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Nurse Emem (18+
Tunde lay in his bed, it was dark outside. Soon he would be going home from the hospital. Another two days, the doctor thought. This was the second attempt they had had to fix his knee; broken two months ago after the 20-year-old had fallen from his bike. Now it was re-pinned and healing much better. That night Tunde couldn’t get to sleep though. There was only one thing on his mind and he couldn’t ignore it. It had been over two months since he had been able to have sex with his girlfriend. To make matters worse now, he felt like it and she was out of town for a week. Compounding these thoughts was the absolutely stunning night nurse who had delivered his meal and taken his evening temperature and pulse readings the night before. For some reason, he just couldn’t get her off his mind. The long shiny dark hair pinned back and flowing over her shoulders contrasting with the tight fitting white uniform. Her sexy body, small but bouncy breasts and hour glass figure. His mind wandered to how her hips swayed with every step she took. Then, there was the beautiful smile from those deep red lips, the deep look from dark sensual eyes and the smooth complexion of her pretty face. A sweet smell of perfume always filled the room as she entered; he would take in deep breaths through his nose to relish the sensation of her perfume after she left. Then there was that voice. Low and sexy. Every word sounded as though an angel spoke it. All of these factors had Tunde concentrating on one thing. Beneath the thin sheet that covered his body his dick stirred. Every time he closed his eyes he had a vision of that sexy nurse bent over him, his face close to hers. So vivid a vision was it that he could clearly make out her name tag with the name ‘Emem’ on it. Another nurse had brought him his food and recorded his progress that night. Tunde was aching for his night nurse to appear, just to confirm that someone that beautiful did really exist. He felt his hand wandering under the sheet, lifting the hospital gown to expose his hard dick. Slowly he rubbed over the hard pulsing muscle and then stroked it lightly between his fingers. Why was he thinking of his night nurse and not the equally beautiful Kemi, his girlfriend? Just as he was relaxing, thinking he could live his fantasy with a wad of tissues and his left hand the door to his private room opened. Artificial light flooded in, blinding Tunde as he tried to see who was there, at the same time pulling his gown down in the hope it would hide his raging hard-on. The door shut and the figure walked slowly toward his bed. It was the figure of a nurse, his nurse, Emem. “Are you awake Tunde?” the soft sensual voice asked in a whisper. “Are you having trouble sleeping?” “Um…yes,” Tunde replied, unsure what to say. “It’s getting late,” Emem said. He could smell her fresh perfume now, so sweet. “Are you in pain?” “Not exactly,” Tunde answered. “Just restless.” “Oh,” Emem responded. “Let me see what your heart is doing.” He hoped she hadn’t noticed the hard dick hidden under the sheet and gown. With that she held out a slender hand, her nails painted in glossy red paint, they glinted in the dim light that entered the room from the window. Tunde held out his arm in the reversed posture awaiting his pulse being read. Her touch was so soft and gentle. “Hmm…” she muttered softly. “Your heart is definitely racing a little. Nothing to worry about I think.” “Good,” Tunde smiled up at her beautiful face. He didn’t really hear what the nurse said, he was taking in all those beautiful features and again his dick was responding. “Some people find a bed bath soothing at this time. Shall I give you one now?” She smiled down at the young man. “Um…ok,” Tunde couldn’t believe it, a bed bath from this beauty. “Ok, I won’t be a moment.” Emem turned, Tunde watched those swaying hips and long slim legs all the way to the door. Again the hall lights blinded him as she left the room. He collapsed back onto the bed, a broad smile on his face and a throbbing under the sheet. A moment later the tall nurse opened the door, pushing a small trolley in front of her. Slowly she wheeled it over beside the bed. The smell of warm lavender scented water drifted up from the bowl on top of the trolley. Two towels and a sponge sat beside the bowl. Tunde reached out and switched his bed light on and blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light.
“Take your gown off please,” Emem asked as she prepared the trolley. Tunde didn’t hesitate he quickly slid the gown over his head from under the sheets.
