Divine Fasting, Silent Prayers, Lost Hope

Fresh out the shower on a quiet Friday evening, the scent of sandalwood and citrus clinging to my skin, I sat down and thought about you. Actually, I’d been praying for you for quite some time, fasting forty days for our Master to confirm whether I should continue seeking Him for marriage. I hadn’t even met you yet, and I had to ask if the preparations I’d engaged in while hoping for your arrival were all for nothing. Seeking the Lord because of who He is? The gym time and workouts? The abstinence? The aversion to and avoidance of porn? The sexual health supplements? Reading those books on marriage while being careful not to make marriage an idol? Even the stamina and strength exercises for my cock?

I’d initially thought I’d meet you while still in Texas, but something about this new place—perhaps the rugged beauty of the mountains—had me believing it was here we’d finally connect. Denver seemed promising, and I’d gathered a strong circle of friends here. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a simmering heat beneath my skin, a constant reminder of the long journey I’d taken, both physical and spiritual, to get here.

Too many hours meditating on His Word; too many prayers uttered for your wellbeing; too many squats, bench presses, deadlifts, and shoulder presses had been done; too many jelqs and squeezes had occurred in order to keep up my member’s sturdiness, firmness, and power, all for you. No. None of it was for nothing. I hadn’t prayed through years of guilt about healthy masturbation and the enjoyment of my own body as God’s masculine creation in preparation for your arrival for all of this to be for nothing. My devotion was genuine, a burning fire fueled by a longing that ran deeper than mere lust.

I was a man, undeniably so, and I was yours. The thought sent a pleasant shiver through me. The scent of my own sweat mingled with the lingering fragrance of the shower, a primal reminder of my readiness.

Again, I thought about you—how you would enter the bedroom as I sat, drying off. A stiff breeze, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth, was all it took for my African American brown-skinned Texas boy’s manhood to stand up. Even at the thought of you, there I was…just READY. You’d walk in, stand in front of me, and slowly strip out of my favorite sweats and t-shirt you’d put on just to have my smell near you. They weren’t sexy in the least bit, but Victoria’s Secret couldn’t dress you better than my clothes, hoping to evoke the same feeling of anticipation in me. All I needed to see were those beautiful breasts and small, pointed nipples pressing against the inside of my shirt. And the very thought of the crease of my sweats finding its way in between those sumptuously soft but firm ass cheeks of yours would already have my thick, veiny cock leaking pre-cum.

Sure enough, glistening fluid was already running down my shaft. Baby, you know it doesn’t take much for me. A healthy, strong body, celibacy, and penis exercises had their perks—and you were about to get ‘em. The physical preparation had been rigorous, pushing me to my limits, both mentally and physically. It wasn’t just about physical strength; it was about mastering my own desires, taming the beast within, and focusing all that energy on the singular purpose of becoming worthy of your love.

You’d take charge because you knew I loved it when you led me where you wanted me. Stepping toward me and out of the clothes that surrounded your feet, you placed your hands on my bare shoulders and slowly pushed me back. I grabbed the base of my girth, holding it for you in anticipation of penetrating your slightly-haired pussy from which several clear drops had already fallen. But, no. You moved my hand and continued advancing your pelvis toward my face, and I grew even more beside myself as I breathed in the aroma of your wetness. I groaned as your pussy lips lingered slightly above my mouth, you teasing me by keeping your gift just out of reach of my tongue. Finally, you lowered yourself onto my lips, and I unhurriedly went to work.

Your labia and clitoris in my face…it’s all I could do for my cock not to become a fountain of cum. I grabbed hold of your buttocks, feasting on your pussy as you played with your tits. I heard your moans and tasted your cream as you moved back and forth across my eager mouth. You began spasming, and I couldn’t wait for what was about to happen. My dick convulses in anticipation of your release, but no—not yet. I couldn’t cum yet. I Kegel hard and suppress it, calming myself just a bit. Then, you gave me my reward.

Your nectar flowed from your pussy, covering my entire face. I tried to drink it all in; I wanted every ounce of you. The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to consume me. It was a testament to my dedication, a validation of all the sacrifices I’d made, all the discipline I’d endured.

Your ascent from my face was disheartening until, with the most beautiful of approving smiles, you said, “Good boy. Now, my husband, time for something else.” The words sent a jolt of electricity through me. It was the confirmation I’d been craving, the seal on my efforts.

I sat up at the foot of the bed, my head and torso still turned toward you. On all fours with your ass toward me was one of the most stunning positions I ever got to see you in. All the more, you arched your back, causing your vagina to be put on full display. Even the sun wasn’t so glorious. You pulled apart your soaking wet lips; they shone with the residue of your recent squirt.

I took my place behind you, my length bobbing and playing at your womanhood. You looked back at me and, with the softest voice, commanded me to be gentle. “I’m not sure I can handle all of it yet.” I thought, Maybe tonight you will.

