Yep. So you see that killer of a woman up there? That’s me! Daniela Chucks. I am not going to be surprised if you have ended up taking more time to really look at the pic – analyzing every bit of me in the process and even casting repetitive glances at it without end after now. I wouldn’t be. After all that is what all of them always do. I mean the guys. They just get absolutely blown away whenever I get into their paths. Like some brazen show-stopper, I am usually quick to disconnect their heads from their bodies with that ass of mine! This can be in spite of their girlfriends or wives being with them as both are always helpless to the charms of my enchanting seduction. Some say I am overly pompous, others say that I am simply the most arrogant they have known, well, while that isn’t my problem, I seem to be more interested in the other thing they equally always have to admit, and that is, I am an absolute stunner! Anyways, you will be more surprised when I tell you more about myself. Like I said earlier, my name is Daniela Chucks. I am from the South-south region of Nigeria. I wouldn’t be willing to mention my precise state of origin here on this story for privacy reasons but I can only add that I am fluent in English, Efik and a bit of Ibo. I am actually married and have been so for exactly 20 years by next month. Given that I am 36 now (did you think I was that old when you saw my pic?), you should easily tell that I had my first kid at (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. Growing up was a stark challenge and before I could get to 12, I had already had sex with several men. While I don’t dance over it now, I wouldn’t deny that I enjoyed every bit of it back then and can still remember when it got to the stage when I began to long after the men myself. It always paid off too, since I was very attractive. At 12, I already had a sex partner who was over 8 years older than myself. I also knew homes of so many men, and on challenging nights, I slept over at their homes. Mum would only come looking for me in the morning – no beating up, not even a rebuke. And it seemed very perfect.
TO BE CONTINUED..
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. 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. 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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