HOLY SEX Episode 10
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👩❤️👨 HOLY SEX EPISODE TEN: 💞
He walks back to his wife and resumes talking to other devotees. You walk down to the road to get a taxi. His face has embedded itself on your mind. You can see every bit of his face, the two lines on his forehead that becomes visible only when he is listening. The thick, well-shaped lips—kissable too. His eyes are like those of the dolls you had when you were a kid. You wonder why God spent a lot of time and resources creating just one man with more than what He would have used to make over twenty other men handsome.
On Wednesday, you go to Saving Grace Incorporated. You sit at the back but he says:
“Sister, ehm, What is your name, sister?”
“Zainab, Pastor.”
“Please come to the front, Zainab. Praise the Lord!”
“Halleluiah!” everyone choruses.
“We are here today as usual to thank and praise God for his deeds and to ask for mercies. We are here, brethren, because one of our members, who used to be devoted to this church and to the things of God is missing. Her name is Blessing. Her friend Zainab asks us to pray for her safety!’
The whole church stares at you as you walk briskly to the front pew and sits. You are sure that Pastor Samuel is blessed—with beauty and intelligence. His command of English language is impeccable and his knowledge of the bible, including the holy Quran, thrills you. You wonder if all those stories you hear about him are all rumors. You wonder.
After the service, you stay behind because it is courtesy that you say thank you. After all, he did pray heavily and at length for Blessing, breaking the chains of evil forces that may be holding her somewhere. At the back of the church where his car is packed, he says to you:
“Sister Blessing. Your friend must be proud of you.”
“Thank you, Pastor. I was worried, but now my heart is at peace.”
“Not to worry, Sister. God will make a way. I can give you a ride if you want.” He is opening his car door already.
“I will find my way, Sir.”
“I know you can, young lady. But I will give you a ride. I insist. We are Blessing’s friends. We must talk about her.”
You find yourself in the car. His hand rests on your lap as soon as you settle on the upholstered seat. Yes, on the bare skin of your lap. You inhale deeply. You feel a tingle on your womanhood. You begin to sweat even though the BMW is heavily air-conditioned. As he eases the car away from the church, he begins to talk about how devoted Blessing was to the church, and you find that you are directing him to your apartment. It is 8pm.”
TO Be Continued
