THE GIFT WITH A PRICE

Adorned with beautiful apparel, She catches the attention of all, both male and female. Her body glitters like pure quartz from a feldspar mine and she walks with such authority that makes the mere man quiver like a slave.

None would look at her and not yearn to have a second glance, or maybe a third and a fourth. Her presence commands attention even in the busiest of places and all men, especially those who aren't men enough crave her sweetness and would give all to have a taste of her sumptuousness.

She, like every other, was a creation not different from the rest, but her beauty, elegance and commanding presence makes her a "goddess" amongst men and every man was willing to give away his ego and pride in order to worship her Royal Majesty.

The men gist and tell fantasies of how often they have undressed her in their heads and, taking her to clouds beyond her imaginations while also getting their own incomparably sweet satisfaction. How they wish and hope that someday, they would have a bite of her sweetness.

As time went on, tales of how easy it was to catch her attention and get her bedded spread through town like a wild uncontrollable fire eating thatched roofs with fury. This gave men hope and each man had no other plan than to have his own bite of her awesomeness and brag of his escapade thereafter.

And so it went, every man was lucky, or so to say. The gate of her thighs were wide open to all who cared to take a walk through them and every man who walked through it came out fulfilled and with a renewed ego. The men felt more manly and looked at those who didn't take that walk as though they were boys..

They all were from different walks of life, separated by tribe, religion, beliefs, standards and culture, but united by the passageway of her honey-pot, for all men who went through her have formed a brotherhood of doom as she harbors hell and spiritism between her thighs..

She still walks around town in elegance, unbothered by all the gossips and all hearsays. All who took the walk through her kept bragging about having their share of the spoils, but to her, she had gotten a taste of them all, beaming with pride of how they all had been victims of the misfortunes she carries.

In a nutshell, guys,not all free gifts are worth jumping at. In the real sense, no gift is ever free. There is always a hidden price for everything we receive. That girl cheap, make we sef chop am, that's exactly the way we all form a bond of brotherhood of doom and carry what's not ours..

Be careful!!! 

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