Losing My Virginity

 

No, I was not sexually abused as a child nor am I guilty of any other psychoanalytic mumbo jumbo theories that are usually concluded when someone like me is known. I am just like most human beings, who became addicted, after discovering one or a few of life’s many treats that are thrown at us, during our lifetime.  For most people, it’s their tongue that got them started, after discovering speech and taste. Yeah, we learn how to speak and from that point on some of us just can’t seem to stop blabbering, and for another set, their tongue woke up the sense of taste, and they were hooked, fell head over heels for food, becoming big fat blobs and gluttons.

 

I too learnt to talk and have used the ability quite abundantly, but was an unqualified chatterbox in comparison to the masses, and my tongue’s taste buds have also discovered food’s variety, which I must admit to have equally entertained and enjoyed; in other words, I ate like a pig and have put away some food in my lifetime, but as for being a blob or glutton, I’ll let you be the judge of that.

 

I remember when I was around twelve years old, the best two foods in the world to me was fried chicken and grapenut ice cream, and then a few years after, it was carbonated soft drinks and chocolate coated nuts.  By my mid teens I was in love with music and around the same time, I was introduced to the controlled substance, weed and beer, and dabbled out of curiosity, then it was gambling, then it was fashion, then it was fast cars; taking risk had peak my interest for a while, turning me into an adrenaline junkie, but for some strange reason, nicotine and caffeine never seem to rock my boat, so cigarettes and coffee were skipped.

 

My very first love was school, I really loved being taught new things then quizzed on what I learnt; I loved it.  And although cartoons were funny, televisions and comics never really caught my attention, during my early childhood stage, neither did toys, but crossword puzzles, oh yes, I couldn’t get enough of those books.

 

Still, not even those crossword puzzles held my attention as consistently as pussies did; yes, pussy, not the feline, pussycat; I was never a pet person. I am talking about the woman’s vagina, also known as the punaany, the goody-goody, the snatch, the cunt, the poonash, the fur-burger, the poom-poom, the kitty, the love zone, the slit to be worshipped and so many other names. 

The vagina is so famed, that it has more aliases than a confused Rapper. Yes, after my first introduction to pussy, I was hooked, I was more than hooked; I believe that the day when I lost my virginity was the day I actually found a purpose to live.....