Religious Love (6 page)

              No more words were said nor time wasted; it was now or never. In the middle of the day the freaks that were supposed to come out at night; made the raunchiness known to any and everyone who may have walked passed room 913.

              I took off my garments when I got to my panties he helped me as I lifted my ass and came up out of them guys.

              “I’m taking these panties home,” Lee stated.

              He folded them up and laid them on the table next to the burning candles.

              Lee rubbed his long and plump cock up and down my pussy lips. I gasped for breath. I needed him to enter me; like the earth needs gravity to keep the world spinning on its axles without throwing things out of balance.

              He slid inside of me gently opening me up until my essence filled the room. It had been so long since I had been touched for real; the pressure was just too much for my tight pussy to handle his strong thrust. I felt my vaginal walls fill with water. I uncontrollably spit him out and squirted all over us. 

              He beat my clit like a drummer boy with his penis. I had a female ejaculation and cried out for more of that good dick. He slid back in and went to work. I talked so much shit that it made my nipples hard as a rock.

              “Fuck me King,” followed by a well meant, “thank you!”  

              I remember that cocky look on his face. It was more than confident, if it could talk it would say, “What’s that shit you were talking?”

              My eyes closed quickly as I enjoyed every stroke, every kiss on my toes and every touch from his masculine hands encrypted my thinking and nature took its deadly course, Lee killed the pussy.

              It was dead with dryness; he screwed out every ounce of my juice like fresh squeezed orange juice that met a thirsty set of lips in the break of dawn. The nympho in me resuscitated my pussy as his thumb seduced my clitoris until my body shook with sexual chemistry; I melted like butter and spilled all over the sheets.

              “Turn around and assume the position,” Lee demanded.

              “Um,” I got on all fours, tooted my ass in the air and arched my back.

              Lee crossed his hands, grabbed my waist from both side and gave the doggy style position a new name. His hand shot my ass like a bombs and guns fired at a soldier’s funeral. I sounded off in sensually painful, pleasurable cries. I knew I was about to be sexually murdered by the hands of Lee’s cock. Through all of that it still didn’t stop the groove.

              I looked over at my phone as it lit up, my mother wanted me to take her running around doing some errands. Shit, I ignored all twelve of them calls until Lee and I’s mission was accomplished for now. He got up and hit the shower while I did what I had to do with my folks.

              I was rushing, I knew what I had waiting on me in side of room 913. I said my peace and banged out so I could get banged up by my dearest Lee.

                I got back to the room, pussy still pulsating and leaking into my panties. I knocked on the door, Lee opened it, and I took off my clothes, walked intimately over to the red couch. I sat across from my only lover; he was looking damn good to me.

              I licked my lips; my mind wondered; seduction has made my eyes sensually squint though we’re watching T.V. I want to get bent over the arm of this red couch.

              Greedily, I know we just fucked; but I rarely get my lovers touch. I wanted some more of his good dick. It was so good; I wanted to take and get it molded from the sex store.

              I open my leg’s just enough for my camel toe to peek through the side of my white panties revealing the fuzz on my peach pie.

              I gently rub my fingers up and down his foot.  He then looks at the mountain that sat well fitted between my inner thighs. No words were expressed as he flips me on my back like two heavyweight wrestlers fighting for the championship. My strong Leo the lion, my King goes fuck mode in full attack.

              Room 913 filled with sounds only fuckers could identify with; in my mind, “Oh shit this is it?”

              My back was embedded in the couch; he drilled me so good after his dick was in my hot wet mouth. He made my pussy spit; I grab my legs and spread them “V” formation.

              He drilled deeper into my funnel and water released like a broken levy.

              “Thank you King, for knowing how to fuck me,” I squealed in pleasure.

              “Shut up and take this dick!” He said as he put my toes into his mouth.

              I took the dick and enjoyed the fact; I was blessed with a man whom had some competitive stamina just as high as mine. Damn!

