CAN YOU FORGET THAT TOUCH?

He gently passed his lips at the area next to my ears, it felt like wind blowing charmingly. I couldn't resist that, so I enjoyed the flow and went on dancing to the music. Quickly I called the waiter and asked for more drinks because everything was catered for so I didn't mind how long will we be drinking. He whispered something to my ears and slowly I was enjoying everything he was saying and that's how I lost it.

Aaaaggggrhhhh he kept on groaning and this time we were both naked, we were both naked, and interestingly enough I was holding onto this man so tightly. If someone knocked and got into the room he/she would admire whatever was going on. Oooh Jesus, I lamented heavily and almost shed a tear but because I remembered big girls don't cry I gathered my clothes dressed up, and looked at him.

He was a tall dark admirable gentleman whose beards were lavishly styled and his chest so broad and looked like a pillow that any young beautiful lady like me would admire and want to sleep on. I couldn't recall his name clearly but I started remembering the touch, the kisses, the sweet lips that rolled in my ears over and over, the interesting stories he shared with me before we fell asleep.

I met him on a trip to the beach and I was nursing stress and therefore decided to take myself out for a drink and boom I recalled he introduced himself and said he was in love and I smiled at him amazingly to suggest I was interested too. He told me a story that sounded the one in the Bible about David seeing Bethsheba and that's when I realized he fell in love with my nakedness which was portrayed by the short skirt I was wearing that never covered even half of my thighs with a sleeveless top that also showed my orange-sized breasts what a trap?

It was the first time in history to drink an alcoholic drink and that feeling was unexplainable whether good or bad I couldn't tell. This beast of a gentleman advised me to take more and more because the bill would be catered. Who in her 20s would deny such an opportunity? I was now getting to where I would feel the moon my goodness that's how he took me to a room because just like he narrated when he woke up that I caused chaos in the restaurant.

I felt so empty and asked him as he opened one of his eyes what had happened he narrated that we did something good that's how I lost it, folks. I lost the virginity I had preserved for years I couldn't walk properly which might sound funny but indeed it was an empty feeling, it was so painful as it penetrated she narrated.

I listened to my best friend narrates her story of how she lost it. Tears rolled down her eyes not because she lost it eventually if she never wanted to be a nun it would have been lost but because she lost it to a man she couldn't trace thereafter and she got pregnant. Raising her kid alone has been one of the darkest times she has experienced as a teen mom but here again, we have a healthy bouncing girl aged 12 so charming and interesting.

Earlier during the day, we took a drink and it tasted the same as what she took that same day and this triggered our story as she recalled softly. Are there some things that immediately you do or take trigger your brain to an experience that happened before whether good or bad? A piece of paper is where it never fades.