My First Intimate Experience

She was wearing a light pink silky dress — almost see-through, but not enough for me to see what I wished to see. Her breasts were perfectly shaped and incredibly tempting.

Standing at the door, I greeted her,
“Hello!”
She replied softly, “Hi Xigombe.”
Her voice was like that of an angel — sweet and gentle.

I invited her in. As she walked past me, I stood at the door, watching her from behind. Everything was so perfectly shaped; you know what a dress like that can do. My body betrayed me — I could feel my trousers tightening. She looked back at me and I quickly put my hand in my pocket and bent slightly backward, trying to hide my situation. Unfortunately, she had already seen it. She just smiled and said nothing.

I asked her to sit on the bed. She requested some music, saying she hated silence. Trying to be romantic, I played Benny Mayengani songs I had downloaded earlier that day. But she stopped me and asked for something deep. I didn’t know she meant deep house music — I thought she wanted deep words or feelings!

Just imagine: the girl I had dreamt of for so long, sitting with me in a room lit only by a dim light, deep house playing softly in the background. It felt unreal.

We sat on the bed, listening to music and talking. I kept complimenting her beauty. She seemed to enjoy it — moving her head gently to the beat, tapping one leg along.

By around 10 PM, she said she was tired of sitting and asked if she could lie down. I agreed and helped her take off her shoes. She moved back, resting her head against the wall.

I lay down next to her and turned to look straight into her eyes. We both fell silent, as if someone had pressed pause on us. She slowly ran her tongue over her lips — my heart knew it was time to be a man.

I moved closer, just a few inches apart now. Neither of us spoke. After a few seconds, I reached out and gently held her chin to pull her closer. Suddenly, she whispered my name — my heart stopped. I thought she would tell me to stop. But instead, she asked me to remove her earrings.

I carefully removed one, then the other. But when my hand reached her second ear, I didn’t pull back. Slowly, I placed my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her closer and closer.

And dear brothers and sisters, if only you paid this much attention when reading the Word of God — the Bible — once in a while, the world would be a far better place.

Can I get an Amen?

Whispers in Silk

She wore the night like silk so thin,
A secret wrapped in gentle skin.
Her voice — a whisper, soft and clear,
A stolen touch, a hidden fear.

Beneath the dim and pulsing light,
Two hearts awake in quiet night.
A gaze, a smile, an unspoken plea,
Two souls adrift on passion’s sea.

A trembling hand behind her ear,
A heartbeat loud enough to hear.
No words were needed, breath was prayer,
The room held all the secrets there.

And if we read our faith so deep,
As secrets lovers softly keep,
Perhaps this world would learn to mend —
Where whispers start and prayers end.

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