              He roared as I purred; then he thumbed my spur; I love this man and it shows whenever we sexually converse in these moments; our bodies collide I want to be his nasty nurse His exclusive; private dancer. His cum toilet, sex slave, only love until I’m dead in the grave and his voice of reason! The formula of loves chemistry; his minister and life flow.

              “Fuck me harder, King fuck me.”

              His strong back pushed the dick deeply into my cervix until it hit rock bottom. I started to grind heavily as I pulled him closer; trying to get his balls and all inside of my pussy. I was unsuccessful the dick was too damn big.

              The sounds of wet pussy, slapping against hard dick and the headboard pounding the wall filled the room. I started to cum so hard I thought I was literally going to pass out.

              I hear my bridle party scuffling around and calling my name; I’m having an endearing moment that I selfishly refuse to come out of, hell it’s my day. If you took my picture, my smile would be as huge as a Cheshire cat.

              My mother is nudging me back to reality because I was being rude to my party. If they only knew; they’d probably shut up and let me enjoy the sweetest taboo.

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              “Ladies what you have is a woman who is in love. This is so rare and pure that the Lord smiles even when they come together as intimate as worship; it’s pleasing to the creator. Just like worship it is private and we don’t need to know all the details.” Pearl explained to Olivia.

                            “I get it mama Pearl.” Olivia nodded her head and drinks the rest of her water.

                            “I don’t think that you do get it, Olivia. It’s easy to share discretions to one another when there is no meaning behind the two individuals. There is no remorse when we as women can exchange stories and talk about our greatest and not so great sexual encounters. But when the value of a man; is so phenomenal with worth and substance. Who would give out all the dirty details?” Pearl gave a quick soliloquy expounding on honoring the bedroom in secrecy and respect, by dropping wisdom on how to keep your big mouth shut.

                            Olivia got and attitude, “So are you telling me that there is no honor in my marriage because I share sex stories with my friends?”

                            Peal interjected, “That’s exactly what I’m telling you. Why do you think you and that fella of yours stay in so much mess? You got your so called friends sizing him up, dropping seeds of discord and drama in your life.

                            Let me tell you this and I’m going to leave it alone. I’m telling you this because I love you as if you were my own daughter. Look back at all the arguments you and him have had in the past; they all have been surrounded by one of your friends dropping salt. Now you tell me if I’m lying.” Pearl stressed the fact woman to woman, about their marital problems.

                            “Nah you’re not lying,” She put her head down in shame in tears behind mama Pearls hurtful truth as she looked suspiciously at Tammy; her other ace in the hole.

                            “Girl despite what the world may think I’m your friend. When things look fishy, I’m not going to hesitate to tell you.” Tammy defended herself is such a way that it exposed the obvious to everyone in the room except Tammy.

                            Pearl just shook her head at the dishonor Tammy boldly displayed. She realized that this generation had no real code of conduct in the term friendship; it was a term that was lost, right along with its cousin named loyalty.

Chapter 13: Through the Eyes of Pearl

              For those of you that have not been formally introduced, my name is Pearl. Denien is my daughter whom I love very much with all of my heart. For those of you that do know me, you know that I and my child have had some of the darkest moments in life. God has truly answered my prayer and I’m grateful that we are on good common ground.

              You ladies probably don’t understand a mother’s love. It may not seem like love at times; you can’t always go by what things may look like. We as women go through so much; growing up as children may not understand until you become an adult.

              I was not always there as a mother should be concerning proper provision of her child. My first marriage had me so gone, introducing me to crack. I had an addiction that came first regardless of the needs of my children.

              I often beat myself up because of those regretful times and hardships in my life. Like my mother use to tell me, It’s never a regret because at one time; I wanted no matter how hard we as people will try to deny the fact.”

              She was absolutely right and I’ll never be combative or debate with her. We may not want to hear or like what our parents say.  One day we’ll experience the cold wisdom they displayed for our hard heads. If she was living today; I would bow and tell her how much she was right.

              I knew that my struggle with the white man’s drug had imprisoned me for 20 years of my life. I was its obedient slave. It told me to leave my children to fend for themselves; I left and obeyed my master. I worshiped my God and just like Jesus; nothing came before my time with crack.

