Burnt Flower

My childhood lifetime had been one fused together with several circumstances. Most especially given that I was the first son in a family surrounded by gals. This however doesn't implore me of any real taste in girls. I only perceived them as a gender who are irritable and rather fragile. Their existence to me then was quite unreasonable. It wasn't like they were any fun to play with and what they attribute as fun lagged all the assortment it accrues. They were always down with their playmate playing with dumb dulls, feeding them nonsense even when they can't swallow and making weird meals like Garri cake. Chocolate dung and shits like that. More or so they were so loud especially when they were caned or punished and always mopping about the slightest inconvenience. They were literally of no use to me. That was of course save to kids of my age, for those who have outgrown our kind. I felt their presence was rather ridiculous and pathetic. They were created for a purpose of serving men and then being punished by them(my idea of s*x then). I had rather skipper off with my friends to play with toy soldiers or moreso plane, cars and whatnot. Not some stupid doll face. Or engage in dangerous play like somersault, play fighting, jumping off from top of buildings and watching cartoons. Playing football wasn't my thing either but I could use a game like the one on my mom's phone till it start yelling "battery low". There wasn't much my mom could do about that. She'd just reprimand me and try hiding it in a safer location. Sometimes we'd go watch actual movies from a neighbor's house and even tho my parents are always complaining about such act. I wasn't one to be curtailed by something that gave me joy. Literally, a huge chunk from my childhood was caved from playing roughly and tomfoolery. However at some junctions, there were situations were my siblings, my friend and their friends sometimes rendezvous to dramatize some of the scenes we experience from watching movies. There you find someone acting Dad, Mom, The Children, Aunt, Uncle and even gateman. I really didn't understand what was so fun about it all cuz I wasn't much of a fan to those boring melancholic movies but either ways, I'd play along. My role then was mostly the child and I acted it to my own resort. Mom and dad, Well they do their thing mostly in the bedroom under the cover of blanket. Funny how I can't even recall who acted those part. But it can be fun at times at least when the Garri cake is involved and there's enough to go round. Irrespective of that, my thoughts were never channeled to the possibility of what being a dad curtails. at least not until when I was asked to switch the role. My wife then was my older sister's friend, when it got to the point where we were to have our tete a tete. She drew me to her and pull down my short. I wouldn't say I was much surprised, infact I was amused. She knelt down then hold out her hand and proceed to give me a handjob. It was like I was being knocked out of my concealments. The feeling thrilled me and in a way excited me. And when she placed my d**k in her mouth and gently slowed her head pulling and pushing back and forth. I was young but then the feeling coursed through my veins and my adrenaline was pumping rather hard. Every desire in me was being awoken and somehow it was like I wanted it.... I needed it. Then we were being interrupted by the child, it'll seem he needed his fictional breakfast of sand or whatever it was then. I dragged my short up and she gave me a penny smile. In my mind I was like "this is far from over" but then I was wrong. Because that was the first and last time we had such s****l interaction. They (The girl and her family) moved to a knew location (Abuja) but still I envisaged on her return and perhaps another possible encounter. Then I watched a movie wherein the lady had a lollipop placed on her tongue and inserted into the other gender's mouth while they both kissed each other wetly. I felt that was a good idea to perform with her. It should be thrilling so I thought. The next time she came around. They didn't even spend close to a day before setting off. I doubt if I even had the chance of seeing her. Irrespective of that, I kept hoping she'll come around someday and we'll be able to act all the s****l imagination I've formulated. It was a lost dream and the more I wait the more ashen the possibility of it actuality seems till somehow the dream faded itself.