Then he pulled himself up in the bed, still covering his bulging dick with the sheet. He blushed a little at the size of his dick, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to conceal it for long READ EPISODE 2
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Pastor’s Daughter II EPISODE 2
I and Victoria were at it that Sunday evening. Right there on my bed while my parents were in the living room. I had my hands under her skirt already and was reaching for her crotch with my fingers. I’m sure she wore that flail skirt so that access into the “promise land” wouldn’t be a problem. Her skin was smooth and soft as I caressed her, she had removed her blouse and I was faced with her lovely boobs. Her pink flowerey bra held them firmly on her chest and it was the cutest sight ever to me at that time. I was a bit shaky as I touched her boobs, my heart was pounding, I was sexually excited and scared at the same time.
I had experienced many sexcapades with Chioma but she was a maid. The lady that laid beside me almost nude and had me sucking at her nipples then was Victoria Ogunsele, Pastor Dayo Ogunsele’s daughter. If my Mom had been the type of person to barge into my room unannounced, I was quite sure fornication was the least of the crimes she would charge me with.
I realized my door wasn’t even locked while I sucked, Vickie was already dragging down my trousers and reaching in to handle my erect dick. The feel of her hands on my foreskin made me forget all about locking the door. She was massaing my dick as I lay beside her while we still kissed. The desire had reached a place where an orgasm was necessary to quench the sexual hunger we both had. I had managed to find a finger into Vickie’s coochie and was delicately handling her pussy lips while she moaned louder than before. My heart still beat with fear that we might get caught if she didn’t calm it down a little but I didn’t relent from handling her, I even did it faster to make her moan even more.
The sound of her wailing was good music to my ears and even enraged my erection and made my dick throb harder and harder. Vickie then told me to “put it in…put it in now” I knew the time was ready for the action to begin, just before I went ahead, I remembered the whole pregnancy affair that had happened with Chioma and knew that I had to prevent such a thing from happeneing again.
Fortunately. I had bought Gold Circle condoms from Pharmacy very far away from where we lived (just so I wouldn’t get recognized) and I’d hid it under my bed. I brought out one, tore off the wrap and put it on as Vickie lay there, looking at me. Her eyes widened when she realized the full spectacle of my cock and I went on ahead and asked her a stupid question when I saw that. “Is it too big?” she chuckled and said no then she told me to come and lie on top of her. I did that.
We were both looking into each other’s eyes and with her hand, she directed my cock deep into the warmth of her pussy. When my dick had gone halfway in, she closed her eyes and gasped then let out a soft moan and began moving her hips. I took that as my cue and started thrusting slowly at first. My hip moved in rhythm with hers for a while before I began to feel those sweet sensations in my loins again and let the whole feeling go through my body. The bed was beginning to creak as I thrust faster, my sheathed cock sliding in and out of her very wet coochie.
Vickie seemed to be getting much more pleasure than I was as she held me tight and moaned louder with each thrust. And before long, her first orgasm washed through her as her pussy clenched hard on my dick and her fingers grabbed my T-shirt. She had her eyes shut tight and her legs wrapped around me as her hips undulated uncontrollably. I had never done it with a condom before. Mine was taking much more than it should have. So I pushed my dick harder and faster into her, letting my flesh slam against hers with much vigour that my whole senses seemed to have left me and my only intent at the time was to arrive at my own climax. Suddenly Vickie tapped me repeatedly on the shoulder and said…
“Joe…Joe, your Mom is calling you!” *All names used are fictional, any resemblance is merely coincidental.
