“We hooked up on day one, and got married on day four. We’re just getting started Mitzi. Just getting started.” ~Excerpt from “State of Affair 6”
State of Affair 7
Day 5 7/13/??
We had fallen asleep tonight at nine-thirty, now I’m awake, lying on my back, hands behind my head on my retired Mitzi pillow, thinking about conversations we had yesterday just before and during the rehearsal dinner.
Random thoughts.
The responsibilities of marriage.
Starting negotiations to buy eighty acres.
Hank and Janice’s relationship.
“Pretty Pink Kitty?” Not my business. Not planning to speak of it.
I love calling Mitzi’s plump vulva “Warm and Fuzzy” as a term of endearment, and I have no idea what term of endearment to call it when she shaves all the hair off down there just for the fun of it.
Mitzi is in one of her three favorite sleeping positions; straddling my right leg, left side of her face on my chest, right breast mashing down on my solar-plexus, right arm across the left side of my abdomen with a hand grip on the sheet next to my left side.
I can tell Mitzi is having an erotic dream because of her breathing, and the wetness on my thigh, so I flexed the top muscle on my thigh against her warm and fuzzy vulva, and she moaned a little and her pussy twitched against my thigh.
I flexed the thigh muscle harder, and Mitzi emitted a groan, her body contracted, and relaxed dragging her twat three inches up my thigh and back down.
In the meantime my penis is getting a big head, because it wants to play too.
When Mitzi squirmed, her body had moved a little to my right, which allowed her left breast to hang free of my body, so I cupped the entire breast in my right hand, and started massaging the nipple and areola, and flexed my thigh muscle again.
My first thought was M-80, when Mitzi exploded awake off my right thigh saying, “Fuck me, fuck me Paul! Please fuck me, fuck meeee!”
She buried her face in my neck, below my left ear, kissing my neck down to my collarbone and back up three or four, maybe five times. Normally she kisses the right side.
If it had been a movie scene. It would have taken a dozen retakes, and a lot of splicing to do what Mitzi did in one fell swoop. Impaling herself on me in one stroke, smashing pubic bone to pubic bone.
I can honestly say, I’m all in, and it’s better poker than Texas Hold’em.
Mitzi got a hard-driving rhythm going and it was all I could do to hold on and buck up into her once in a while to keep her pump primed.
“Are you gonna cum Paul?”
Oops. That’s my cue. Time for fast and furious.
Now I understand what Janice was saying about Dad being a hundred yards behind, while Mom was working on her sanity (In the first two chapters).
I ejaculated more than my average, which more than made up for what I missed when I fell asleep in the middle of a slow tender romp almost four hours ago (in chapter 6).
“Thank you thank you thank you,” Mitzi is saying as she’s nuzzling and kissing the left side of my neck.
“What did I do different?”
“You rescued me from a nightmare. Something that wasn’t you was trying to seduce me in my sleep. I woke up just in time.”
“Was it male or female?”
“I, I’m not sure. You know about this? How? Did you read about this stuff somewhere?”
I gathered Mitzi up in my arms and hauled her to the bathroom, “Let’s get you peed out before we talk about this.”
“What time is it?”
“1:15 am. Let me pee first, then I’ll remember to put the seat down for you. I’m going to find a robe for you and get you something to drink. What would you like?”
“Orange juice.”
I found my long heavy bathrobe and one just like it for Mitzi, and hung hers in the bathroom, got a couple twelve ounce bottles of Orange juice out of the Refer, set them next to the big recliner, and sat in the recliner.
Mitzi came out admiring her robe “This is nice,” crawled in my lap, and started fighting the wrinkles under her.
I grabbed the two halves covering her lower legs and lifted, which pulled all the wrinkles out from under her legs and rump. I raised her legs higher, so I could straighten my robe under her, and did roughly the same for the upper half of her robe.
“This robe isn’t your size.”
“Janice was with me a month ago while I was shopping for another Mitzi pillow, and I saw the robes on display. I had been watching Months for a long heavy robe for me.
“Janice bought one, and had to hurry back to work before I was finished shopping. I noted the size Janet bought, and got another robe with you in mind.
“You bought this robe for me a month ago? This is perfect! How did you know my size?”
“The result of comparative studies. I guesstimated.
“That’s why I knew you could wear Janice’s farm clothes, which was proven on day one when you wore them to work with me.”
“Janice is a couple inches shorter than me.”
“Only because your legs are a couple inches longer than hers.”
