Dear Pastor:

Can I be honest for a moment. I mean can I be transparent for a brief second. Can this post be for me and my heart and no one else. Can this post be a page out of my journey because, my heart need to be relieved.

Inside I’m so tired of being angry towards you. I’m tired of wishing that I never met you. I’m tired of holding this story within my heart. I’m tired of this heaviness. I’m tired of not expressing my feelings because, it may hurt you or career.

It’s about me now. I have to put my feelings first. Because in the last six months I’ve gain nearly 20lbs because, of stress. Now I’m ready to shead these pounds and move from this dark space. So, here I am blogging on this incident. This post has nothing against you only the benefit of my peace.

I met you a month after my divorce and a month after leaving a church I loved. I was compelled with emotional baggage. You see I’ve already had ruff life before I met you. Honestly, I’ve been through much more than you can imagine or handle. I was seeking church for healing but, I met you. I was at church searching for healing within but, I met you a temporary pain reliever YOU. I met you when I was vulnerable, weak, and broken. I was defensive, disrespectful, and mean towards because, I felt like you used me. Before I met you I was celibate for two years. I was on my path of freedom from bondage, abuse, and hurt. But when I met you I relapsed and I put my religion on the backburner…..You see I’ve always reflect on how you and I met. I’ve always reflect on the words that you said to. Some of those things you said to me had me to question your character and your position. And these things led me to believe that you’ve made a habit on preying on  vulnerable woman. That’s the only reason why I threatened to tell Bishop about your behavior. In fact, I thought you were a well rounded whore. Yes, I told a friend about the situation while drinking wine. I had no idea she would tell other people. I guess she wasn’t a friend. Anyhow, I’ve let that go!

As of now that mayhew is behind me. I finally forgive you. I hope you forgive me as well but, I’m done feuding with you. I’m done with the subliminal messages on social media, I’m done ever discussing you, and when someone mentions you I will change the topic. I’m praying for you and I wish you well.

Take care Maria,

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Reverend Do Wrong and Sis. Delilah

******WARING This blog post is fictional and very graphic.**********

My name is Delilah I’m a sweet, seductive, and Charming young lady. I recently moved to Orlando from the Bay area after I got involved in a serious murder case and almost lost my life. After that horrible incident my grandparents forced me to relocate. My grandparents and I knew that I wouldn’t live past the age twenty three living in the Bay area. Besides I wanted a change so I agreed to relocate to Orlando with her aunt Tonya Laron.

When I first moved with my aunt Tonya Laron she was highly annoying because all she did was force me to go to church. And boy I hated every moment of that. I wasn’t used to attending church mainly because I stripped on the Saturday nights and I was too exhausted to attend church service on Sunday mornings. Every Sunday morning I could my hear my grandmother Ellis saying “Girl you’re living like a hobo and your mother wouldn’t be proud of you.” I would ignore grandma Ellis and continue to sleep. Besides my parents were deported back to Islands due to drug trafficking so, their opinions didn’t matter to me. However, my auntie Tonya Laron was different from everyone else she made sure I attend church every Sunday, Monday, and Wednesday.

Lord knows I hated going to church up until I heard the Young Adult Pastor preach. The sermon “New Year New Me.” The sermon was so befitting for that time of my life. I thought to myself I would enjoy hearing him preach on a regularly basis. Besides he was SINGLE and easy on the eyes and very well spoken. I honestly enjoyed church more since he preached on relatable topics. I was surprised to see so many of my peers attend church. For some reason I thought that most people my age wasn’t interested in church.

Months after attending church and becoming involved I started following Pastor Bernard on Facebook. I liked at least three or four of his latest post. Then he messages me. I was shocked. Pastor Bernard asked me “Did we personally know each other?” I answer that one question followed by a serious of other questions.

A month or two later Pastor Bernard and I became close. I could talk to him about anything. However, one night I embarrassingly butt dialed his phone after I was leaving a party at Downtown Disney. He sent me a text asking “Is everything okay.” I replied oh yes, I’m well I’m just leaving a party Pastor and I accidentally called you.” Pastor Bernard asked if I could dance, and of course I told him I could but, I didn’t let him know that I was an Ex stripper named lollipop. Pastor Bernard didn’t believe me that I couldn’t dance so, he wanted me to prove it to him. I simply told him that we’ll have to salsa one day in the near future. But to my surprise Pastor Bernard stated that he wanted me to come over tomorrow and dance for him.

I was baffled and I was hoping he didn’t want me to do any praise and worship dances lol. Anyhow, Pastor Bernard ceased my curiosity and basically stated that he didn’t wanted any Churchy dances and that he hoped I wasn’t the churchy type of chick. I paused and chuckle to myself. I wanted to tell him Pastor Bernard, I’ll turn that righteous penis of yours completely out!  Lol

I thought Pastor Bernard was playing so, I texted him “See you later, goodnight.” Besides I started to cream in my panties and I couldn’t help it. He replied “Goodnight Sweets.”

The next day came around and Pastor Bernard texted me. “Good morning Sweets, here’s my address, come by at 6:00 pm, and send a play list of songs that I wanted to dance to. I wiped the morning dew out of my eyes because, I just knew that I was dreaming. Then I waited for a moment and just told him that “I’ll be there and have Uncle Luke playing.”

I was nervous and I didn’t know what to expect but, I was too deep to turn back around. I got up and began my day. I did my laundry, my school work, and took a nap. By four pm I started to prepare myself for this evening.
I took a shower, did my make up, and slipped on a brand new pair of thongs and bra then I slipped on my coat. I wanted to be spontaneous and blow his mind.

I arrived at Pastor Bernard home and he answered the door with a towel only. I was shocked but turned on. He was standing there dripping wet with all of his muscles showing. And for a moment I had a slight organism. Pastor Bernard asked me “if I was planning on coming in?”  We both chuckle and I enter in his place. I asked him if he had any wine and he told me No. From then on I took over.

Me: I took off my coat
Pastor B: Dang your body is banging
Me: Shut up and play my music
Pastor: yes ma’am, whatever you want baby
Me: Sit down in the chair
Me: I wrapped my legs around the chair and I begin to kiss his neck, his chest, and his muscles. I started grinding slow on top of him until he was hard as a rock.
Me: I kissed his forehead and stood up.
Me: I threw my hands in the air and begin twerking my left cheek, then my right cheek, then both cheek. I started  going up and and up and in a circular motion. My tail was moving like a deep sea ocean. I started grinding real slow and I put my hands on my knees and I got low and started throwing my cookie back and forth like I was on a motorcycle real slow up and down and side to side. I took my hands off my knees and twerked my cookie back and forth until I fell into a split. While in a split I started bouncing both cheeks up and down. I took my bra off so he can see my breast and want to suck them. And boy that started driving him crazy. I blew him a kiss and winked my eyes at him. I got out of the split and gave him a lap dance. I was on top of him facing forward and I wrapped my legs around his legs and the chair legs . I placed one of his hands over my breast and the other over my waist and I started stroking him back in forth.

Pastor Bernard: It feel so good
Me: I’m soaking wet and I wanna give you more than a lap dance……

To be continued