©️ Opeyemi Akintunde
“Cleaner Joy, who are you?’ Denrele asked…
“I am…” Joy was saying and Denrele wanted to hear what she had to say
“Not Innocent” Joy concluded.
“It’s obvious, but what happened? Something or someone stole that innocence?”
“Nothing. I am wired this way”
“No one is wired to be loose”
“Something must have triggered it; it could be something you are aware of or not”
“I have been this way since I can remember, I started having sex when I was five, so you see that I was born this way.”
Denrele moved back.
She had to be a demon because he was highly on heat. He wanted to lay her down on the ground and do what he knew how to do best some years back. He knew he had to fight it. He had been sexually pure for good five years, he wasn’t going to let this child destroy all the hard work of discipline.
Initially, he had thought she was an answered prayer, he thought she was God’s compensation for him for his new life in Christ. A life that took a lot of things from him.
He thought he had found his reward: a virgin. The one who he could boldly say about “I kept myself for the Lord and he gave me a pure woman”.
Unfortunately, he won’t be sharing such testimony about her. He had judged the wrong book by its good cover.
“I am sorry for the assumption” Denrele said with his head bowed as he made a turn to leave.
Joy’s heart tore once again: a feeling she was familiar with. She couldn’t tell why this hurt ran deeper.
“Maybe because he was rich and a man everyone would love to have as a husband” Joy concluded.
She watched painfully as he disappeared into the distance, but then it happened!
The feeling of wanting! The panting like a dog on heat, the salivating like a male dog that had seen a female dog on heat. Joy wanted to control herself. She wanted to win this! She had been reading books on ‘Self Control’ recently and she was hoping to escape this feeling, even if it was this one time.
Her body, even her Privates were running wild, she didn’t know when she started running up the stairs, she was literally jumping the stairs in twos and threes. In no time, she got to the fourth floor. Fortunately for her, the door was wide open.
Denrele was packing his bags, he had to run far away. Bible stated that he should flee all appearances of evil.
He had come here to write a good story. He was an author, although he wrote under a pen name, No one knew his real person. He had researched a quiet hotel and a man had told him about Joy’s hotel.
He regretted daring Joy. He had ignited the fire.
Daring girls was an old Playboy trick he used on Virgins back in the days. He knew if he dared a virgin to kiss him, she would run. That was his way of sighting innocent girls back in his playboy days. After giving his life to Christ, he had said No to Sex, and here he was Five years strong thinking God decided to give him a virgin as a wife.
“ Gbaaa!” Denrele was startled at the sound. He turned and noticed the door had been slammed shut by Joy. Denrele could see uncontrollable passion in her eyes, she was coming with so much intentionality. Denrele recognized the level of heat the girl was on, Nothing was going to stop her. If it was the Old him, he would have made a mess of her body till she would be begging for freedom, but that Him was dead, that him was buried and he wasn’t planning to resurrect that ‘him’.
That ‘him’ suffered greatly. That him almost ran mad after a sexual intercourse with a marine girl. That him was taken from one Shrine to another, from one herbalist place to another, till he cried one day to God in his Room and asked for Forgiveness, promising God he was never going to go back to the sin of sexual immorality. It was after that groaning session he received his deliverance in his room without any Pastor present. Thereafter, he found a Bible believing Church where God had been helping him to grow.
Joy pounced on him like a Lion, Denrele felt weakened, but he remembered his Oath…
“God, the day I commit sexual immorality again, that day I die”
As he kept getting weaker with every kiss and touch, he kept asking himself…
“Is this sex worth my life? Is the Pleasure of five minutes worth my life?”
To be continued…
