This is probably the dirtiest thing you must have read since you started this series. There I go again with my assumptions. My bad. I might be wrong but I strongly suspect it is. Anyway, I was barely sixteen when I became addicted to sex from watching and listening to my mother and father make love almost every other day. We were three but my other siblings were staying with one of uncles who offered to train them in school at the time. That was how I became the only child at home with my parents in our one room apartment in a rundown area of Lagos. I had mastered the act of pretending to be fast asleep. Once I put on my act, everyone believed that I was far gone in sleep. I suspect that was how my parents threw caution to the wind and would do their thing believing I was deep in sleep. I looked forward to their night shows and would feel bad if I was overtaken by sleep and if I waited in vain. My mother didn’t help matters at all with her special sounds when my father was at it. The sound I suspect made my conclude that sex must be something very sweet. Before you knew it, I was deep in it at that young age, like I said, I was barely 16 although my members were looking already looking attractive. From that time till a couple of years back when I met my now husband, I had always seen sex as some sort of game.
Thank God I have remained faithful to my husband. He knows my story and he knows I am the most sexually driven of the two of us.
To my main point, I know things are hard and some families are still stuck in one room apartment but I think parents should be extremely careful the way they go about lovemaking in a room apartment especially when there are kids around. Kids are extremely smart these days. I suggest parents should ensure they are not seen or heard or their kids are not around when they are enjoying their special mummy and daddy time.
Bad Kid, Good Wife.
Dear Bad Kid, Good Wife,
Your story is indeed a deep one and most importantly full of lessons. This is a must read for everyone.
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