Some people call me a virgin, especially my doctor, but I partially think I am not.
Because I have had marvelous sex accompanied by a lot of orgasms by myself for as long as I have been active.At my age, being a virgin is not a weird situation for a nerd like me. crazy bitch. My mind is shouting as I continue with my plan to have sex with a random guy.Not only the books, and porn but also pap smear taught me. I need to have at least physical or mental attraction with the guy for anything passing in the lady parts to work its way up easily.My body and mind must be at peace when all this goes down.Which makes my plan increasingly complicated.The way he communicates and makes me feel is important.To make an experience, I won’t regret as I walk through my path of motherhood.The sound of the notification on my first match on my laptop bar brings my complete attention to the task at hand. Five minutes in and someone is interested.THIS IS A MIRACLE.My heart is pumping high on happiness and full drive.THIS IS A GOOD START.I open the matching folder.The first thing I do is scan his profile page for his age and then the looks before I go further.Older men are the better choice. And a sixty-year-old man is asking for permission to proceed.Most old men have had a lot of experience with life and are not up for playing games and would be gentle with me. That’s what I believe.I hope they don’t disappoint.I have gotten close to some older men, not in a physical sense, but through communication, and we speak the same language.They had a better view of life and challenged my mind than men of my age.These men had families. Had kids of their own.I plan to use their weakness against them to lower their guard. I have everything planned.They will never think I am tricking them into stealing their sperm.I want to decrease tremendously the pool of men I am not looking forward to.I am aware of how dating sites are clouded. That’s why I paid for a premium membership on this dating site.Struggling is not a terrible thing, but all the people I know, including me, are struggling to pay bills.That will delay my plan if have a large pool of everyone in it to choose only one.That will cost me time too.Killing my budget by paying for the most expensive hotel in Casablanca will bring a lot of freebies to my door.If I put myself in their shoes, I would be someone wanting to go to Casablanca for free too.But luckily, people allowed in this hotel are members of the VVIP community only.It is a well-known concept that Casablanca Regency Hotel hosts very few in the country.People like me visit Casablanca as tourists, we can’t stay longer than a week.Not because we can’t save up for a whole week's worth of stay money.But because of the few rooms set for tourists compared to the number of people who wish to step foot into the exquisite hotel.My interest is someone who can afford high-end hotels.Someone who will make it easy for me if I must stay longer at the hotel.To get access to me in this plan, the match would need to be a wealthy guy with a lot of powerful connections; that is the plan.It is not because I want to sell my soul or dignity.But because I believe wealthy people don’t have time and the pleasure of falling in love easily.The first thing I never want to happen again in my life is for me getting attached to a guy.I will never allow myself to come close to falling in love.Using high-end services only to match me means few could do that. My pointy hook in this plan is the Cannibal's certificate.I also want a hospital certificate to prove the potential matches are clean and healthy.It’s a no-brainer that going raw means being exposed to not only sperm but infections and I don’t want that happening.As a hacker, I can print fake certificates from a lot of hospitals anywhere in the world, but Cannibals hospital certificates are impossible even for top hackers who are not me.I will only accept certificates from the Cannibals Hospital, which is also a membership VVIP hospital.After attempting fails in hacking into the Cannibals hospital systems, at the least I ended up with a tiny victory for getting copies forwarded to me.It took me longer to hack into their system. That’s why my plan has taken years.I will print all certificates that will be offered from today.I have everything figured out on all the ways to eliminate the ones that are not serious from the beginning of my plan.Brainstormed for days with all the scenarios on how these men would want to cheat just to get into my panties.Playing each scenario in my mind. I thank God for the experience in dating apps.I depend on my experience to help with the plan. I have tales to tell with extensive experience.The worst experience with these apps comes from obsessed men, control freaks, and super aggressive to all kinds of insane humans out there.I plan to see that everything that could be proved is true from the other end before everything backfires because of the carelessness of one man I can avoid earlier on.Long distance was a bunch of horny fuckers wanting to sex text and send nudes to each other, which was not for me now in this plan.If I opened my DMS and SMS now, the majority are lonely horny bitches that want the same thing I wanted a couple of weeks ago.Someone to be there and listen to my sad, boring life or sometimes to be the man I fantasized about when I masturbated.Complete focus on my plan is the target now.Every man I am looking at in any match, I involuntarily look for Erede first in that man. It is sick, I know, but my preference is Erede as a starting point to search for Erede first in every love interest I encounter. Every match I have let through to me had something like him, whether physically or in how he addressed anything. It hurts to see me destroyed like that, even with just a thought passing through my head. I feel broken.My mother’s words ring a bell through me. ‘Why can't you stop liking him?’ That is a million-dollar question. If I had an answer or way through. I think I would never see the world with the same eyes. Large wounds I am carrying because of him are heavy. I can’t run away from him forever, I can't run to him, nor can I hide from him for long enough. Because now he is my brother-in-law. He is an immediate family member. Erede’s wound is the largest wound I will carry around all my life. I think this is the biggest reason my love life went sideways from