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Pastor's Daughter Episode 1
After that first episode with Chioma, we started fucking all around the house like newly weds. Every moment we were alone, we would be in each other’s arms, either totally nude with me thrusting hard and fast into her or partly clothed while she sat on my dick and rode me joyfully. Sometimes she would be in the kitchen preparing dinner and I’d sneak in behind her and grab her ass. She would gasp and tell me to stop the act seeing that my parents were in the sitting room watching the 7o’clock news. I didn’t care, I just wanted to have more orgasms. And since I couldn’t go out and ask any other girl for it, I wanted to exploit my one and only source till it dried up like a well that had run out of water. Well, the well didn’t dry up, the blady thing moved outta town. We had been at our hide-and-smash game for a little more than 2 months when she suddenly became cold towards me. Every time I tried to initiate sex, she would refuse. She started locking her door before she slept so I couldn’t sneak into her room anymore. Once while she was bathing and I walked naked into the bathroom with the full glory of my erection in view, feeling like a walking Greek sculpture, she screamed at me and told me to leave. Even threatened to say to my folks that I tried to rape her if I refused to leave. My very last attempt was when I tried to do the “kitchen sneak” on her. I had tiptoed to where she stood busy with what she was doing and slid my hand beneath her skirt, reaching for her crotch with my fingers and trying to slid a finger into her when she’d turned around quickly, brandishing the knife she’d been chopping carrots with, intending to cut my head off. I’d quickly dodged and the knife had slightly cut me just at the side of my face. I stepped back with fear as she pointed the knife at me with a scowl on her face to show she had meant it. I was angry, but at the same time, didn’t want to do anything that would attract my parent’s attention towards Chioma and I. After that incident, I never attempted to touch her again. It wasn’t until a few days later when I came back from School to hear my Mom screaming at the top of her voice at Chioma. I later eavesdropped on the conversation, I realized that she had caught Chioma vomiting into the toilet at the early hours of the morning. From what I’d watched from numerous nollywood movies at the time, I realized then that Chioma was pregnant. At first, the news hit me with such dreadfulness that I just went into my room and sat on my bed, wishing that all the events of the past few weeks never happened. That first orgasm, the many after it, all the sexcapades we had enjoyed. The slamming and the thrusting, the damn porn CDs Angela had given to me. I just wanted to undo everything. If Chioma was pregnant, then the seed within her was surely planted by me. It never occurred to me that someone like Chioma could be letting other dicks that were not mine to penetrate her coochie. In my childish mind back then, she was mine alone. Only I had access to that sweetness between her legs, I had thought. I had believed she was too humble and too obedient to my Mom to actually be fucking other guys while she stayed with us but it became clear to me, when she mentioned the name of two guys she’d slept with under much lashing of whip by my mother. She never mentioned mine, and I just kept my mouth shut while she was being forced to spill the whole truth. At the end of it all, she had to leave. My mom told my dad that she was never getting another maid, which meant my doing of house chores returned. This time, I didn’t complain. I obeyed my mother’s every command, just like the bible said I should. Like I was trying to please God so he wouldn’t reveal the grave secret of my sinful acts with the now departed Chioma. I think that was the reason. With Chioma gone, I had returned back to where I was, the miserable loner who couldn’t have a girlfriend. The boys in my class still told stories of their sexual deeds. I had one to tell as well and felt that I should, but I kept my mouth shut and just listened but the more I listened, and thoughts of Chioma came to me, my mind just wasn’t at rest. I had a boner every time I saw a lady that appealed to my sexual senses. I bought a porn CD each week, after watching it and jerking off to it, I would destroy it. My libido had become something else. And every time I laid eyes on a pretty lady, sexual thoughts would get in my head that very moment. I was beginning to wonder if something was wrong with me. In Church the next Sunday, the pastor preached on sexual immortality and how to overcome it. I listened with much rapt attention and hoped to overcome the constant urges that I had to sleep with any lady I set my eyes upon. If I hadn’t been such a shy guy who couldn’t even have a decent conversation with ladies, talk less of goading them into having sex with me, I wonder how many I would have slept with at such a “tender” age. At the end of the Pastor’s sermon, I felt renewed and assured that I could resist the desires of the flesh. Well, that thought was held strongly to heart by me until a few minutes later when I saw somebody I hadn’t seen in a while. Victoria, the Pastor’s third daughter, she had just returned from her boarding school located in a far away state for the holiday. I hadn’t seen her in seven years, the last time I saw her, she had liked me so much that she had kept asking me to marry her. We’d been kids back then, and every time it got to play acting as “mommy and daddy” we were always together. We’d create a small room with benches and use sheets to make a door, both creep into our “bedroom” and do some things meant for adults only. All in the name of acting but it didn’t