“How do you know?”
“The dining room tables are usually thirty inches tall, so your inseam is three inches taller than the height of the table, which is half your height, and Janice has a thirty-one inch inseam.”
“You are observant to a fault Paul.”
“Let’s talk about the seductive spirit that woke you up this morning.”
“OK, it has happened three maybe four times. I think it’s male because it tries to poke me.”
“Is there paralysis?”
“Yes, it’s like a weight bearing down on me, I can’t move, and finally I can move a finger, then a hand, an arm, and the weight goes away.”
“I’ve had the same experience before I was born-again. I know three other people it has happened to.”
“I’m a born again Christian, why is it still happening to me?”
“Some people have found the need to make an adult decision to believe and accept Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior even though they had made the decision as a child.”
“You could say, ‘As a child I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. Now as an adult, I believe and accept Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior in Jesus Christ’s name, amen’.”
“I’m willing to do that Paul. Are there other reasons why this oppression comes on me and other people?”
“There are a few reasons, but it helps to understand some background information.
“It’s sometimes like preaching to the choir, so if you could bear with me I can do a monologue explaining as best I can.
“I could use the practice.”
“Sure.”
I explained that according to the Bible’s Gospel of John: God created everything, and there was nothing made without Him.
God is a triune God consisting of: “God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Ghost, and these three are One.” (See 1 John 5:7. King James Bible, KJB).
Lucifer (Light-bearer) was created by God, and held the highest office in the Angelic realm. Lucifer was proud and sinned claiming to be greater than his Creator, and became Satan (deceiver), which means he no longer has a right to be the Light-bearer (Lucifer).
A third of the Angels followed Satan, and became fallen angels (demons).
Satan and the demons are foul spirits.
Any organization that claims Jesus Christ is/was Satan’s brother is obviously a satanic organization.
Adam was created by God to have dominion over the Earth, but Adam disobeyed God, and Satan received dominion over Earth, so the ‘god’ of this Earth is now Satan (See 2 Corinthians 4:4. KJB).
When Adam lost dominion of Earth, and lost fellowship with God. Satan also received the right to communicate directly with God Almighty, which is why Satan was able to stand before God Almighty and have a dialogue about a man named Job (Read the first chapter in the Bible’s Book of Job.).
Satan’s dominion over man is held in check as indicated by a verse in the Bible’s Book of Job 1:12. KJB.
Mans’ sins give license to demons for interactions with men, women, and children. An example is; Demons can torment people as a result of being unforgiving (see Matthew 18:21-35 KJB).
In John 14:30, Jesus Christ says Satan has no part of Him. The reason why Jesus was able to say this is because Jesus Christ is without sin.
“You’re saying I gave a foul spirit permission to torment me?”
“I said what the Bible says. Your life isn’t about me. Your life is about your interaction with Almighty God.
“Satan hates your guts, and he wants to drag your butt to Hell with him, so you have to resist him.
“The best way to resist him is do exactly what he doesn’t want you to do.”
“What would that be?”
“The best way I can explain is by example. Would you like me to pray for us?”
“Yes, please.”
“Almighty God Almighty.
“We thank you for your grace and mercy and the peace you provide.
“We thank you for the blessings and convictions and wisdom we have received from you.
“We thank you for the Salvation we’ve received from you through your only begotten son Jesus Christ.
“We thank you for deliverances from evil, and for healings from you.
“We thank you for the faith and hope and charity and joy we have received from you, and pray that we share these blessings with others. In Jesus’ name. Amen.”
“Amen! That’s it?”
“In the Old Testament, God Almighty was more than a little annoyed at the thanklessness of His people. I’m inclined to believe being thankful is a big help.”
“He does frown on lip-service though.
“Sometimes I tell Him I hope that’s not what I’m doing while praying.”
Mitzi shuddered in my arms, “That scares me. I don’t want God mad at me.”
“It’s a good fear. It scares me when I think I’m not afraid of God.”
“Would you like me to give you some lip-service Paul?”
“Sure, but I would really rather fall asleep with one of your nipples in my mouth.”
“Let’s do a sixty-nine and you give me a real good orgasm while I get your rocks off.
“Then you can spend the rest of our time in bed with one of my boobs in your mouth.”
We disrobed and crawled in bed, I laid on my back while she straddled my face, and sucked my stiffy into her mouth, and I licked each side of the outer edges of her vulva where she’s clean-shaven.
