Religious Love (8 page)

              I say all that not to make you feel jealous or envious towards love. What I will convey; when God tells you something, he is a man that cannot lie. You can take his word to the bank and cash it; it will not bounce.

              Wait for love; obey what the creator is telling you to do concerning your partner. If you want love, sow it to your mate. Do you want sweet peace? Display peace by staying peaceful in the most chaotic circumstances with your partner. If you want comfort; you comfort your mate.

              We mess up always expecting our partner to do all the reaching out; while we wait for a point of contact. Don’t do that; it’s damaging nor is it fair. Love with all that you have to give excluding selfishness.

              There will be time where you want to give up because it looks like there is no change. In those times remember the voice of God and pray for your mate. There is nothing more hurtful than to live in anxiety when the Creator has already spoken.  What I do know is that he doesn’t make any mistakes.

              In our time apart; I made sure to working on me as a person so I could give him my best even at the worst of times. I worked on my attitude. I let go of my past; all of it including the hurt. I moved forward in my journey with Lee.

              I love that man as if my name was love and cupid was the tattoo artist. I moved with its force; the bow and arrow had me addicted to his love. I shed a lot of tears even prayed more than I was supposed to. I was determined that nothing was going to hinder my relationship even if the hindrance was me; out of fear.

              I got myself out of the way and allowed God to take the wheel. He wanted to make me happy. God’s was rewarding me for all the suffering, reaped in my dark days of growing pains. The experience was more than I can handle; but God’s rain was being poured all over me. And I didn’t want to come inside of my dry places ever again.

              There are times when I think about that man; I get moved to tears. I’m blessed with my Boaz, the king of my heart and the lover of my soul. I wouldn’t have it any other way because God gave me the desire of my heart. It took God 14 years to work on us, establish us, and allow us to trust each other; most of all to love the ugliness that sat deep down in our core.

              I will say this and I have to go get married. Love has no limits, distance, heartache and most of all love has no failure. It makes sense when everything in your life doesn’t seem to add up like tough math problems.

              Wait on God again I say wait on god!  Now clean your faces. Let’s powder up and enjoy my day!

              My bridle party was moved with hope, restoration concerning love was fluent and we did our finishing touches. We lined up at the door, called the children back to the room. Then we marched as love paved the way for our union.

              I stood with every emotion that could fill my mind. The organist played
“Here Comes the Bride.”
I smiled at the people. As I looked at the back of their heads, they stood in honor and love.

             
Sonny, my step-father grabbed my shoulder and gave me a hug as his emotions started to drip from his eyes. “You ready baby girl?”

              I wiped the tears from my father’s eyes, took my beautiful bouquet from his loving hands, extended my elbow and locked it with his.              

              Before I answered; I sighed wishing that Lee Sr. could be here to see this glorious moment. I never got the chance to meet him.  But the way Lee would talk about him; I got the chance to experience Sr. I felt a sweet wind cut across my shoulder and I knew that Lee Sr. was here in spirit.

              “I’m so ready,” I said.

              We walked steady and gracefully down the aisle. I saw my love standing by the preacher and his best man. He smiled as I got one step closer to our long awaited victory.  I could hear his heart talking to him stating that he has made the perfect choice.

              Sonny gave me away, sat by our mothers Pearl, Elisha and Qwenette. I looked at all three of these women and was grateful that everyone got along, respecting their rightful places. All three came from tough backgrounds just in different situations; still it was tough for these women. They arrived into womanhood by being what I and Lee needed at this very moment; love, support so much acceptance and being active in our lives.

              We exchanged vows before our loved ones. It was the day that God sealed our covenant. We had the victory! We did what is rarely done. We stayed the course no matter how difficult it was maintaining some of our rockiest mountains; we stood at the top of Love Mountain proudly like a King and Queen standing over the pride; with proud spirits.

              We headed to the reception and got our party on. We both got the chance to be formally introduced to our relatives from afar. There was so much love, and we blended well as a whole. I looked around the room and noticed there was not an ugly soul in the building.

              Before Lee and I was presented to some and introduced to others; our daughter’s put together a presentation. It was one of their gifts for their father and me.  We stood behind the silver curtain exchanging kisses and fondling one another like we always would do; when no one was looking. I’m getting so wet and hot for my husband. The bulge in his pants showed me he was ready to rock and roll.

              I rub his bulge trying to get it to go down.

              “Bae” I laughed.

              “Keep on rubbing my cock and when the curtain opens; our people are going to get an eye full.” Lee said in his sex voice.

              My nipples got hard. I took some more sugar from his sweet lips, “I don’t care!”             

              “Oh you don’t care,” He bent me over the chair.