end there, whenever we were alone, she would reach for my member which was quite bigger than it should be at the time and squeeze it. I had no idea what she was doing but she told me she’d seen people do it. I didn’t care much for sexual matters at that age and time. On seeing her at the church that Sunday, I wondered if she still had such feelings for me. I would find out later, when the daughter of the Pastor came visiting, all by herself. My parents were home when she came and I were in the kitchen, still trying to atone to God for my misdeeds with Chioma. I was surprised when I saw her and wondered the kind of courage she had to come to our house on her own. My mom didn’t see anything wrong in it though. We caught up on old times while she sat there in the sitting room sipping the juice I’d offered her. Suddenly she asked that we go to my room, I saw a glint in her eyes which suggested that what I’d been thinking must have been true. I was worried about taking her to my room with my parents around, but I did as she asked. Vickie jumped on my bed the moment she entered my room and immediately threw this question at me… “So tell me about your girlfriend” She inquired “Huh?” was what I could reply. “I said you should tell me about your girlfriend or you want to lie that you don’t have one?” She added I was surprised at how she brazenly asked me such a question, and stammered when I replied that I really did not have a girlfriend. She still didn’t believe me. “Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked in return. “I stay in a boarding school, Federal Government Girls College. There are no guys there so I can’t have a boyfriend. You attend a day school, with boys and girls and you have your own room. You want to tell me you haven’t been sneaking her inside here?” she asked with a smirk. I swallowed when I remembered Chioma. “No, I haven’t. I can’t sneak a girl here when my parents are around.” “But your parents don’t know I’m in your room, do they?” she still had that smug look on her face when she asked this. “No, they don’t but they know who you are and so it’s not a big deal. You’re the pastor’s daughter and my very good friend” “So that’s what I am to you abi, Joe? The pastor’s daughter, very good friend” I frowned and observed her for a minute, She was sitting at the edge of the bed now with both hands on her side. Legs closed together, in a black flail skirt. She was wearing a body-hugging blouse, and I noticed her boobs had grown quite big. I saw the look on her face again, like she was expecting me to do something. I just sat on my plastic chair across her and thought for a while before answering her last question. “But are you not the pastor’s daughter and my very good friend anymore?” I asked slowly She looked at me and sighed deeply. I just continued observing her, wondering where the conversation was leading. Out of nowhere she asked me a mind- blowing question… “Are you a virgin?” My eyes widened and my lips parted wondering what the heck was going on “Why are you asking” I replied “Tell me jorr” She replied I observed her for a bit. “No, I’m not” “Wow, cool. Tell me about it” she said asked excitedly. Even if she had a gun to my head, there was no way I was telling her about my first time with Chioma. She pleaded and pleaded, but I refused. It was my turn to ask her if she was a virgin, she told me she wasn’t, and I was surprised and not surprised at the same time. I had suspected she wasn’t, but the fact remained that she attended an all-girls boarding school. I didn’t bother asking her to tell me about it though, we just sat there in total silence and awkwardness for a few seconds. Right then, I heard the voice of “Evil Joe” for the very first time… “Do you know you’re an idiot? How can you be so stupid? Look at a lady that used to kiss you and squeeze your dick seven years ago now grown up and swollen in the right areas asking you about your girlfriend and if you’re a virgin and you’re pretending like you don’t know what she came here for. Nigga you better behave yourself now and do what you’re supposed to before I…” I didn’t allow Evil Joe to finish before standing up and walking to where Vickie sat on the bed, and sitting beside her. I put my arm around her slender waist and spoke with my softest voice and came up with my best sentence at that moment. “I missed you, Vickie. Ever since you left, I always thought about you and wished that I would see you again. Maybe I don’t have a girlfriend because I’ve been waiting for you.” with that last sentence, she turned to look at me, and I saw desire in her eyes. I slowly brought my lips to hers and kissed her while I was there trying to be as gentle as ever, Vickie grabbed me and we both fell on the bed. Her hands were all over me, dragging at my t-shirt and reaching for my bare body. She moaned with each kiss, her sexual voice filling my ears and fueling my desire. She reached for my crotch and squeezed my enlarged cock. I found her boobs and squeezed them through her bra. I fondled her hard nipples just as she squeezed my cock. The whole thing was heated up, like we wanted to each tear each others clothes away and do it totally nude, but it kept occurring to me that my parents were at home, and I didn’t want to get caught fucking the Pastor’s daughter on a Sunday evening. A plan came to my head…
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BATTLE 3
I decided that night that I had had enough of Kenny's erratic behaviour and we needed counselling. I waited for him to come home the next morning but he never showed up. I called him around noon when I was getting worried but he did not pick my call. I got a text shortly after saying, ''I am quite surprised you are looking for me. Don't worry, I am fine. Don't let me distract you from God''.
