I came up with this off the top of my head on April 29, 2021. However, it had been on my mind and heart since January of 2020. Something like this would be an ideal marriage for me.
Without further ado, here it is:
The alarm clock rings. It’s a cold and bleak January morning.
Time to get ready for church.
My wife and I share a brief but intimate kiss.
I visit the bathroom to relieve myself, then light the gas-powered radiator and make us breakfast.
She relieves herself afterward then slowly walks to the kitchen of our antique trailer.
We purchased the lot free and clear and the trailer was donated to us, so that gives us extra money each month.
I get a disability check for various mental afflictions as well as a back injury and she gets it for PTSD.
I inherited most of my disabilities, her abusive ex-husband caused hers.
I faithfully take my medicine not just for me, but also for her and my fellow church members. She goes to therapy and meets with the ladies at our church as well. It seems to help her out.
We are both divorcees, actually, but that is what makes us so perfect for each other.
I just turned thirty-five and she is twenty-eight-going-on-twenty-nine. I only wish we would have met sooner, but maybe then we wouldn’t be as compatible as we are now.
I make us each a hot cup of Clover Valley Instant Coffee, mixed with half and half. I add sugar to her cup.
Then I prepare some hot oatmeal, then drizzle it with honey purchased from our local grocer.
Today makes one month that we have been married. I just hope and pray for many more milestones. She started coming to my church six months ago and, well, we quickly fell for each other.
Actually, I had been praying for God to send me someone exactly like her a few years prior to meeting her. I was filled with joy when that prayer was answered.
Furthermore, our pasts are virtually equivalent, greatly enhancing our compatibility
The denomination of which I was formerly affiliated, has, unfortunately, began to put Christ out of reach. The denomination she was formerly affiliated with is nothing short of a cult.
I just thank God that we are now in a wonderful church. In fact, it is so wonderful, we count the hours between services!
We say grace, then eat breakfast. All the while, we can’t stop smiling at each other.
After we are done eating we watch each other dress.
I step into some long black work pants with a dark green Oxford shirt.
She dons a long black skirt and a pink blouse that accentuates all of her sexy curves.
Playfully, I begin to lift her skirt.
She giggles then says, “Just wait when we get back home, Mister!”
I sensuously rub her plump buttocks, then move to her soft thick belly, then her jiggly love handles. Finally, I caress her lovely face and give her a kiss.
She moans with pleasure, then tightly embraces me and pelts my face with many kisses. Her wire-rimmed glasses begin to fog up.
We say, “I love you!” in unison, then sweetly rub noses.
She wipes her lenses, then I look at my watch and am surprised by the time.
I announce that we need to get going, then shut off the radiator.
We bundle up, then she grabs her purse and I grab my EDC backpack as we walk to church, hand in hand. It’s only a few feet away, praise God!
Upon arrival we are greeted by fellow members, then we both prepare the coffee.
We fellowship with everyone else until the service starts.
The music comes on and we worship wholeheartedly. The music and lyrics are tremendously beautiful as we contemplate God’s unfailing love for us and all He has done for us.
Afterward, she goes to work in the nursery and I continue to man the media equipment.
Our Pastor begins to pray over all of us, then delivers his message.
I hang on to his every word. I feel conviction on some parts and edification on others.
The message concludes then there is an invitation.
We all close our eyes, I think of the first time I came to Christ, almost eighteen years ago.
The service concludes.
I hang out and fellowship with the other men, she with the ladies.
Finally, our Pastor hugs both of us, then tell us how we ought to go home and enjoy each other, to which we happily comply.
Before we leave, an older couple gives us a container filled with beef stew. Happily, we take it.
Now, we make a beeline for our trailer, with our hands on each others’ buttocks.
We walk up the steps and I unlock the door. We lock it behind us, then I light the radiator once again.
Immediately afterward, we begin to peel each others’ clothes off as we briskly walk to our bedroom.
We become intimate falling deeper in love and further strengthening our marital bonds.
Famished from the intense lovemaking we heat the beef stew, say grace, and happily eat.
We then sit in our living room praying and reading The Bible together.
We both thank God especially for putting us together but also fervently petition Him to bless our marriage and to protect it that no one tares our bond asunder…