She uses a number four comb on a Wahl hair clipper to trim the longest hairs, which knocks it down to a half-inch tall sparse carpet of silky light brown straight hair. Beautiful is an apt description of her plump pussy.
You’ll just have to imagine your own idea of a beautiful vulva, while I’m running my tongue deep in the length of the wet channel, and spending extra time on her clitoris.
Mitzi is leaking a little, while I’m kissing and sucking on her inner thighs while my cheek is rubbing against her vulva. The right cheek, then the left cheek, on and on, long lick, suck hard on the clit, give it a nip or two, give it a tongue lashing.
She’s leaking more, and she has stepped up the pace, and I’m almost ready to explode in her mouth.
I pulled her hard against my face, because I’m getting ahead of her and I want her to cum at the same time.
I swear I sucked so hard on her clit, it stretched to an inch and a half long and Mitzi screamed bloody murder around the head of my cock. Mitzi sucked harder to catch up and I exploded six or seven streams of sperm into her mouth, while it felt like she leaked a pint between us and passed out.
Scared me! I rolled Mitzi off me quick and gentle as I could to make sure she was breathing OK, and not choking.
She’s OK!
I moved her to the dry side of the bed and snuggled next to her left breast and sleepily suckled on her nipple.
I woke up finding myself suckling on Mitzi’s right teat. “Are you OK Paul? I hope I didn’t bite you down there.”
“No you didn’t, but I was a little rough on you. I’m sorry.”
“Did you bite my clitoris?”
“No, I didn’t do that. Hurting you would really hurt my feelings.”
“It’s sore down there. Just touching my clitoris hurts.”
“I sucked too hard on it. It might be another half inch longer now. I felt it stretch. I’m sorry.”
“A half inch longer would give me bragging rights in the girls’ locker room.”
“It’s not funny Mitzi. I really regret hurting you. I’m truly sorry.”
Mitzi lay down next to me. “Suckle my left nipple now Paul, the right one got more than its share so far today.”
Mitzi wasn’t in bed when I woke up with my right thumb in my mouth. Lordy! I hope she don’t tell the girls in the locker room! Odds are, she got a video of it.
I headed for the bathroom telling Mitzi I’m taking a shower, she told me she would be there pretty quick.
I set the bath-fan timer for thirty minutes to run the humidity out, and dumped and flushed and shaved and adjusted the shower temperature and stepped into the shower and Mitzi stepped in right behind me. “You need to scrub your stinky skanky woman Paul!”
Mitzi reached her arms up around my neck for a full frontal hug, and I grabbed her left elbow and held it straight up while I sniffed her armpit, gave it a big long slow lick, and she squealed and danced and almost fell down.
I latched onto her right elbow and did the sniff and lick test to her right armpit, and she squawked, writhed, and squirmed, and I almost dropped her.
I’ll tell you, when she’s wet, she’s as slick as both of her wet tits.
“You might be a little stinky Mitzi, but you’ll never be skanky.”
I put Mitzi’s arms up over my shoulders and wrapped my arms around her holding her tight, loving the feel of her breasts mashing against my lower chest.
“Mitzi! I’ve been a bully to you. I don’t like it, and I don’t want to be. I’m sorry. I’m going to be more careful about my behavior.”
Mitzi leaned away from me, looking at my face, seeing the tears.
She kissed me, holding my head still with one hand, working her mouth on my lips.
I opened for her tongue, but it wasn’t what this kiss was about.
Mitzi finally broke the kiss and pulled me tighter to her, reaching up and kissing the right side of my neck.
“I’ve learned something else I love about you Paul.”
“Hmmm?”
“You beat yourself up a lot worse than I ever could.”
“The Bible says, ‘humility is good’.
“It doesn’t feel that way, but it’s God’s point of view, and I’ve learned not to argue with that.
“I forgot to suggest telling that tormentor to, ‘leave in Jesus name’ when it’s bothering you.”
“I should have thought of that, weeks ago.”
Mitzi cooked up a wonderful breakfast of ham and eggs, hashbrowns from fresh potatoes, whole wheat toast, orange juice, and coffee.
We don’t drink much coffee, I had twelve ounces in a sixteen ounce cup topped off with four ounces of milk, and a tad bit of sugar. Mitzi did half of the same things in an eight ounce cup.
“I like the way you cooked the eggs Mitzi.”
“I saw how you cooked them scrambled and poured like a pancake on a griddle on day two, and decided it was very efficient, and I like my eggs well-done too. I don’t want to hear a peep out of them.”
