Papa chinedu! 😳😳🤕
Jesus Christ! Am I dreaming?
God this can’t be happening.
No not in my home.
My wife said pain plastered visibly on her face.

Shocked and perplexed I couldn’t move. I was just there with my underwear to my knee level and my hands that were once active in pleasuring myself were now shaking out of fear. Even my manhood that was once erect facing heaven has abandoned me. It is now as a weak dodo.

God! I cried inwardly I thought she had left, why is she back here.

Mama chinedu, please lower your voice I said my eyes doing the pleading. I quickly wore my trouser.
I walked up to her, trying to pacify her. She was already crying. Probably feeling betrayed or felling less of herself for not being able to satisfy her husband’s sexual desires.

Don’t tell me to calm down! She said furiously. So this is what you do? Papa chinedu why 😭😭😭
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I sat at the edge of the bed, reminiscing.

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As a young boy, i was captivated by my elder sister’s new phone, I was always by her trying to pee and see what she does and how she does them.

I especially love the kind of games she had, but I notice she never for once plays them. She was either chatting and watching videos.
I learnt how to open her phone which she wasn’t aware of .

So every night when she was asleep, I would always use her phone to play games, and watch videos.

This particular night was what change everything.
I crawled to where she was sleeping and like a thief in the night, I skillfully collected the phone from where she kept it without any iota of sound.

I crawled back to my bed space, unlock the phone and went straight to her gallery.
I was strolling down when I saw something that caught my attention.
I strolled back and opened it.
It was a short video of two nude women fighting. I replayed and replayed and I can’t tell how I felt. But I hurried to the rest room to urinate.

I came back and continued strolling through her gallery. And yet again I saw another nude video, but this time the people weren’t fighting. I was watching, and for some reason I was feeling tight in my lower abdomen. I wasn’t comfortable again.
So I quietly stopped watching, removed every trace of phone invasion before returning it back to its position.
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I managed to sleep that night which wasn’t easy at all, because I was feeling a sudden hotness and tightness in my manhood.

For days my mind kept on replaying the scenes from the video. I couldn’t focus on anything.
My sister travelled back to school, and there was no means to tame my desires of watching porn that was at it’s peak.

I succumbed into the act of masturbation, which started when I was bathing.
I enjoyed it without a care for the world, pleasuring and satisfying myself with my hands.
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In the long run, I later gave my life to Christ, made him my saviour, but not the lord.
I gave him my all, my time, my finance, but not my secret sins.

‘Once I get married all these things will stop’ those where the words I use in consoling my self anytime I found out that I had masturbated again.
But here I am about to lose the only good thing that has ever happened to me.

If I had opened up to someone and asked God for help, maybe just maybe this wouldn’t have ever happened.
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ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴅ ɪsɴᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ.
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴡʜʏ ʜᴇ ɪs ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ.
ᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ᴄʜʀɪsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ.

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