Well, for me, I was sexually molested around age 6, not sure though, but I should be around that age. We were staying in a one-story building. The landlord was staying upstairs, while we were staying downstairs. My parents were working class, so they were not always around until 6 pm/7 pm. I was the only child, so I always stayed with the landlord’s first daughter after school until my parents came back from work. She was seeking admission into the university then, so she was always at home. My parents always kept my playing clothes with her, so she could change my shorts for me.
I don’t know how we got there, I remember she’d put chocolate (Milo) on her vagina and ask me to lick it. I like the chocs so I licked passionately, and as I was licking, she’d play with my penis, she’d put some on her boobs too and I’d lick it too. I was so young I did not know what she was doing. She’d put more inside her vagina, and ask me to use my fingers to bring them out, as I am doing this, she’d be playing with my small penis when I have an erection, she’d ask me to lay on top of her and rub her vagina against my penis.
Everybody thought she truly cared, not knowing she was deriving sexual pleasure from me, I was always with her too because I wanted the Milo. Later after we moved to another apartment, I was caught playing with a classmate’s vagina in the toilet in school. I didn’t know what came over me, maybe I missed Aunty Ronke or I didn’t feel any guilt about touching a girl’s vagina. The case was reported to my parents, I was lashed, and they also did deliverance for me. My sexual life was affected, really fucked up. Anytime I have an erection or I’m having sex, I remember her. I was cheated. I went through so many things after that which I wouldn’t like to talk about. My parents don’t know this till today.
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