Must Read: The New Church Convert - Season 1 - Episode 5

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Must Read: The New Church Convert - Season 1 - Episode 5

My night was significantly troubled. My
thoughts were very laboured and I spent
most of my sleeping hours wondering what
next for me. I couldn’t deny the obvious
about my encounter with Michelle earlier
that day. In as much as I still never wished
to draw conclusions in my mind, I couldn’t
deny that I knew I was now dealing with a
woman that has been trapped by my
capabilities. Well, you could call it my
‘capabilities with the female body’. She
could see that I was simply a walking s*x-
god. I was formed to have s*x and I was
never going to be broken by it. Our lewd
chat has explained a lot to her. She was
eventually seeing a bronze stud who had
the tool to drive any woman to the topmost
of cities. Being an 8incher, and with the
thickness of your average human wrist, my
youth only spelt pure everlasting energy
and bliss! She looked like she desired to be
one of those women I had F***ed silly in the
past. One of those women I had helped
fulfil all their S#xual fantasies, despite the
failure of their husbands to do so. She
wished but then, she was the wife of a
pastor. In fact she was a pastor too. The
Assistant General Overseer of her church.

Such thoughts were never to be spoken
about. She was bound by her faith. She
was screaming to torn loose!

Our Tuesday meeting was extremely
facilitated. We had earlier scheduled to
meet the same time we did on Monday, but
I woke up seeing a new text on my phone
from her. She must have picked my
number from one of the convert-forms I
had filled the previous Sunday.

The message asked me if we could make our
meeting 10am. She claimed she would refer
other appointments to begin by 4pm so
that we could have enough time to (in her
words) ‘talk about our weaknesses’. She
was looking forward to our meeting and
asked me to inform her once I was about
reaching the church premises. I didn’t feel I
had a problem with that.

I arrived the church’s avenue a few minutes
before 10am and when I called her, she
asked me to take first door to the left of the
church building once I got in. I had never
noticed that door before then let alone take
it. I got to see that it was more like a
security stair as it led straight to balconies
from which you could access all the offices
on that wing. In other words, I walked
straight into her office without taking the
front door.

“Good day Michelle”, I greeted on stepping
in. She looked as though she was reading
herself to meet me as she was seated on
the guest couch, with a coffee mug in her
hand. She had her eyes fixed on the TV
“He….eey”, she responded, turning her
body halfway to meet my gaze. She had a
silk move blouse on. I couldn’t tell the
fabric of her skirt yet but it was black. “How
you doing dearie?”
“I am doing well.” I remained standing
“Come join me here”, she patted the space
beside her. Her nails were newly made and
I noticed a new hair style.

“Your hair looks nice”, I heard myself say as
I took the seat she indicated. I can’t still
explain how I managed to say that. And she
was obviously torched by it
“Really?” she said, turning to face me fully.
The sparkle evident in her eyes
“Yea.” I pulled a face
“Thank you Danny.” She looked away,
obviously shy. The first time I have seen
her in that way. “So what can I get you?
Coffee?”
“Anything will be fine”. She was standing
now. Her skirt was straight-cut and also
had a rather deep slit like that of the
previous day.
“Alright. I will get you a bottle of malt”
“That will be fine. Thank you”, I moved my
attention to the TV.

“So how old are you really Dan? You
haven’t told me, you know” she started
abruptly on getting to her fridge. I wasn’t
seeing her anymore
“27. I am 27″
Loud silence followed. The gentle sound of
her refrigerator door terminated it.
“That is nice to know”, she brought my
glass of drink to me. “I assume you know I
am 33?”
“yea”, I lied
“You said you also F***ed…I mean, you also
slept…with women who were…older”, she
seemed to be struggling with making her
statement sound like a question. “You said
so right?”
“Yea. More often”, I acted like I never heard
her used the word ‘F**K’
She remained silent. She was standing to
my left. A bit to my back.

“Your text said we would talk about my
weaknesses today”, I effectively broke the
silence
“Yea” She audibly took a deep breath. “I
hope you are fine with that? I mean, we will
both talk about our weaknesses. It should
help us become better people”
“Yep. I hope to learn a thing or two”
“That’s great”, my answer seemed to bring
her to ease a little.

She moved her mug away from the center
table before me and then turned off the TV.

I guess the door was already locked as she
didn’t refer to it but she picked a notepad
and a pen from her office table before
walking back to the couch where I was
seated.

“So where do we start?” She was trying
very hard to hide an obvious smile
“I should begin, I guess”
“You know what we mean by weaknesses,
right?”
I gave her the face
“Those ugly things that you usually can’t
resist”, She got my gesture. “Once you
come across them, you succumb to your
desires”
I told her I now understood. She smiled and
relaxed into the couch.
“Well, I think there are a couple of them”, I
was doing much to remember things to list
“Nice, nice. So tell us”
“I think, I usually find it hard to resist a
drink or two when I find some. I mean
alcohol”
“Okay. That’s good. What else?” she was
leaving a note on her pad
“The same can be said of cigarettes.
Although I take those once in a blue moon”
“So you don’t smoke often?”
“Nope. I don’t.”

“Okay, what else? You are doing well”
“I usually don’t resist s*x”
“Okay. Just s*x? I mean, what about s*x
can’t you resist?”, she was looking up as
she spoke
“Anything”, I was sure how to narrate that
“Hmmm. Well, I needed some details. Or
maybe I should say mine now so that it
could become easir for you to understand”
“Alright”, I was looking at her cleavage was
she bent to drop her pad on the center
table.
“As for me”, she began, “it is mostly s*x
related”
I maintained eye contact and funny enough
she did same
“I must admit that I love s*x. In fact, before
I became a church girl, I was a s*x addict. I
was dis-virgined when I was 8″, she
smirked her lips when she said these
I noiselessly screamed a r-e-a-l-l-y-?
“Yea.”, she replied with a smile. “I was with
over 45 men before I met my husband”
“wow…”, was all I could say, obviously
stunned