              Through all of that I saw my daughter hold the fork down and fill my position. She never once talked back about taking care of her sisters. I was ashamed most of the time. I didn’t want them to see me strung out on drugs. I selfishly didn’t allow them to see me at all no matter how much they begged for their mother to be at home. The funny thing is that every time I would get faded, was when I thought of my babies the most.

              I thought about how Denien quit school because no one was there to manage her sisters. She would never get to experience the prom, graduate and become someone successful.  I stone cold cheated her out of any chance at life; no shot would find her.               You see ladies I cared; I just couldn’t fight my demons and they won every time. I was beaten, worn, a sinking ship just like the titanic. And the music I heard on the way to the bottom of the ocean was screeching violins.

      After many years of self-rehabilitation, I reached out to my daughter on several occasions. Some of those occasions, I let her down some kind of messed up way. The thing about my child’s heart is that it’s forgiving and patient, so I thought.  The last time I hurt her, she completely walked out of my life and it killed me.

              That day I vowed to never make her suffer by my hands never ever again, and I put that on God. It took me two years to get through to my child. One day through heavy prayer and fasting. She reached out to me. We have been tight ever since.

              That time apart it was Lee that picked up all of her pieces. She became a woman of so much substance. Lee was in a space with her that I’d never seen; he was in the middle of her heart.  When I tell you all, she was one of the hardest hearted people in the world. When it came to love she was always giving, but it was hard for her to receive it.

              I watched with my own two eyes’ a powerful transformation. Her eyes no longer were sad. Her smile wasn’t hiding behind anger and hurt. She was vibrant and had so much resilience to live, love and be loved.

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              He gave her a reason to believe in herself, dreams and goals. She picked up a pen and started to write. She talked about Lee with her actions by taking trips just to be in his presence. That was not like her.

              It was at that moment that I knew Lee was more than just a jump off. He had become her everything, made me proud. I wanted her to experience a love that was real. I’m not going to lie at first; I had my doubts because of the distance. There were times that I didn’t think they wouldn’t make it, but they fought through it all and we are here.

              I could remember those times when we gotten back close, she would be sad because the other piece of her heart was so many miles away. As her mother I knew; she didn’t have to tell me one word. She finally had gotten what she wanted but could not touch him, talk about a huge obstacle.

              I knew the love was real because she was unshakeable in her relationship. We could be out- and- about, and some nice men would try to get at her. She would always cut them down before things could even get started.

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              When I met Lee for the first time, he was everything a mother could want for her daughter. He had one of the biggest hearts a man could hold in his chest cavity. He was articulate, had some damn sense, and I loved the way he looked at my daughter.

              He really took her life by storm. I think it would be safe to say that she did the same for him. I remember her telling me that she knew he was her husband all those many years ago. God was right.

              When they moved in together life started to climb for them. Lee had got a 2.5 million dollar deal for his energy shots. Denien’s publishing company shot through the roof and she is now one of the most sought after producers not just in the USA but internationally.

              The most humble part was that they did it with the work of their bare hands. They got out there and pushed each other until both companies became visible to the world. They sold dinners, washed cars took second jobs until all that hard work paid off; money was working for them.

              Lee got his own talk show called “Straight from This Horse’s Mouth,” It was an outlet for the world to get a real raw and uncut perspective on the issues the world was scared to talk about. That power couple was hell because Denien produced the show and they kept all money in the family.

              They did the Brady Bunch thing and merged as a big family. Lee and Denien sat it up as to where they were able to give all their children a fresh start on independency by giving them the starter money for their own businesses. That’s a mother and fathers love. All five of them were ready to rock and roll with no excuses and the McPherson family had a combined net-worth well over 100 million dollars.

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              By the time they did all of that and the children cleared out of the house.

              I remember him pulling me off to the side excitingly. He made it clear that it was time, way pastime. He wanted to make this day a day to remember. I’ll let her tell you ladies the rest.