              He starts to go up my dress making me forget where in the hell we are at; fuck the reception. I want to screw Lee for the first time as my husband. I was ready to create one of many more spontaneous moments.

              “Um, no I don’t care King.” I released seductively in his ear.             

              He slid his fingers up and down my panties. I gap my legs and pulled them over to the side. He fingers me until I squirt in the palm of his hands. I turn around, drop my panties to the ground and slid them up under the chair with my foot.

              “Hell no, I don’t care.”

              I licked my sweet cum from the palm of his hand and gave him some greedy head. His tasty cum slid down my throat as I swallowed all of him. I make love to his balls until that sexy body, jerked from my mouthy pleasure.

              He pulled my hair, guiding my lips for a strong passionate kiss. I took off my tiara and shook my long locks a loose. He runs his fingers through my hair like a pressing comb with intentions to straighten me out.

              He picked me up, wrapped my legs behind his back and I grabbed him around the neck.

              “Take your pussy King; please take your pussy.”

              “I got you Queen!”  He rubbed his steel up and down my clitoris.

              I gyrated until I released; sultry juices slid down his shaft. I want my tongue to clean it up; every last drip drop.

              All of a sudden we heard African music that was so loud it scared his dick and it went soft. We scuffle to get our clothes back to the regularly scheduled program.

              “What the hell,” We both said simultaneously with contagious laughter.

              “Bae that’s our shit, listen to the music.”

              “Hell fuck yeah,” That’s our crank.

              We peaked through the curtain and the African dancers mimicked the scene from
‘Coming to America’.
The part when Hakeem was about to marry Imani before he went to America to sow his royal oats. It was an awesome rendition as we held each other and watched what our children had done for us.

              “They did the damn thing!”

              “Yes they did Lee, yes our babies did,” I agreed.

              When the music stopped, everything else silently stood still. Our son Brice grabbed the microphone.

              “Ladies and gentleman, I introduce to you the lovely bride and groom. Mr. and Mrs. Lee Bernard McPherson," He said with so much power in his voice.

              We strutted through the curtain horny as hell but we entered through it proudly and took our seats. We were having a royal moment; it was hard to take in at first. Our family stood and clapped their hands. They started throwing money at us paying homage to the traditions of an African wedding.

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              We ate and enjoyed our party. My appetite was fading fast, I wanted Lee. Being the silly woman that I am, my hand unbuckles his pants, pull out that cock, and start to jack his dick with my hands.

              He gave me a kiss, leaned back in the chair and let his wife handle her business. I got a thrill looking at his face; the way he licked his pink lips were always a turn on for me. His nectar shot off in my hand. I took it and displayed my nastiness by putting in my wine and drunk his baby batter.

              As nasty as it was; that shit turned Lee on, he grabbed my hand; “Forget this shit, party over.”

              I look at him bashfully, “what do you mean the party is over?”

              “You heard me, come on now!”

              He pulled me up from the table and we left our reception unnoticed without a trace. I know this is messed up but hey, at least they had a good old spanking time on us.

              We hopped into the Limo and made our way home. It was the first day that we would get to live in our new home. What better way to consummate this marriage by christening our mini-mansion.

              Lee got out of the pearl, Lincoln Navigator stretch limo, paid the driver, opened my door, grabbed my hand and escorted me out of the car. Het hit the back of the Limo. The driver eased down our driveway. You can hear the cans make noise on the concrete, all the way up the road.

              We walked up the stairs, “Honey we’re home!”

              My eyes lit up, he unlocked the door. “Yes King we are home.”

              My husband picked me up to carry me over the threshold. We kissed all the way up the stairs, with just enough tongue, to penetrate my g-spot. He carried me over the threshold of our master bedroom; gently putting me on my feet.

              The small-talk was left behind the curtain at our reception. No more words were spoken into the atmosphere. We already knew what time it was; it was Showtime.

              It was our moment. Lee and I promised not to have sex until we got married. Our time was now or never even though we had a couple of forever’s being as one. A moment of truth is about to be revealed, our 2yrs of celibacy comes to an abrupt end.

              Lee turned me around, kissed the nape of my neck and whispered into my ear, “I love you Mrs. McPherson.

              “I love you too Mr. McPherson.”

              He unbuttons all 112 buttons on the back of my wedding gown. Each button he kisses my back sweetly and intense; my moans erupt from my belly like living waters by his splendor caress.

              “It feels so good King.”

              “Let me love you, enjoy this moment Queen.” He continues to unbutton my gown as well as my nakedness.

              My elegant gown hit the ground and I step out of it, realizing my panties are still at the venue. We stare into each other passionately, cried and shared a tight embrace. The embrace had sweet love written all over our hearts.