I decided it was time to seek counsel from my pastor's wife. As I sat down with Mummy as we normally call her that evening after a word of prayer and recounted the full story of our challenges from the beginning of the fasting period. I was quite hopeful that I will get solutions on the next step to take. Mummy looked at me and shook her head as I showed her the last text I got from Kenny from my phone. ''Sister Lola, what does the Bible say about our parents and honour?'' ''Honour your father and mother, that your days might be long'' I quickly replied wondering why we were talking about my parents when it was my marriage that needed healing. ''Do you remember when you came to me and decided you wanted to marry this young man who was barely a baby in the lord.
I warned you to look for giants in the spirit. If you had honoured my words, surely the days of your marriage would have been long'', she said with obvious annoyance. ''I am sorry mummy, I love my husband and I think he loves God too'' ''He loves God? You are still defending his actions? A man that cannot agree with you in prayer? That will not deny his body to feed his spirit? She asked me. ''I am sorry ma'' I quickly said. Mummy was known for her short temper and I did not want to get on her bad side. ''Anyway the deed has been done. We need to find a way forward. You see the devil is not resting. He is obviously seeking to devour your marriage. Remember the scripture in Ephesians 6: 12 says, we wrestle not against flesh and blood but against principalities, against powers and against the rulers of the darkness of this world. The battle is not with your husband. It is a fight in the spirit''. ''Okay ma'' I said. ''The devil knows this fast is going to liberate your marriage and he wants to stop it at all cost. The flesh will be satisfied eventually but you need to be spiritually fortified first. So make sure you complete it in total consecration to God''. ''Okay ma.
What do I now do about his refusal to come home ma?'' ''Oh don't worry Lola, he will come home. He is like the prodigal son, he will surely return. Let us pray my dear''. By the time I left my pastor's house after about two hours of prayer. I felt stronger and better. Kenny was just over reacting and I was definitely on the right course. I just needed to keep praying and not let me faith be shaken. When I got home and met Kenny relaxing in the sitting room, it confirmed to me that everything mummy said was correct since he returned like she had prophesied. As the days passed things got more estranged. Kenny stopped going to our church and demanded I move to this new church he found. Of course I vehemently refused. It is important to be grounded and not church belly- hopping. I got daily text motivations from my mummy in the lord and that just encouraged me. Finally the last day of the 100 days came and it was announced in church that couples should endeavour to attend together since there was going to be an all night prayer. I begged and pleaded with Kenny but he adamantly refused. I went to church alone that night and prayed every prayer possible. My joy knew no bounds the next morning because I knew that all the fight I had been having with Kenny was finally going to be over. I was going to make sure we had as much sex as he .......
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BATTLE 3
I decided that night that I had had enough of Kenny's erratic behaviour and we needed counselling. I waited for him to come home the next morning but he never showed up. I called him around noon when I was getting worried but he did not pick my call. I got a text shortly after saying, ''I am quite surprised you are looking for me. Don't worry, I am fine. Don't let me distract you from God''.