“It works good for sandwiches too Mitzi. You cut the egg-paddy the same shape as the bread slice and lay it in place with ham or bacon, and cheese on top with your basic condiments and another slice of bread or toast on top. You can use the odd pieces of egg paddy for another sandwich.”
“Sounds yummy. What do you have planned for today Paul?”
“I’ve lost a lot of alone-time with God the last four days Mitzi, so I’m going to take a Potato Windrower to my forty acres and dig rocks out of the ground four or five hours, while I’m praying.”
“You’re going to pray four or five hours?”
“The prayers will be intermittent, but sometimes when it gets real serious, I’ll stop the tractor and sit ‘til I’ve prayed through. I’ll have the radio on a Christian station too.”
“Prayed through? I’ve heard of that. Is it hard to do?”
“The best way to enter into prayer is praise, and it helps to know you need to break spiritually and submit to God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Ghost.”
“A lot of people don’t like Christians.”
“Jesus warned about people hating his people, because of him. Jesus even said they will kill his people, thinking they do God a service. Jesus spoke to his people about trials, tribulations, and persecutions.”
“Some of the Christians don’t seem to be real.”
“Some of the real Christians are afflicted. Some are immature and cause others to stumble. Others are mislead. There are phonies that look fabulous as Christians, too good in fact.
“Jesus talked about ‘Wheat and Tares,’ ‘Sheep and Goats,’ ‘Wise Virgins and Foolish Virgins.’
“Jesus even mentioned a group of men that claimed they had done many wondrous works in Jesus name, but Jesus never knew them, because they failed to abide in him.”
“Failed to abide in Jesus?”
“In John chapter 17. Jesus talks about abiding in his prayer to God the Father. Saying, ‘I abide in you and you abide in me.’ It is also expected of the Saints to abide in Christ Jesus. A person would do well to read the entire Gospel of John in the King James Bible (KJB).”
“The King James Bible? What about the New American Standard Bible (NASB)?”
“I used the NASB about two years, but they bracketed so many sentences, verses, and footnoted that the bracketed words were not found in most ancient texts. Basically, that told me the translators didn’t believe God’s words.
“I used the KJB for a few years, and looked at using the New King James Bible (NKJB).
“I noticed a ‘God forbid’ was missing from the NKJB. I looked a couple of other places in the NKJB and ‘God forbid was missing there. This was watering down the authority of God’s words, so I ran a search and discovered ‘God forbid’ was missing thirteen times in the NKJB.”
(I suggest googling Wikipedia’s ‘King James Only movement’ for a clearer understanding.)
“That’s awful!”
“It gets worse. With all the ‘Corruption of God’s Words Bibles’ out there. I now understand what God said in the Bible’s Book of Amos, chapter eight, verse eleven.”
“Behold, the days come, saith the Lord GOD, that I will send a famine in the land, not a famine of bread, nor a thirst for water, but of hearing the words of the LORD: ...” Amos 8:11 KJB.
“When a person reads the Bible’s Book of Revelation, they will realize today’s technology has caught up with the prophecies for the latter days. One example is the Bible stating that the whole world will see what’s going on in the middle-east in real time. The other is the Mark of the Beast (666).
“Forewarned is forearmed. Ignorance is dangerous.”
“That clarifies some of what I’ve been thinking about the end times. It seems, all we have left is prayer.” Mitzi nodded.
“We were born with a sin nature. Nobody had to teach us to lie and steal and hate other people. Adam sinned and it was passed from generation to generation to us.
“Jesus was conceived in Mary by the Holy Ghost, so the sin nature wasn’t passed to Jesus Christ. Jesus lived all of his life without sin, but when he hung on the cross. God the Father imputed your sins on Jesus, and Jesus died for your sins (the wages of sin is death).
“People need to realize they are sinners and Jesus paid the price for their sins.”
“John chapter three verse thirty-six clearly indicates people condemn themselves as a result of unbelief, so believing Jesus Christ died for our sins, God raised Jesus Christ from the dead the third day, and in faith accepting Christ Jesus as Savior and Lord saves our souls individually from Hell and eternity in the Lake of Fire.”
“It’s your choice. Jesus Christ is eternal Life. vs The Lake of Fire is eternal torment and death.”
“I pray: Your soul be saved in Jesus Christ’s name. Amen.”
Sermon is over. Breakfast is over. Time to work.
The rest of day 5 continues in State of Affair 8.
