My story : The Very First Time

I had been waiting for this day for so long, probably, I’d say from the day I was born. I consider myself a very S3@.x:’ual person, always been curious about S3@.x:’.

I remember one time I was around four years old or thereabouts, my late grandma, who visited occasionally, had walked in on me gr!nding happily against the leg of my b.ed. I had been so lost in my own p@ssion, it had taken me a few minutes to realize someone was there until she finally scre@med my name in full. ‘Omotolanimi!’, her usually low voice shouted. I turned so fast I almost broke my neck.

Not sure if I was embarrassed at being caught or just plain shocked she could talk that loudly, but I remember just standing there staring at her. She rushed over and grabbed me, talking fast, muttering things I barely understood, calling for my parents to come. I don’t remember so clearly what transpired after, but I know my parents hadn’t taken it up with me, nor had I been scolded.

Knowing my overly studious mother well, I’d reckon she probably explained it away as child m@stu.rb@tion, a fairly normal habit most kids displayed. I only remember my older brother, Dapo looking at me with what seemed like a mix of disg.ust and curi0sity.

My bad h@bit continued as I grew older and at age 11, I advanced to v0yeurism, thanks to our teenage house help and Dapo. Not sure now which of them made the first move seeing as they were almost the same age, but they sure did have a good time together every time mom and dad were at work.