I decided it was time to seek counsel from my pastor's wife. As I sat down with Mummy as we normally call her that evening after a word of prayer and recounted the full story of our challenges from the beginning of the fasting period. I was quite hopeful that I will get solutions on the next step to take. Mummy looked at me and shook her head as I showed her the last text I got from Kenny from my phone. ''Sister Lola, what does the Bible say about our parents and honour?'' ''Honour your father and mother, that your days might be long'' I quickly replied wondering why we were talking about my parents when it was my marriage that needed healing. ''Do you remember when you came to me and decided you wanted to marry this young man who was barely a baby in the lord.
I warned you to look for giants in the spirit. If you had honoured my words, surely the days of your marriage would have been long'', she said with obvious annoyance. ''I am sorry mummy, I love my husband and I think he loves God too'' ''He loves God? You are still defending his actions? A man that cannot agree with you in prayer? That will not deny his body to feed his spirit? She asked me. ''I am sorry ma'' I quickly said. Mummy was known for her short temper and I did not want to get on her bad side. ''Anyway the deed has been done. We need to find a way forward. You see the devil is not resting. He is obviously seeking to devour your marriage. Remember the scripture in Ephesians 6: 12 says, we wrestle not against flesh and blood but against principalities, against powers and against the rulers of the darkness of this world. The battle is not with your husband. It is a fight in the spirit''. ''Okay ma'' I said. ''The devil knows this fast is going to liberate your marriage and he wants to stop it at all cost. The flesh will be satisfied eventually but you need to be spiritually fortified first. So make sure you complete it in total consecration to God''. ''Okay ma.
What do I now do about his refusal to come home ma?'' ''Oh don't worry Lola, he will come home. He is like the prodigal son, he will surely return. Let us pray my dear''. By the time I left my pastor's house after about two hours of prayer. I felt stronger and better. Kenny was just over reacting and I was definitely on the right course. I just needed to keep praying and not let me faith be shaken. When I got home and met Kenny relaxing in the sitting room, it confirmed to me that everything mummy said was correct since he returned like she had prophesied. As the days passed things got more estranged. Kenny stopped going to our church and demanded I move to this new church he found. Of course I vehemently refused. It is important to be grounded and not church belly- hopping. I got daily text motivations from my mummy in the lord and that just encouraged me. Finally the last day of the 100 days came and it was announced in church that couples should endeavour to attend together since there was going to be an all night prayer. I begged and pleaded with Kenny but he adamantly refused. I went to church alone that night and prayed every prayer possible. My joy knew no bounds the next morning because I knew that all the fight I had been having with Kenny was finally going to be over. I was going to make sure we had as much sex as he .......
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BATTLE 3 I decided that night that I had had enough of Kenny's erratic behaviour and we needed counselling. I waited for him to come home the next morning but he never showed up. I called him around noon when I was getting worried but he did not pick my call. I got a text shortly after saying, ''I am quite surprised you are looking for me. Don't worry, I am fine. Don't let me distract you from God''. I decided it was time to seek counsel from my pastor's wife. As I sat down with Mummy as we normally call her that evening after a word of prayer and recounted the full story of our challenges from the beginning of the fasting period. I was quite hopeful that I will get solutions on the next step to take. Mummy looked at me and shook her head as I showed her the last text I got from Kenny from my phone. ''Sister Lola, what does the Bible say about our parents and honour?'' ''Honour your father and mother, that your days might be long'' I quickly replied wondering why we were talking about my parents when it was my marriage that needed healing. ''Do you remember when you came to me and decided you wanted to marry this young man who was barely a baby in the lord. I warned you to look for giants in the spirit. If you had honoured my words, surely the days of your marriage would have been long'', she said with obvious annoyance. ''I am sorry mummy, I love my husband and I think he loves God too'' ''He loves God? You are still defending his actions? A man that cannot agree with you in prayer? That will not deny his body to feed his spirit? She asked me. ''I am sorry