stammered. I was astonished to say the least.

She quickly straightened up. "Sorry, I came to tell you that food is ready. It's on the dining table."

She grinned, eyed me somehow and left the room.

Aishat was our housemaid in the last few months. She was hardworking and had always impressed mummy. She should be in her mid twenties. Why was she going through the magazine I had left on the bed? How long had she come in? Did she know or suspect what I had done in the bedroom?

I shrugged it off. It was not her business to stay in my room for long. It was also certainly not her business what I had done with myself.

I went to the dining table to have my food. That was the third meal I would be taking that day, but I would still have dinner later.

Mummy was on afternoon shift. That meant she would not be around until much later in the evening. Aishat was not where in sight. She must be in the kitchen. After my meal, I went back to my bedroom. I had some assignment to do, but I had to go through the magazine again. I stared at the lovely bodies of the girl. There was a knock on my door. Whether it mattered or not, I quickly hid the magazine under my pillow. The door wasn't looked, so Aishat slightly opened it.

"Can I come in?" She said.

"Yes. Hope no problem?"

She slowly came inside and shook her head. She then stared at me.

"I can be of help, if you don't mind," she stated.

I was puzzled. "Help me? How?"

She smiled and continued to stare at me.

Maid With Desires



Richard is exposed to sexuality at early teen. He continues with his indulgence till full adulthood. He believes he's greatly enjoying himself until he realises that there's a big problem.



Titoo


(C) 2024






My problem of sexual addiction started when I was sixteen. I was in Senior Secondary 2 class then. My parents were quite well to do, so I got good things that I desired from them. We lived in Magodo estate, while I attended school within the estate.

Despite the proximity of the school to the house, I went to school by the school bus. By four thirty p.m., I would be back to the house. Mum was a nurse in big private hospital while dad was a business man and a politician.

Dad was hardly around as he was always junketing from one city to another. Mum being around in the afternoon depended on the shift she was in her place of work.

This very afternoon, only the house maid was around. She left me into the big duplex house with her usual smile.

I went to my room upstairs, dropped my school bag and removed my uniform. I changed into jeans and t-shirt. In school, my friend, Alex, had given me a magazine that contained pretty nude girls. I sat down on the edge of the bed and opened it. The glossy magazine contained different girls and young ladies in different stages of nudes.

Most of them were white, but some were black. Some were also Caucasian while some were Asians. Alex was always having stuffs like this, in addition to loads of downloads he had on his phone, which he regularly shared with me). I stared at the fascinating girls and could not help the hard on that came.

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