I took my time getting inside, pulling out and pushing in a few more centimeters each time. Though you were cautious, you liked to be stretched, and I thought, Thank You, Lord, for jelqs. My girth opened you wide. I would never hurt you intentionally. I’d do anything to prevent your pain. So, I was exceedingly gentle. But, you pleasantly surprised me when you breathlessly mentioned, “I want all of you inside me, baby.” I didn’t shove it in because that was too fast. No, I wanted to feel your walls expand. At last I was in, my balls pressed against your clit. I let myself marinate in you for a few seconds before we got into a rhythm.

Stroke after stroke after stroke had caused your vagina to coat my penis in your cream. Where we were once slow, we’d found our stride. But, dare we go faster? I didn’t want to hurt you, and with this being the first time you’d taken all of me, vigor could cause problems.

But I needed you. I wanted you. I had to show you how much I loved you.

I took the lead just this instant to carefully flip you over onto your back. This time, there was no sounding your pussy for several minutes. I was all the way in within seconds. You gasped with closed eyes and a smile. “Yeeeeeeesssssssss,” you whispered, grabbing my ass and pulling me deeper into you.

I kissed your neck and lips before placing my head next to yours and began stroking you long and hard. The sounds of our bodies clapping against one another filled the entire house. The air crackled with unspoken desires, with the raw energy of our mutual pleasure.

Through short breaths, you uttered, “I love being full of you,” and I thanked God above for allowing me to be your husband. I took advantage of our physical worship to show you this aspect of the man who’d proud to be in covenant with you. Your moans and passionate screams told me my forceful, potent thrusts were delightful. Giving your vagina the pounding I’d always wanted to give you put me just inches from Heaven.

My balls tightened up, retracting, and I felt that initial wave that said this would be a release like none other. I tried to Kegel down, but nature refused to bend its will to mine. It was a beautiful, chaotic surrender. Then, you gave me my reward.

Your nectar flowed from your pussy, covering my entire face. I tried to drink it all in; I wanted every ounce of you. The overwhelming sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating, a complete immersion in your pleasure.

Your ascent from my face was disheartening until, with the most beautiful of approving smiles, you said, “Good boy. Now, my husband, time for something else.”

I sat up at the foot of the bed, my head and torso still turned toward you. On all fours with your ass toward me was one of the most stunning positions I ever got to see you in. All the more, you arched your back, causing your vagina to be put on full display. Even the sun wasn’t so glorious. You pulled apart your soaking wet lips; they shone with the residue of your recent squirt.

I took my place behind you, my length bobbing and playing at your womanhood. You looked back at me and, with the softest voice, commanded me to be gentle. “I’m not sure I can handle all of it yet.” I thought, Maybe tonight you will.

I took my time getting inside, pulling out and pushing in a few more centimeters each time. Though you were cautious, you liked to be stretched, and I thought, Thank You, Lord, for jelqs. My girth opened you wide. I would never hurt you intentionally. I’d do anything to prevent your pain. So, I was exceedingly gentle. But, you pleasantly surprised me when you breathlessly mentioned, “I want all of you inside me, baby.” I didn’t shove it in because that was too fast. No, I wanted to feel your walls expand. At last I was in, my balls pressed against your clit. I let myself marinate in you for a few seconds before we got into a rhythm.

Stroke after stroke after stroke had caused your vagina to coat my penis in your cream. Where we were once slow, we’d found our stride. But, dare we go faster? I didn’t want to hurt you, and with this being the first time you’d taken all of me, vigor could cause problems.

But I needed you. I wanted you. I had to show you how much I loved you.

I took the lead just this instant to carefully flip you over onto your back. This time, there was no sounding your pussy for several minutes. I was all the way in within seconds. You gasped with closed eyes and a smile. “Yeeeeeeesssssssss,” you whispered, grabbing my ass and pulling me deeper into you.

I kissed your neck and lips before placing my head next to yours and began stroking you long and hard. The sounds of our bodies clapping against one another filled the entire house. The air crackled with unspoken desires, with the raw energy of our mutual pleasure.

Through short breaths, you uttered, “I love being full of you,” and I thanked God above for allowing me to be your husband. I took advantage of our physical worship to show you this aspect of the man who’d proud to be in covenant with you. Your moans and passionate screams told me my forceful, potent thrusts were delightful. Giving your vagina the pounding I’d always wanted to give you put me just inches from Heaven.

My balls tightened up, retracting, and I felt that initial wave that said this would be a release like none other. I tried to Kegel down, but nature refused to bend its will to mine. It was a beautiful, chaotic surrender. Then, you gave me my reward.

Your nectar flowed from your pussy, covering my entire face. I tried to drink it all in; I wanted every ounce of you. The overwhelming sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating, a complete immersion in your pleasure.

Your ascent from my face was disheartening until, with the most beautiful of approving smiles, you said, “Good boy. Now, my husband, time for something else.” The words sent a jolt of electricity through me. It was the confirmation I’d been craving, the seal on my efforts.