ma'' I quickly said. Mummy was known for her short temper and I did not want to get on her bad side. ''Anyway the deed has been done. We need to find a way forward. You see the devil is not resting. He is obviously seeking to devour your marriage. Remember the scripture in Ephesians 6: 12 says, we wrestle not against flesh and blood but against principalities, against powers and against the rulers of the darkness of this world. The battle is not with your husband. It is a fight in the spirit''. ''Okay ma'' I said. ''The devil knows this fast is going to liberate your marriage and he wants to stop it at all cost. The flesh will be satisfied eventually but you need to be spiritually fortified first. So make sure you complete it in total consecration to God''. ''Okay ma. What do I now do about his refusal to come home ma?'' ''Oh don't worry Lola, he will come home. He is like the prodigal son, he will surely return. Let us pray my dear''. By the time I left my pastor's house after about two hours of prayer. I felt stronger and better. Kenny was just over reacting and I was definitely on the right course. I just needed to keep praying and not let me faith be shaken. When I got home and met Kenny relaxing in the sitting room, it confirmed to me that everything mummy said was correct since he returned like she had prophesied. As the days passed things got more estranged. Kenny stopped going to our church and demanded I move to this new church he found. Of course I vehemently refused. It is important to be grounded and not church belly- hopping. I got daily text motivations from my mummy in the lord and that just encouraged me. Finally the last day of the 100 days came and it was announced in church that couples should endeavour to attend together since there was going to be an all night prayer. I begged and pleaded with Kenny but he adamantly refused. I went to church alone that night and prayed every prayer possible. My joy knew no bounds the next morning because I knew that all the fight I had been having with Kenny was finally going to be over. I was going to make sure we had as much sex as he ....... go for next episode don't forget to hit the LIKE and SHARE below your COMMENTS and FEEDBACKS are very important https://withsammy..com

BATTLE 3 I decided that night that I had had enough of Kenny's erratic behaviour and we needed counselling. I waited for him to come home the next morning but he never showed up. I called him around noon when I was getting worried but he did not pick my call. I got a text shortly after saying, ''I am quite surprised you are looking for me. Don't worry, I am fine. Don't let me distract you from God''. I decided it was time to seek counsel from my pastor's wife. As I sat down with Mummy as we normally call her that evening after a word of prayer and recounted the full story of our challenges from the beginning of the fasting period. I was quite hopeful that I will get solutions on the next step to take. Mummy looked at me and shook her head as I showed her the last text I got from Kenny from my phone. ''Sister Lola, what does the Bible say about our parents and honour?'' ''Honour your father and mother, that your days might be long'' I quickly replied wondering why we were talking about my parents when it was my marriage that needed healing. ''Do you remember when you came to me and decided you wanted to marry this young man who was barely a baby in the lord. I warned you to look for giants in the spirit. If you had honoured my words, surely the days of your marriage would have been long'', she said with obvious annoyance. ''I am sorry mummy, I love my husband and I think he loves God too'' ''He loves God? You are still defending his actions? A man that cannot agree with you in prayer? That will not deny his body to feed his spirit? She asked me. ''I am sorry ma'' I quickly said. Mummy was known for her short temper and I did not want to get on her bad side. ''Anyway the deed has been done. We need to find a way forward. You see the devil is not resting. He is obviously seeking to devour your marriage. Remember the scripture in Ephesians 6: 12 says, we wrestle not against flesh and blood but against principalities, against powers and against the rulers of the darkness of this world. The battle is not with your husband. It is a fight in the spirit''. ''Okay ma'' I said. ''The devil knows this fast is going to liberate your marriage and he wants to stop it at all cost. The flesh will be satisfied eventually but you need to be spiritually fortified first. So make sure you complete it in total consecration to God''. ''Okay ma. What do I now do about his refusal to come home ma?'' ''Oh don't worry Lola, he will come home. He is like the prodigal son, he will surely return. Let us pray my dear''. By the time I left my pastor's house after about two hours of prayer. I felt stronger and better. Kenny was just over reacting and I was definitely