Out of her bed she jerked. The alarm sounded just in time. She lets a yawn and thanks the Lord, for his grace to serve her another day. She has her bath and settles in front of the mirror. With her paintbrush she carefully outlines the beauty of God's creation. She gets a dress she has specially prepared, the type that makes her look like a queen- Specifically reserved for special events.
Glamour- check. Grace- check.
She steps out like a queen going on a tour. She turns left and right, looking for a neighbour to judge for not going to church. She steps in the church and catches the vibe. Her voice is loudest and she dances with an extra excitement. She's consumed by the passion of the worship and the holiness of His presence.
The priest climbs the pulpit and begins to preach. His sermons pierces directly into her heart. It takes her back to a day before, when she sweated under the thrusts of a man. When she moaned in pleasure as the rock-hard erection hit her cervix. When she moaned in the name of God as her climax took her to a realm of unparalleled ecstasy. Consumed with guilt, she becomes sober. She sinks in benediction and feels a tear drop. After service, she thanks God for absolution as she walks out of church, more sober than she came.
In the evening her phone bleeps. A message from the same guy she sweated under the previous days. He says "hey hun, will you be free tonight?". She thinks for a while and replies-
"Today is Sunday, let's see about tomorrow night".
BY KENECHUKWU VICTOR
Glamour- check. Grace- check.
She steps out like a queen going on a tour. She turns left and right, looking for a neighbour to judge for not going to church. She steps in the church and catches the vibe. Her voice is loudest and she dances with an extra excitement. She's consumed by the passion of the worship and the holiness of His presence.
The priest climbs the pulpit and begins to preach. His sermons pierces directly into her heart. It takes her back to a day before, when she sweated under the thrusts of a man. When she moaned in pleasure as the rock-hard erection hit her cervix. When she moaned in the name of God as her climax took her to a realm of unparalleled ecstasy. Consumed with guilt, she becomes sober. She sinks in benediction and feels a tear drop. After service, she thanks God for absolution as she walks out of church, more sober than she came.
In the evening her phone bleeps. A message from the same guy she sweated under the previous days. He says "hey hun, will you be free tonight?". She thinks for a while and replies-
"Today is Sunday, let's see about tomorrow night".
BY KENECHUKWU VICTOR
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