              Lee kissed my belly button. I lightly rubbed his balled head in small circles pushing it down-town.  My pussy was so full of wetness, it sounded like black Velcro, as I opened up my meaty lips.

              “Good girl,” Lee slurped on my clit hungrily as I was his main coarse meal.

              He ate me out so well; my legs shake, knees buckle and I topple over his shoulders. My husband didn’t lose a beat and keeps serving his wife.

              He laid me on the floor and lifts my legs in the air. I wrap my arms around the back of my legs to hold my pussy open. I don’t want no interference as my Lord is about to run a touchdown.

              “Eat your pussy baby” I whisper and grab my hard nipples, indulging them in an erotic massage.             

              My pussy is his motivation; he roughly handles my clit like a pit bull. It hurts but all at the same time it feels good to my soul.

              Lee is making my pink bullet swell. I can feel my meaty pussy become tenderized by his saliva seasoning, steamed by his hot pussy breath. That thing is extra sensitive and I’m about to lose my mind.

              “Oh Jesus” I squeal over and over again.

              Lee put his hand over my mouth, “Jesus is not in the building.”

              He entered inside of me, immediately; the gush between my thighs is running fluently down my hairy legs. I grab his ass, my man is balls deep. His sex noises gave my hands a reflex condition. His broken skin is up under my fingernails.

              He’s releasing into my cervix; the overflow slid down the crack of my ass and hit the plush white carpet. Lee kept on pushing; his stamina was heavenly.

              “My turn,” I dominantly roll King on his back.

              “Do your thang Queen!” He locked his hands behind his head.

              I straddled my husband, pulled my knees as close to his chest as possible and rode my noble steed. He couldn’t help but give into my motion as his hands quickly change position. They wrap around my thick waist. His hands cup my ass. As I’m twerking on his cock; I release. He follows my league yelling out in pleasure. I pant heavily, a tear falls from my face.

              It was all over for me and Lee. I tried to get up off of him. But he made me stay in this position. His body jerked from the sensitivity our electrifying moment.  He put his hands on my full belly, which had a case of the “sex- aches” at the bottom from ejaculating so much. His eyes were closed in his moment of silence, his lips opened like a curtain revealing his radiant smile.

              “Now you can get your ass up,” He said.

              We shared a moment of laughter. He was quite the quirky comedian full of dry humor. I rolled over on the floor and lay in his chest. This moment is very emotional for me. Because I know Lee will have to leave in the morning to take care of business.              

              We enjoyed and drifted asleep. I woke up from the cool air that hit my derriere. It was so cold that cum-cubes were settling in the crack of my ass.  I got Lee, put him in the bed, buried us up under the covers and watched him sleep like a baby in my arms.

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              5: 00 came quick. He turned off the alarm clock. Bae grabbed the remote, turns the channel on ESPN and prepared to leave me for a spell. I don’t think that I will ever get use to us parting ways; even though we are married. His being away from me will always be a tough pill to swallow because of the way our relationship was built.

              Needless to say, my husband didn’t want any breakfast. He showered, got dressed and started on his way. We stood in the driveway as he let the truck warm up. I tried to keep from crying but I couldn’t hold back my tears.

              We gave each other a hug and kiss. My stomach filled with butterflies wishing, I could get in the car and ride out with my husband. He got in and I ran in the house looking pitiful like I lost my best friend. I cried and prayed, watching him drive off through our white blinds.

              Now, I wait again for my husband to come home. In the meantime, it’s back to business and keeping things on the right track until the head of my house returns. I’ll keep busy by submerging myself in work and loving on my beautiful children.

              Damn. I miss Lee already and he has only been gone for a whole 60 minutes. What in the hell is wrong with me? Absolutely nothing, I’m a blessed woman who God has granted the desires of her heart. No need of complaining I’m someone’s favor. God said he that find-eth a wife; find-eth a good thing.

              My feet do a holy dance. I can’t help but to give God the praise. I’m a good thing! Glory is to God.             

              “God you did it for me,” I weep in tears of Joy as I carry on with my life as Mrs. Leroy Bernard McPherson.

              I press rewind in my mind and listen to the vows I made to my King before my friends and family.

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I love you religiously for you have opened my soul to a whole new stratosphere of love that I didn’t know existed on earth. A love that I only thought was between the Angels and God; in their sweet place of worship. You make me feel like I can conquer the world. My life is far greater with you than without you. I must admit it took patience, a lot of love and trust; we made it through all the hell and heaven awaits us. I now stand before you my sweet King before our friends, family and loved ones. I’m honored as we move forward
together as one and I’m proud for us in this journey as we become Mr. & Mrs. Leroy Bernard McPherson