"OUR HOUSEMAID LIKES TO SLEEP IN MY ROOM WHEN MY MOM IS ON NIGHT SHIFT" 🥒🍎👉👌🔞
đź“Ť Location: Port Harcourt, Nigeria
EPISODE 1: “The Night She Touched My Chest”
My name is Chuka.
I’m 20. An only child.
My dad is no longer in the picture. He left when I was 10. Since then, it’s been just me and my mum — until Joy moved in.
Joy is our housemaid. She came from Bayelsa.
Curvy. Quiet. Maybe 24 or 25.
She started living with us last year after my mum’s best friend recommended her — someone to help with chores since my mum is a nurse and always working night shifts at the hospital.
At first, it was normal.
She cooked. She cleaned. She did laundry.
She called me “Oga Chuka” at first, then just “Chuka.”
But everything changed the first time my mum did back-to-back night shifts… and Joy knocked on my door at midnight.
It was raining that night.
You know the type of rain that shakes the roof and makes the compound dogs howl?
I was awake, scrolling through Instagram, when I heard a soft knock.
Then she opened the door gently — without waiting for a response.
“Chuka… can I sleep here?”
She stood there with her wrapper tight around her chest. No bra. Hair net. Barefoot.
I swallowed hard. “Why?”
She smiled small. “I'm scared of thunder… and the bulb in my room is blinking anyhow. It’s doing like horror movie.”
I looked at her. Then at the bed.
Then I moved my laptop to the floor.
“Okay. Just don’t snore,” I joked.
She laughed, came in, and lay down beside me. Not close… but not far either.
The air felt thick. Hot. My fan was spinning but I was still sweating.
Ten minutes later, she shifted closer.
Then closer.
Her thigh brushed mine under the blanket.
My heart beat faster.
“Chuka,” she whispered.
“Yes?”
She didn’t speak again. Instead… she placed her palm on my chest. Gently.
I froze.
“I’ve always liked how your body is strong,” she murmured, voice sleepy.
Before I could reply, her hand moved lower… towards my stomach.
Then under the blanket…
I know I should’ve stopped her.
She’s the housemaid. I live here. This wasn’t right.
But I didn’t.
That night, she didn’t leave my room until 4AM…
And when my mum returned from her night shift and asked if I slept well, I just nodded.
But that was only the beginning.
Because from that night on…
Joy began coming to my room more often.
Sometimes with an excuse.
Sometimes with none at all.
And every time… we went a little further.
🔥To be continued in Episode 2:
“She Took Off Her Wrapper… and Sat on My Waist”
❤️ Emotional Reflection:
What happens when lines get blurred in the house you grew up in? When someone meant to serve becomes the one you secretly crave?
✍🏽 A Piece of Advice:
Temptation can be quiet… innocent-looking… and live under the same roof.
đź“– Moral Lesson:
Even in pleasure, there are boundaries — and every action has its consequence.
đź“© Would you allow her back into your room if you were Chuka? Or tell your mum everything before it goes too far?
Shall I continue with Episode 2?
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đź“Ť Location: Port Harcourt, Nigeria
EPISODE 1: “The Night She Touched My Chest”
My name is Chuka.
I’m 20. An only child.
My dad is no longer in the picture. He left when I was 10. Since then, it’s been just me and my mum — until Joy moved in.
Joy is our housemaid. She came from Bayelsa.
Curvy. Quiet. Maybe 24 or 25.
She started living with us last year after my mum’s best friend recommended her — someone to help with chores since my mum is a nurse and always working night shifts at the hospital.
At first, it was normal.
She cooked. She cleaned. She did laundry.
She called me “Oga Chuka” at first, then just “Chuka.”
But everything changed the first time my mum did back-to-back night shifts… and Joy knocked on my door at midnight.
It was raining that night.
You know the type of rain that shakes the roof and makes the compound dogs howl?
I was awake, scrolling through Instagram, when I heard a soft knock.
Then she opened the door gently — without waiting for a response.
“Chuka… can I sleep here?”
She stood there with her wrapper tight around her chest. No bra. Hair net. Barefoot.
I swallowed hard. “Why?”
She smiled small. “I'm scared of thunder… and the bulb in my room is blinking anyhow. It’s doing like horror movie.”
I looked at her. Then at the bed.
Then I moved my laptop to the floor.
“Okay. Just don’t snore,” I joked.
She laughed, came in, and lay down beside me. Not close… but not far either.
The air felt thick. Hot. My fan was spinning but I was still sweating.
Ten minutes later, she shifted closer.
Then closer.
Her thigh brushed mine under the blanket.
My heart beat faster.
“Chuka,” she whispered.
“Yes?”
She didn’t speak again. Instead… she placed her palm on my chest. Gently.
I froze.
“I’ve always liked how your body is strong,” she murmured, voice sleepy.
Before I could reply, her hand moved lower… towards my stomach.
Then under the blanket…
I know I should’ve stopped her.
She’s the housemaid. I live here. This wasn’t right.
But I didn’t.
That night, she didn’t leave my room until 4AM…
And when my mum returned from her night shift and asked if I slept well, I just nodded.
But that was only the beginning.
Because from that night on…
Joy began coming to my room more often.
Sometimes with an excuse.
Sometimes with none at all.
And every time… we went a little further.
🔥To be continued in Episode 2:
“She Took Off Her Wrapper… and Sat on My Waist”
❤️ Emotional Reflection:
What happens when lines get blurred in the house you grew up in? When someone meant to serve becomes the one you secretly crave?
✍🏽 A Piece of Advice:
Temptation can be quiet… innocent-looking… and live under the same roof.
đź“– Moral Lesson:
Even in pleasure, there are boundaries — and every action has its consequence.
đź“© Would you allow her back into your room if you were Chuka? Or tell your mum everything before it goes too far?
Shall I continue with Episode 2?
Follow Hanningtone Mbolole for more interesting stories
Share to 20 Facebook groups so I can drop the next episode #everyoneă‚·ă‚š #explorepage #everyone #my #follower #followerseveryonehighlights
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