I sat up at the foot of the bed, my head and torso still turned toward you. On all fours with your ass toward me was one of the most stunning positions I ever got to see you in. All the more, you arched your back, causing your vagina to be put on full display. Even the sun wasn’t so glorious. You pulled apart your soaking wet lips; they shone with the residue of your recent squirt.

I took my place behind you, my length bobbing and playing at your womanhood. You looked back at me and, with the softest voice, commanded me to be gentle. “I’m not sure I can handle all of it yet.” I thought, Maybe tonight you will.

I took my time getting inside, pulling out and pushing in a few more centimeters each time. Though you were cautious, you liked to be stretched, and I thought, Thank You, Lord, for jelqs. My girth opened you wide. I would never hurt you intentionally. I’d do anything to prevent your pain. So, I was exceedingly gentle. But, you pleasantly surprised me when you breathlessly mentioned, “I want all of you inside me, baby.” I didn’t shove it in because that was too fast. No, I wanted to feel your walls expand. At last I was in, my balls pressed against your clit. I let myself marinate in you for a few seconds before we got into a rhythm.

Stroke after stroke after stroke had caused your vagina to coat my penis in your cream. Where we were once slow, we’d found our stride. But, dare we go faster? I didn’t want to hurt you, and with this being the first time you’d taken all of me, vigor could cause problems.

But I needed you. I wanted you. I had to show you how much I loved you.

I took the lead just this instant to carefully flip you over onto your back. This time, there was no sounding your pussy for several minutes. I was all the way in within seconds. You gasped with closed eyes and a smile. “Yeeeeeeesssssssss,” you whispered, grabbing my ass and pulling me deeper into you.

I kissed your neck and lips before placing my head next to yours and began stroking you long and hard. The sounds of our bodies clapping against one another filled the entire house. The air crackled with unspoken desires, with the raw energy of our mutual pleasure.

Through short breaths, you uttered, “I love being full of you,” and I thanked God above for allowing me to be your husband. I took advantage of our physical worship to show you this aspect of the man who’d proud to be in covenant with you. Your moans and passionate screams told me my forceful, potent thrusts were delightful. Giving your vagina the pounding I’d always wanted to give you put me just inches from Heaven.

My balls tightened up, retracting, and I felt that initial wave that said this would be a release like none other. I tried to Kegel down, but nature refused to bend its will to mine. It was a beautiful, chaotic surrender. Then, you gave me my reward.

Your nectar flowed from your pussy, covering my entire face. I tried to drink it all in; I wanted every ounce of you. The overwhelming sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating, a complete immersion in your pleasure.

Your ascent from my face was disheartening until, with the most beautiful of approving smiles, you said, “Good boy. Now, my husband, time for something else.” The words sent a jolt of electricity through me. It was the confirmation I’d been craving, the seal on my efforts.

I sat up at the foot of the bed, my head and torso still turned toward you. On all fours with your ass toward me was one of the most stunning positions I ever got to see you in. All the more, you arched your back, causing your vagina to be put on full display. Even the sun wasn’t so glorious. You pulled apart your soaking wet lips; they shone with the residue of your recent squirt.

I took my place behind you, my length bobbing and playing at your womanhood. You looked back at me and, with the softest voice, commanded me to be gentle. “I’m not sure I can handle all of it yet.” I thought, Maybe tonight you will.

I took my time getting inside, pulling out and pushing in a few more centimeters each time. Though you were cautious, you liked to be stretched, and I thought, Thank You, Lord, for jelqs. My girth opened you wide. I would never hurt you intentionally. I’d do anything to prevent your pain. So, I was exceedingly gentle. But, you pleasantly surprised me when you breathlessly mentioned, “I want all of you inside me, baby.” I didn’t shove it in because that was too fast. No, I wanted to feel your walls expand. At last I was in, my balls pressed against your clit. I let myself marinate in you for a few seconds before we got into a rhythm.

Stroke after stroke after stroke had caused your vagina to coat my penis in your cream. Where we were once slow, we’d found our stride. But, dare we go faster? I didn’t want to hurt you, and with this being the first time you’d taken all of me, vigor could cause problems.

But I needed you. I wanted you. I had to show you how much I loved you.

I took the lead just this instant to carefully flip you over onto your back. This time, there was no sounding your pussy for several minutes. I was all the way in within seconds. You gasped with closed eyes and a smile. “Yeeeeeeesssssssss,” you whispered, grabbing my ass and pulling me deeper into you.

I kissed your neck and lips before placing my head next to yours and began stroking you long and hard. The sounds of our bodies clapping against one another filled the entire house. The air crackled with unspoken desires, with the raw energy of our mutual pleasure.

Through short breaths, you uttered, “I love being full of you,” and I thanked God above for allowing me to be your husband. I took advantage of our physical worship to show you this aspect of the man who’d proud to be in covenant with you. Your moans and passionate screams told me my forceful, potent thrusts were delightful. Giving your vagina the pounding I’d always wanted to give you put me just inches from Heaven.

My balls tightened up, retracting, and I felt that initial wave that said this would be a release like none other. I tried to Kegel down, but

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