on the right course. I just needed to keep praying and not let me faith be shaken. When I got home and met Kenny relaxing in the sitting room, it confirmed to me that everything mummy said was correct since he returned like she had prophesied. As the days passed things got more estranged. Kenny stopped going to our church and demanded I move to this new church he found. Of course I vehemently refused. It is important to be grounded and not church belly- hopping. I got daily text motivations from my mummy in the lord and that just encouraged me. Finally the last day of the 100 days came and it was announced in church that couples should endeavour to attend together since there was going to be an all night prayer. I begged and pleaded with Kenny but he adamantly refused. I went to church alone that night and prayed every prayer possible. My joy knew no bounds the next morning because I knew that all the fight I had been having with Kenny was finally going to be over. I was going to make sure we had as much sex as he ....... go for next episode don't forget to hit the LIKE and SHARE below your COMMENTS and FEEDBACKS are very important https://withsammy..com

BATTLE 3


I decided that night that I had had enough of Kenny's erratic behaviour and we needed counselling. I waited for him to come home the next morning but he never showed up. I called him around noon when I was getting worried but he did not pick my call. I got a text shortly after saying, ''I am quite surprised you are looking for me. Don't worry, I am fine. Don't let me distract you from God''. I decided it was time to seek counsel from my pastor's wife. As I sat down with Mummy as we normally call her that evening after a word of prayer and recounted the full story of our challenges from the beginning of the fasting period. I was quite hopeful that I will get solutions on the next step to take. Mummy looked at me and shook her head as I showed her the last text I got from Kenny from my phone. ''Sister Lola, what does the Bible say about our parents and honour?'' ''Honour your father and mother, that your days might be long'' I quickly replied wondering why we were talking about my parents when it was my marriage that needed healing. ''Do you remember when you came to me and decided you wanted to marry this young man who was barely a baby in the lord. I warned you to look for giants in the spirit. If you had honoured my words, surely the days of your marriage would have been long'', she said with obvious annoyance. ''I am sorry mummy, I love my husband and I think he loves God too'' ''He loves God? You are still defending his actions? A man that cannot agree with you in prayer? That will not deny his body to feed his spirit? She asked me. ''I am sorry ma'' I quickly said. Mummy was known for her short temper and I did not want to get on her bad side. ''Anyway the deed has been done. We need to find a way forward. You see the devil is not resting. He is obviously seeking to devour your marriage. Remember the scripture in Ephesians 6: 12 says, we wrestle not against flesh and blood but against principalities, against powers and against the rulers of the darkness of this world. The battle is not with your husband. It is a fight in the spirit''. ''Okay ma'' I said. ''The devil knows this fast is going to liberate your marriage and he wants to stop it at all cost. The flesh will be satisfied eventually but you need to be spiritually fortified first. So make sure you complete it in total consecration to God''. ''Okay ma. What do I now do about his refusal to come home ma?'' ''Oh don't worry Lola, he will come home. He is like the prodigal son, he will surely return. Let us pray my dear''. By the time I left my pastor's house after about two hours of prayer. I felt stronger and better. Kenny was just over reacting and I was definitely on the right course. I just needed to keep praying and not let me faith be shaken. When I got home and met Kenny relaxing in the sitting room, it confirmed to me that everything mummy said was correct since he returned like she had prophesied. As the days passed things got more estranged. Kenny stopped going to our church and demanded I move to this new church he found. Of course I vehemently refused. It is important to be grounded and not church belly- hopping. I got daily text motivations from my mummy in the lord and that just encouraged me. Finally the last day of the 100 days came and it was announced in church that couples should endeavour to attend together since there was going to be an all night prayer. I begged and pleaded with Kenny but he adamantly refused. I went to church alone that night and prayed every prayer possible. My joy knew no bounds the next morning because I knew that all the fight I had been having with Kenny was finally going to be over. I was going to make sure we had as much sex as he .......
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