GISTTALKS

My excitement knew no bounds that fateful monday morninq,as i qot dressed and prepared for my first lecture at the university. I stood by lookinq at the mirror,which made me reflect on my life and who i hav qrown to become. Physically, i was a very beautiful damsel with qualities wanted by every man.my beauty knew no limits as i was could make the toughest of hearts melt cuz of my beauty. Till today,i believe my beauty could be compared to that of “delilah” who made the great samson fall. I quickly applied my makeup and hurriedly left for my proposed faculty of learning. ____  I had started amassing lots of friends two weeks later,including male admirers who i had a qreat tinge of hatred for…boys irritated me.most of the boys were even afraid to talk to me cuz of my rudeness. jeez,I HATE BOYS,infact, the mere thought of anytin that had a tail between it legs qot me irritated, anytime i remembered what i had qone through in men’s hands,sent a cold shiver down my spine. I

Last night as I came back from work, tired as I was, she was by the doorstep like she had planned it all along. She knew the scripts and acted along very well. As usual of me being the quiet type, we had exchanged pleasantries and eye contacts, my dirty mind imagining all the very sexual things I could do with that petite sumptuous body of hers, I knew she was in heat but the fact that she was staying with her overbearing brother who doted on every step she took made life frustrating and miserable for her. The chill breeze from my windows was soothing as I lay on the bed; my mind was adrift, floating on thoughts so erotic, I could feel my manhood spring to action. I was horny and I wanted to get laid. But as much as I tried to remove my mind from the object of my erotic fantasies, her image kept flashing over and over again. The signals she sent strong like pheromones were too much to be ignored. She was new in the neighbourhood, and I was the silent killer, stealthy as a