The Lesbian

AMAKA THE LESBIAN … (18+) … Part 1

My name is Amaka , I am 25years old and am a prostitute. I have been a prostitute for the past 6years now; please follow up, as I bring u the story of my life and how my journey into prostitution started, I come from a family of 4, (2 girls and 2boys) and am the first child. I was 16 years old when I lost my parents in an accident along Owerri road few years ago.

It was a very hot afternoon in school, when my class teacher pulled me out of the class that my uncle needed to see me. When I got out and approached my uncle, his eyes were bloodshot, like someone that has been crying. He held me by the hand and broke the bad news to me. At first, I didn’t understand him; I stood staring at him for a while, before the whole thing dawned on me. I would never set eyes on my parents again. I thought about my siblings, I knew the worse awaits us.

Few weeks later, the burial was done and my uncles and aunties gathered to decide on how to share us among them. After much arguments, it was finally decided that my 2 younger brothers goes to live with my mum’s eldest brother in Aba, while my younger sister moves to Port Harcourt to live with my mum’s cousin.

The next day, I moved to Lagos and started living with my dad’s newly married youngest sister; she was 25 years old at that time. I was welcomed with love. They made me feel so at home, bought new clothes for me and enrolled me into one of the best private schools in that area. Life was fun for me, I didn’t lack anything and in no time, my sorrow was forgotten. Little did I know that all the goodies and better life I was enjoying, came with a very big price.

I was shocked beyond words as she put her mouth on my n—–s and began to suck it. I gathered strength and pushed her away, then covered my b—–s with my hands, “Aunty what are you doing? How can you be touching me this way and suck my b—–s too? You are a woman and my dad’s younger sister.

I don’t understand this o. Please, I want to go back to my room” I said to her and made to walk past her, but she blocked my path and pushed me to the wall, there was no space for me to escape from, then she spoke, “Amaka Nne, this is not a new thing, people do it. I started mine when I was 14 years old and it’s not bad. See, let me tell you, I am in love with you and I feel you so much, you give me sleepless nights, I want you to be mine. My baby, I will give you anything you want, just don’t push me away, or don’t you love me?”

I kept quiet for a while, trying to understand her point, but it was so hard for me. “For God’s sake you are my Aunty. We are same blood, loving me is normal just like I love you too. But we can’t do this evil things, the Bible frowns at it, please, aunty”

She turned and locked the bathroom door and threw her neck back, laughing heavily, “Osino Bible frowns at it. Funny. Amaka don’t be ungrateful, I gave you everything and ready to give you more. I put you in a school which cost N150,000 per term, you wear expensive clothes at your age and you want to deprive me of this one thing I need from you. I could take away everything and make you miserable in this house.

Life would be a living hell for you. Is that what you want?” I was speechless; I didn’t know what to say. “Answer me, Amaka, is that what you want?” She repeated. “No Aunty” I replied.

She put down the toilet lid and sat on it, then told me to sit on her laps, I did. She held me so tight, like she was drawing strength from me. We sat like that for almost an hour, her breathing was heavy, then she turned my face towards

After I pulled myself away from her, she got up and walked out of the bathroom. I sat there for a while, and then I took my towel and covered myself, then stepped out of the bathroom and ran into my room. I quickly dressed up and went to the kitchen to fix lunch, shortly after, I heard her call out my name again, I ignored and pretended not to hear, she called the second time and I quietly closed the kitchen door and continued cooking.

It wasn’t long, when I felt the door to the kitchen open, and she walked in, “bia Amaka, didn’t you hear me call your name?” She asked. “No aunty, the door was closed maybe that was why I didn’t hear you, I am sorry”, she continued, “it’s okay, make sure you put your uncle’s food in the food flask, I don’t have the strength to cook for him in the night. Before I forget, when last did you see your period?”…”last month, aunty, I have not seen it this month” I replied. “It’s okay. Hope you still have enough pads?” “Yes, I do” she said okay and walked out of the kitchen.

She didn’t touch me again after that day and we both acted like it didn’t even occur. I begged her to help me get in touch with my younger sister, I needed to know how she was fairing and two days later, I got the opportunity to speak to her, as soon as she heard my voice, she started crying, she told me how she was suffering over there, she hasn’t started school yet and she eats only once a day and sleeps at midnight to wake up by 5am to prepare my aunt’s kids for school, I was so heartbroken and so helpless, but I assured her that I would do everything possible to get her out of that house.

Though, I had no idea how I was going to accomplish it. Every day, I thought of my sister suffering, her heartbreaking voice when she was talking to me on the phone, I lost appetite and concentration in school; I became so moody that everyone around me noticed it, including my aunt