Hello, Nelly Diarian. Welcome to the second series of confession corner. If you missed the first one you can catch up here.

After the first confession series was published, I was swamped with DMs of people asking if the story was about me. I would like to reiterate that the Confession Corner on Nelly’s Diary is a safe, no-judgment space that allows you to share your darkest secrets, and fantasies anonymously. On that note, the second series is from a guy named TY, for the purpose of this confession you’re about to read.

My name is TY for short and I’m not ashamed to admit I am a gigolo. My close circle and even family members are aware of this. I never intended to tow this path but as they say, life happens so here I am.

Gigolo: a man living off the earnings or gifts of a woman, especially a younger man supported by an older woman in return for his sexual attention and companionship.

I have always been attracted to older ladies. My first girlfriend was a close friend of one of my maternal cousins that stayed with us during her IT. I was in secondary school, SS2 to be precise. Amy was really beautiful and also very intelligent. She knew I had a crush on her. She had caught me severally staring at her and I had to admit my feelings towards her one evening when she visited. 

Although she professed her feelings towards me, she didn’t fail to remind me of the age difference. I still remember our first kiss and every other romantic moment we shared for about four months before my cousin had to go back to school. I lived and breathed Amy. We kept talking until distance tore us completely apart.

After a while, she stopped picking up my calls and responding to my messages. It was the era of 2go chat. Suddenly, I could no longer reach her on the phone. She stopped using the 2go chat as well. I was heartbroken. I didn’t know how to ask my cousin about Amy. We were not particularly close. It still beats me how she never suspected anything. 

I managed to move on after a while. I had to prepare for WAEC and JAMB and there were other distractions. Amy taught me almost everything I needed to know about pleasing a woman. I became the bad guy mothers warned their daughters to beware of. No, I wasn’t irresponsible; so far from it. I was among the best-graduating students in my secondary school and gained admission to study electrical engineering, a course my father choose for me because his best friend’s son was also studying electrical engineering. In the university, I never dated ladies in the same age group or year as me. As far as I was concerned, they were babies and came with a lot of drama. 

So how did I find myself on this gigolo side of life? It was after my NYSC. I managed to get a pretty decent job in an engineering firm in Lagos after about 3 months of job hunting. You can call me lucky because it was from that small engineering firm that I experienced a financial breakthrough. I had followed my boss for a business pitch where the MD of that company had taken a particular interest in me. Even my boss noticed it as he teased me about it when we were finally awarded the contract.

Mrs. M as she fondly called was in her late 40s but had the body of a woman in her mid-twenties. She was a divorcee with two sons who lived abroad with her ex husband. She spoiled me with everything money could buy when I finally became her boy toy. I finally left the engineering firm for a bigger one through her connections. I started living large. I moved to a four-bedroom apartment in Lekki which she rented. She got me my first car. We travelled overseas together. Some of the trips were business meetings and others were romantic getaways.

My family members got wind of my romantic activities with this woman. At first, my father thought that I was involved in some fraudulent activities even though he knew I had a very good job but that wasn’t enough to fund my extravagant lifestyle. It was a jealous childhood family friend that had hinted to my family about Mrs. M. My mother threatened to visit my lover, to give her a piece of her own mind. At some point, she believed that I was bewitched because why would I prefer to be with a much older divorcee when there were a plethora of more beautiful, much younger women to choose from? 

I was about 28 years when Mrs. M was diagnosed with cancer and had to relocate abroad. My house rent was almost due and of course, I couldn’t afford to renew the rent myself. I entered survival mode. I needed to maintain the status quo. I couldn’t imagine ‘falling from grace’. I was already used to my baby boy lifestyle. I decided to relocate to Abuja to start a new life after I lost my job. Well, I expected it as soon as the management of the firm I worked with was changed. The only thing that I had to my name was the latest Ford Edge that Mrs. M had gifted me on my 27th birthday barely a year before she relocated abroad for medical care.

It’s been five years that I have been living in Abuja, officially. I met wealthy women, but they were nothing close to Mrs. M. Those ones showed me shege. But the money was good so I endured. Now I am involved with another equally beautiful middle-aged woman, who only needs my services whenever her husband is out of the country. She pays me a monthly salary which isn’t bad at all. She also doesn’t mind if I’m in a relationship as long as I’m always available whenever she wants me.

I’ve been under pressure from my family to settle down. I’ve tried getting into a relationship with younger women but it has been a very stressful experience. I am not used to being billed. I can’t relate to paying for dinner nights or shopping other than getting birthday gifts. The last lady I got into a talking stage with was literally a charity case. I had to block her number. 

I finally got into a relationship with this very amazing woman. I must admit that she is a rare one. She somehow found out that I was a gigolo. At first, she seemed okay with it but as the relationship progressed into something more serious, she wants me to quit. She has given me a two-month ultimatum. I have fallen in love with her and plan to propose to her soon but I just can’t see myself leaving my sugar mummy. Maybe my mother is right, I need deliverance.

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