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CHRONICLES OF AN OGBANJE

Dear Stella,

Kindly keep me anonymous.


I had a chronic addiction. It was a whole terrible package. For many years I lived in pitch darkness. Upon my birth and early childhood, I was told I was born an "Obanje child" and had been separated from it when I was still a baby. I grew up a normal child in a Christian home until my late teens when things began to seem weird. I had uncountable advances from men and overtime I was the Jezebel to be avoided. 

I always had dreams that would scare a normal person but to me it was normal. It never mattered if I made love to a beast, an animal, a human or an object in my dream, all my spiritual body wanted was maximum s#xual pleasure and this transferred into the physical.

I played with my body everyday of my life. It was so bad that I feared I would one day pluck off my clitoris just to have an orgasm. I wanked upon waking up and there were days when I would self-service 3 times before 7am and if I had an important meeting, my kick starter would be multiple orgasms before anything else.

I would wank at work while sitting behind my desk with my seat rolled front, my legs apart and my fingers doing my thing. This soon became a ritual. I seldom used the toilet because that would mean standing up and walking all the way and hindering my immediate pleasure.


About men? Hmm. I could get just any man. My likable personality made things worse because I am eloquent, well read with knowledge in many topics of discussion among the elites. My career is also one that makes you mingle with multi nationals. It was just easy.

I can have 6 rounds of s#x with 3 different people in one day. No, not an orgy but I would visit them all and have s#x. I was just insatiable and took advantage of anything that looked like a p#nis. If you want to talk about s#xual skill, don't worry as mine was wholesale not retail. I am good in bed and I know it.

This made me get on the hunt for big Dicks. Only God know how much I have spent moving from one town to another like a Disciple just for Dick. It was that bad. Every time I travel out of the country, no matter how official it is, i must increase my body count by three more men. In fact going out of Nigeria is always equivalent to s#xual tourism for me as that is more time to do anything I liked and leaving the memories behind like the never happened.

I have had s#x with friends (without their knowledge), father and son(without their knowledge), strangers and even people around me and after that I move on like nothing happened till i want to sit on the dick again or I simply move on.


I even got to fuck one small boy just because I knew he has a big dick.
Yes I know a man with a big Dick once I see one. And this has never failed.


My porn addiction was another demonic thing. I have spent so much on data and my phone and browser history was the filthiest thing since creation. I knew I was going down the path of destruction when my porn searches got really mad. I had stopped going to porn sites to watch just any porn, I started searching for porn videos with the weirdest titles e.g "woman being tied and raped by 4 men and a dog" rape, torture, violent and beastly porn were my thing. 

This was when I knew I needed to be save from myself, saved from destruction and saved from the darkness of insatiable s#xual desires.
Everything was s#xual to me. Even in the shower I must please myself with the pressure of the water from the shower head directly over my Pussy.


At this point, even my finances were suffering. Everything around me was going down. I never had s#x for money, I did not even demand anything in return. I just wanted Dick. I enjoyed deep throating. I enjoyed sitting on Dicks, yes I always took charge and rode my man and achieved my orgasm on my own.
I have not even talked about the quality of deep throating i give to men who eat my Pussy. Hmm, eating my Pussy is another world of its own as any man who has ever tasted Her comes back. 

In fact the man just becomes mine anytime i am horny and choose to have him. Any man that has ever felt, licked or had my pussy juice was mine to keep. Worse is that I am a natural spring when I want a Dick. I can stay wet for hours. That kind of wetness that gives the Dick so much warmth that it doesn't want to leave the Pussy.
These and many more Stella. If i type all ehn, you sef go enter shock.


HOW DID I STOP?

My decision to be free came last year when I decided to have a new relationship with Christ. I knew I needed saving. I knew I just couldn't continue like that. At this point I was more than convinced that I had both a spiritual husband and a shadow husband added to any other type of non physical husband. I began to search for the Holy Spirit and God's word. I came into the country from London and went straight for deliverance and so far I have gone for deliverance 3 times.


So far my finances have improved, my job is fine, I sleep better and I have peace within.

It has not been easy but I am making progress. Since October I have only had s'x with three people. I have not watched porn and I no longer pleasure myself. I am still fighting the urge. I am getting better by the day.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOW