Good day guys!
There is always a special and unforgettable feeling attached to the moment we do that thing we’ve been longing for, for the first time — and it becomes a heavenly feeling when it’s done perfectly well. Imagine a football player who has been playing for about 10 years scoring his first goal, and it happens in a bicycle-kick style. There’s no way that person is ever going to forget that, and anytime the person remembers that moment, a smile fills their face.
Just as the title of this content states, I want to tell you my first-time experience with a kiss and please, if you’re below 15 years, kindly stop here. Thank you.
In my first year in school, I was completely sold out to church and I loved it so much because I was very happy in it. Everyone in the lodge knew me to be a very decent Christian, and I was mocked many times for being excessively involved in church activities — but I was never moved. Because of that lifestyle, the ladies found it difficult to relate with me, as they always thought they were dealing with the first son of the Holy Spirit.
Meanwhile, I had a crush on one of the ladies in the lodge. I expressed myself to her many times, but she never believed me. She always laughed anytime I brought up the topic.
One particular afternoon, I came back from class in the evening. My roommate had gone out. I wanted to light the gas, but there was no matchstick in the matchbox. So, I went to knock at the next door to get a matchstick — and the door happened to be my crush’s room.
“Please give me your matchbox if you can’t come out,” I pleaded when I knocked and she kept responding with a faint voice from inside
“The door is not locked, come inside,” she said, and I opened the door and entered. I met her lying on the bed with a big sweater covering her body. I didn’t think much before I realized she wasn’t feeling well.
"“Have you taken drugs?”* I asked while I walked to her kitchen to collect the matchbox.
“Yes, I have taken medicine. Please, get the flask as you’re coming back,” she begged with the most romantic voice I had heard that period.
Upon coming out from the kitchen, she had gotten up and was seated on the chair. She had dropped the big sweater covering her whole body, and she was just in a gown. Her melanin body was glowing even in the midst of her sickness. By this time, my mind had travelled far and was ready to let carnality ruin my life a little — after all, I’m human with flesh and blood. But hey, I mustn’t appear as the devil and the first move. Instead, I prayed to God to allow a small devil to enter her and get me tempted three times....
Cut! Cut! Cut!
The thing is, we had a kiss and it was a memorable one. Permit me for not writing everything before this gets marked as NSFW.
Also, this story is fictional but you're allowed to 'download' it as you want.😅
This is my entry to #Hivenaija prompt of the week.
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