Episode 3: MY EXPERIENCE WITH ABUJA SÚGAR MÚMMI£S 🥒♥️👉👌🔞 Episode 3: The Second Flame Mrs. K came into my life like a thunderstorm in dry season. She was nothing like Mrs. T. While Mrs. T was calm, sensual, and sophisticated — Mrs. K was wild, sharp-tongued, younger in both age and energy. She was divorced, powerful, and walked into rooms like she owned the floor and everyone on it. I met her at a rooftop party in Maitama. One of those high-end events where the champagne flows, the music hums low, and the women wear silk like second skin. Mrs. T had invited me, but left early for “a board meeting in the morning.” I stayed behind, half-tipsy, legs spread, sipping Hennessy with my shirt half-open. She walked in wearing a tight emerald green gown that hugged her body in all the right places. High heels, dark lips, and eyes that locked with mine like she’d already decided what she wanted. I knew I was in trouble when she said, “I hope you’re not Mrs. T’s handbag. She’s not the type to share.” I laughed nervously. She didn’t. Then she leaned in, whispered into my ear: “But I am.” That night, she took me to her penthouse apartment — a glass box in the sky overlooking Abuja. From the moment we walked in, she became someone else. She kissed like she wanted to consume me — biting, tugging, pulling my clothes off like she was angry at them. She pushed me onto the couch, got on her knees, and showed me what it meant to be worshipped by a woman who didn’t need you but wanted you badly. No words. Just heat. Wet, hungry heat. She climbed on top of me, grinding slow with no underwear beneath her dress, her eyes never leaving mine. “Don’t fall in love,” she whispered, her voice hoarse, as she rode me hard and fast, her nails scratching down my back. “That’s not what this is.” And yet… her hands trembled when I touched her face. Her moans softened when I slowed down, kissed her neck, and whispered her name like it meant something. We climaxed like strangers desperate to forget who we were — loud, fast, messy. Afterward, she lay beside me, naked and satisfied, and asked, “How long have you been with T?” I hesitated. She smirked. “You boys are never loyal. But it’s fine. I won’t ask you to choose. Abuja has many beds. You’ll warm mine whenever I say.” And so I found myself trapped between two worlds — one slow, sweet, and dangerously emotional. The other wild, thrilling, and shameless. Mrs. T offered me comfort, structure, a dangerous kind of intimacy that was beginning to taste like love. Mrs. K offered me chaos, heat, and the kind of sex that left me broken and breathless. I was living every young man’s fantasy — money in my pocket, two powerful women calling my name, and a growing addiction to pleasure. But something was shifting. My nights became heavier. My conscience, louder. I missed real laughter. Missed a woman calling me babe, not boy. I missed holding someone and not being told when to leave. I missed the simplicity of love — real love, with flaws, fights, and forgiveness. One evening, as I left Mrs. K’s penthouse with a swollen lip and scratch marks on my chest, I passed a young couple on the street. They were holding hands, walking barefoot, laughing like the world was soft. That night, in my room, I broke down. Not because I was ashamed of the s*x. But because I’d sold something sacred — my freedom to love — for the illusion of power and pleasure. Moral Lesson: Young men, I won’t lie to you. The life I lived was thrilling. S*x so good it made you dizzy. Money that came fast and clean. Gifts. Clothes. Power. But it came at a price. You become a tool. A toy. A shadow of yourself. Your heart starts to rot from the inside, little by little, every time you say yes when your soul screams no. And to the young women searching for love in older pockets — know this: money can buy attention, lust, and a night of pleasure. But it can’t fill your emptiness. It can’t kiss your forehead and mean it. It can’t sit through your breakdowns or wipe your tears after sex. Don’t mistake desire for devotion. Don’t confuse luxury for love. To be continued... Share to 20 Facebook groups to unlock the next episode. Written by Relationship Solutions Follow Relationship Solutions Backup Backup for more interesting r0mance stories #Relationship_Solutions