Do Not Read If U Can’t Control Yourself
Episode 1
Yep. So you see that killer of aΒ  woman up there? That’s me!Β  Daniela Chucks. I am not going toΒ  be surprised if you have ended upΒ  taking more time to really look atΒ  the pic – analyzing every bit of meΒ  in the process and even castingΒ  repetitive glances at it withoutΒ  end after now. I wouldn’t be. AfterΒ  all that is what all of them alwaysΒ  do. I mean the guys. They just getΒ  absolutely blown away whenever IΒ  get into their paths. Like someΒ  brazen show-stopper, I am usuallyΒ  quick to disconnect their headsΒ  from their bodies with that ass ofΒ  mine! This can be in spite of theirΒ  girlfriends or wives being withΒ  them as both are always helplessΒ  to the charms of my enchantingΒ  seduction. Some say I am overlyΒ  pompous, others say that I amΒ  simply the most arrogant theyΒ  have known, well, while that isn’tΒ  my problem, I seem to be moreΒ  interested in the other thing theyΒ  equally always have to admit, andΒ  that is, I am an absolute stunner!Β  Anyways, you will be moreΒ  surprised when I tell you moreΒ  about myself.Β  Like I said earlier, my name isΒ  Daniela Chucks. I am from theΒ  South-south region of Nigeria. IΒ  wouldn’t be willing to mention myΒ  precise state of origin here on thisΒ  story for privacy reasons but I canΒ  only add that I am fluent inΒ  English, Efik and a bit of Ibo. I amΒ  actually married and have been soΒ  for exactly 20 years by nextΒ  month. Given that I am 36 nowΒ  (did you think I was that old whenΒ  you saw my pic?), you shouldΒ  easily tell that I had my first kid atΒ  (what?!!!). Yea. I was that sexually active as at that time. Being very beautiful right from birth, I easily became a victim of endless sexual abuse. It began with an uncle who actually popped my cherry, and that was when I was only 9 and half. Since I was staying with a single mother, it was difficult for her to really be the mom (who watches over) while still hustling for our feeding. I was often left in the hands of relatives, friends, neighbors and even plain strangers on certain occasions.Β  Growing up was a stark challengeΒ  and before I could get to 12, I hadΒ  already had sex with several men.Β  While I don’t dance over it now, IΒ  wouldn’t deny that I enjoyed everyΒ  bit of it back then and can stillΒ  remember when it got to the stageΒ  when I began to long after theΒ  men myself. It always paid off too,Β  since I was very attractive. At 12, IΒ  already had a sex partner who wasΒ  over 8 years older than myself. IΒ  also knew homes of so many men,Β  and on challenging nights, I sleptΒ  over at their homes. Mum wouldΒ  only come looking for me in theΒ  morning – no beating up, not evenΒ  a rebuke. And it seemed veryΒ  perfect.
When we get attached to something, we feel that it belongs to us. Attachment makes it very difficult to let go of anything whether it’s people, memories or materialistic objects.Β  When we love someone, we feel that person is just meant for us but the reality is not necessarily the same. At times it’s not just the people, it’s the things we admire, or the ones we desire that make it difficult for us to move on. Holding something that doesn’t belong to you can never make you feel satisfied. Rather in the end we only feel regretful of being self-centered.Β  Learn to let go because what you have to let go, was never yours and what is yours will come to you no matter what

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