From my stomach blubbering to the afternoon sun unseen clearly through my bedroom window outside. Which I hadn’t noticed has lost its intensity. The day is ending with me at my happiest point. I have been so absorbed with the plan that I forgot to make lunch or order some. I got all ten matches, two of which already eliminated themselves and eight who stood up to the next round. The printer notification sound is on…This can't be. I jump off the bed to the printer and pick the paper up from the printer. It's Luciano’s report from Cannibals.I can’t believe this. This could not be a coincidence, could it? Today is Christmas for me midst of summer, it has come to me early. A notification from Luciano is open in my tab and I run to see what he posted in our chat box. I can't believe my eyes at the report. I just saw the report I had just printed a few minutes ago. It scares me and excites me that there is someone out there as stupid as I am who will go to this extent just for raw
After messaging Luciano. I turn on the car keys to start my car. Driving like a crazy person to my vajacial spot. I have, for once in a lifetime, scheduled myself for VIP treatment. After my lady parts look brand new with a skin so smooth. I have to testify I never knew how good a vajacial made a difference down there. The next thing on my list is pedicures and manicures, then my hair must be styled. I need to look like I can blend in with the VVIPs. That is not all that is needed to complete my transformation. I am currently walking into the shopping center to get myself a good-looking evening gown and a lot of bikinis and sexy bras to make myself feel good. I have to. It’s now or never with my first sex experience. And I want it perfect.Sitting alone in my living room. Surrounded by everything I need to be packing, but all that I spot all the time are the books on fertility and pregnancy. And a calendar marked with ovulation dates and my last doctor appointments. Staring
On the elevator buttons, the indicator shows, Restaurant floor no 13 Bar and club floor no 13 Number thirteen is my lucky number today. I have a few hours before meeting Don Mauro.This will be my teaser, my number one spot to see how I will spend what I have paid for before walking to Don Mauro. I press the thirteen button, and the elevator closes down and moves. When it reaches the thirteenth floor. I jump out of the elevator straight to the bar. I don't waste time as I ask the bartender for a drink. “Can I have a bottle of the most expensive wine you have got?” The Bartender walks back to the shelf. But before I take a seat. My jam is on. Sean Paul’s new reggae dancehall. The beat coming from the club is extraordinary, mesmerizing, and making a calling for me. I forget all about my request to the bartender. And The next thing I know, I am trotting like a teenager into the club. The club is heaven, an exquisite dancefloor. Side crowd tables. Lights, people enjoying their
I smile back. This was an easy one. Yassa…. Yeah… yeah…. I got him. Despite that, I feel lacking in my accomplishments. I want to hook him more. Making him regret what he thought was a game he could win.I bring on the moves I had kept for Don Mauro tonight. I open one button in my trouser and my bikini strings are visible, my trouser pulled lower in my waist, giving my waist definition as I whine it. Turning the floor to a seductive dance floor. My target is to make him come over to the dance floor and embarrass him. He is the only one in the club not moving an inch in his body. He feels as if he is in the wrong room. Probably because I do not think he can dance. And I think he is worried about losing his position on a high horse. To becoming a laughingstock for a whole club already trembling under his feet. I am determined to do it. To hook him more to a point where I would be proud of myself for still having that influence on a young and powerful man like him at my age. I a
Not only my heart but the heart of the dark gazed man in my embrace is racing on the dancefloor as the chemistry in all our moves becomes increasingly intense My eyes are open, and my mouth closed, but our hearts speak to each other loudly. I can hear this man’s thoughts. Or is it my thoughts that I want to be his? Every touch, every move. Is a hidden message. It is as if he is asking me in my head if he can touch me and I reply, okay in my head. Then it happens he touches me. I magically understand without a prior knowledge of the communication. Fuck… stop overthinking it, Keirah. Enjoy the two-hour ride. You will never have this. I take him up for all his advances and allow my body to feel his caresses around me through our moves. The secret message of wanting each other for sex so badly is the new name of our moves as one. Someone should have told me there was unfiltered raw communication, which spoke magnitude from dancing partners without a single word spoken. This is good
Before he takes a closer step to my lips. My eyes see beyond him into the crowd. Looking at all the women in the club. Their eye fixed on him. He could have anyone. Why me? Who do you think you are, Keirah? The grown-up Keirah in me shouts in my head. All women in this club are technically surrounding and throwing themselves at him for his disposal. I don’t swing with women, but their looks on him reflected mine. I feel jealousy, wanting to take him away from their undressing gaze on him. Wait, a minute. Am I jealous? I don’t do feelings that’s how my world works. And I don’t do under thirty-two. That is illegal in my dictionary. It’s a combination of hormones and a new environment, I tell myself in my head. I take a stand in my head and push through, repeating repeatedly. I feel like I am having a serious justification mode in my head and hate it. But I walk out of the dancefloor pushing through everything to not look back. I walk faster, and I can hear his fast pace behind m
Twelve hours later. Pain from a needle penetrating my neck woke me up from whatever slumber I was in. A memory of Don Mauro holding a gun and heating me is the first image that comes to me. It scares the hell out of me, sending my heartbeat into overdrive. Before I register more and work out what is happening, a liquid is being injected into my body. Tells me things have gone sideways. My plan has got me into so much deep shit. I want to open my eyes and my body, but I can’t move a muscle. What did they inject into my body? Am I dead? What have they done to me? Then a conversation of men speaking loudly beside me in Italian brings me back to my reality and makes my body freeze, I know. I am still in deeper shit and in danger. Several seconds later. I feel my body muscles move and the first thing I want to do is open my eyes. But I know opening my eyes is a risky move. I guess one thing about keeping me alive is staying unconscious. So, I play along. And act unconscious. I don’