📖𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃-𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 📖 ✔️

CHAPTER 13

             Chapter 13

            Lamais's pov

"Ohhhhhhh sssss," I moaned.

  Cushane was eating me out and I love it, I came to a shaking climax and he lift his head to my face and kissed me. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue and squeeze him tightly.

  "Let's go cleaned up," he said and I got up.

  His pants front was soaking wet and he tried to hide it as we walk to the bathroom, he leave me to use the bathroom and wipe away all the wetness from my vagina and legs. My lips were swollen and pink and I wish he would ask me to marry him so I wouldn't feel so guilty about my burning desire for him. He was wearing a different joggers when I came out of the bathroom and he walked me down to my car after I slid on back my underwear.

  I went straight into the shower when I arrived home, after talking to him I knelt down at my bedside and ask God to help me. I should have gone on contraception two days ago when my period had finished, I thought as I lie down thinking about how good my body felt yet burning for a deeper fulfillment.

  I read my bible and pray for most of the next day, Shanty brought in my delivery of church hats and ask for the church keys. I admired them for a while then began praying again, the need for Cushane was great to the point of me aching. My prayer was mainly asking God to not let my desires affect my ministering, grandma had told me that sex was a part of life and I should get married so that when nature calls I could answer and still be spiritual whilst attending church. She use to stress that sex was not a bad thing and it didn't stop you from worshipping has some people claims, I'm not perfect and I have feelings after all I told myself.

  I got up and began cooking dinner, in between that I seasoned seven large bale of chickens and close them, the loud music system over by the church came on and I heard the technician testing the microphones. Kemar came inside the kitchen and hands me the basket of seasonings and fruits he had collected from the garden out back, I told him to get the hand-truck and carry over the bales of seasoned chicken and stack them in the large freezer in the church kitchen store room then lock it and bring the key back to me.

   That evening I went and checked that everything was in place for the following night, my robes were being pressed by Shanty as I sat by the baptismal pool on the sacred platform on the rostrum. I miss my grandma, I could tell her how I'm feeling right now without being ashame and knowing she would talk with me- giving me the best advice she could. She was never one to judge and ask me not to do so either, but to use good judgment in important circumstances.

  Shanty sighed the short distance where she stood ironing and I glance over at her. "Why are you crying?" She ask looking at me.

"Umph," I sighed wiping at my eyes and face.

  I hadn't even realize I was crying. "I miss mama," I said when I saw her still looking at me moments later.

  "You aren't the only one my dear, take heart she's looking down on us from heaven," she said forlornly.

   I smile, Shanty sometimes sound like grandma, I guess being around a person everyday for long periods of time does that. She took all the ironed robes inside the office, there was a tiny dressing room behind it only for my use. The closet there only contains my robes, a skirt suit, face towels and three pair of shoes just in case I needed to change and the face towels are for my use during sermon. I also have a bathroom for myself and it is not for other visiting pastors or bishops, there are separate bathrooms for them and the congregation. It helps to prevent crowding at the bathrooms and also for those pastors who didn't want to mix with the congregation.