I had been thinking of writing something like this throughout the summer of 2021. There are factors from my life that inspired part of this, but it is mainly a work of fiction. I used the likeness of what I think a very nice future spouse would be like as inspiration for this story.
Without further ado, here is the story:
We are woken up by our weather radio and notified that our whole area is now under a Hurricane Warning.
I’ve been monitoring this situation for days and am not surprised at all.
The weather radio mentions our parish as being under a mandatory evacuation.
At once we kiss, use the bathroom, then get ready.
My wife and I have been married for almost nine months and we make each other incredibly happy.
In fact, we are so happy with each other, that we are not worried about how our trailer may be destroyed in this storm, just as long as we can still be together.
This is the second marriage for both of us and my prayer is that this is also the final marriage for both of us, because she fits my standards perfectly. She tells me how I am the answer to her prayers. Both of our previous marriages were quite faulty, but this is one of the reasons why we fit together so well.
I am thirty-five and she is twenty-nine, but we often pretend that she is nineteen and I am twenty-five!
At once, we pack.
I get my SwissGear EDC backpack and fill it with all that I usually carry plus all the gifts my wife gave me and any extra supplies that I may need.
She gets the SwissGear overnight bag that I gave her as a birthday gift and fills it with her valuables and other gifts I gave her.
We then get our SwissGear rolling suitcase and pack our clothes in it. I place my favorite tee shirts and pants in there, she places her favorite blouses and skirts in there. We both also place our undergarments and toiletries in there. I take several boxes of Little Debbie Doughnut Sticks, two jars of Community Instant Coffee and Chicory, and placed them in our oversized reusable shopping bag. I place our milk into several used water bottles along with my carton of Great Value Half ‘N’ Half and place them in my Igloo Playmate Cooler. I get my G. E. Superadio and she grabs our fireproof box containing all of our important papers and other valuables. We load up her white Dodge Caravan, pray over our property then head out.
She takes the wheel and I navigate.
I hold her hand the entire time.
We pray together and reassure each other how God is in control.
Two-hundred-seventy-five miles later inland, we pull into a truck stop for some fuel. She parks by a pump and I pay with my credit card, then fill up her van.
I then buy us each a bottle of Lipton Brisk Tea and a prepackaged turkey breast sandwich.
We park by an outside table, say grace then eat.
A tall gentleman notices us praying over our food, then asks us if we are evacuees.
We tell him how we indeed are.
He explains how his pastor is volunteering his church as a shelter and we should come there.
We agree then exchange contact information.
Then we eat our meal, and head to the church.
We park, then unload our clothes and food.
Immediately, we are welcome with open arms.
After being assigned our spot, we begin to fellowship with those in the church.
My wife assists the women with keeping watch over the children and I assist the men with cooking.
Despite, us being storm refugees, we are having a wonderful time.
We all eat a wonderful meal of spaghetti and meatballs, then we watch movies.
It’s now nightfall and several other evacuees wish to know what is going on back home, so I turn on my G. E. Superadio and can tune in to the AM stations back home. Several others are amazed by this as we all listen.
There are numerous reports of how conditions are starting to deteriorate and all lifelines are being cut off.
The pastor prays over us and we are comforted.
My wife and I then snuggle together, even though we are sleeping on a floor, we are so grateful to be together. She partially covers my body with hers and says, “You’re mine forever and no one else can have you, Mister!” I look up at her and shower her with kisses as I reply, “You’re the only one I want, so don’t ever worry, baby!” I pause then whisper, “But I think it’s very sexy when you act possessive of me!” She giggles and playfully smothers me with her breasts. I am powerfully turned on to her and she is equally turned on to me, but we realize not to cross the line with our affections since we’re not alone.
So she wraps us up in a blanket, then we fall asleep in each others’ arms, after exchanging many sweet kisses.
The next day, the pastor offers the church WiFi, so we’ll be able to conserve our mobile data.
I assist the elderly evacuees with connecting their iPhones and iPads through the church WiFi.
We learn how the storm is moving quickly through and that damage was minimal but all lifelines are still cut off. The storm’s remnant is forecast to go to the northeast of where are.
My wife continues to assist the ladies in watching the children and I continue to assist the men in cooking for everyone. Today I help them make Red Beans and Rice. I also show them how to make my version of ghetto punch.
We all eat together then watch movies, once again.
At night I tune in to our home stations and the reporters are saying how lifelines are being restored by we dodged a bullet for the most part.
Several people breathe a sigh of relief.
I call my pastor at home and check on him and his family. I then give him the contact information of the church where we are staying, in hopes that we can ally the two churches.
My wife and I then fall asleep together after having a war of kisses. We would be much more affectionate, but we are surrounded by many other people. How I long to fondle her thick love handles and caress her plump caboose, but I know I must be respectful of everyone around me! She giggles as she whispers to me, “Oh baby, how I wish I could pull your pants down!” We wrap our arms around each other and she sleeps partially on top of me as she says, whispering, “I don’t want you anywhere but underneath me and I cannot wait until we get home, Mister!”
The next morning comes as we are slowly waking up. We are fed biscuits, fried eggs, and sausage patties that were donated from a local deli.
Gratefully, my wife and I say grace then eat.
I share my milk with the children since it will expire in a few days.
The church supplies me with ice for my Igloo Cooler.
The men at the church recruit me to cook with them once again saying how we need to make a very nice meal since the all-clear is about to be issued and many will go home without a hot meal for a while.
I describe to them my fried chicken recipe then they agree to make it.
Several of the men bring in fresh chicken, herbs and spices, and flour and oil.
I also tell them how some sweet peas and mashed potatoes would be good with that.
I prepare the chicken and the sweet peas, and another gentleman makes the mashed potatoes.
They also have me make my ghetto punch recipe once again.
We prepare a huge meal as my wife assists the ladies in watching the children.
Finally, we, serve the food, say grace then eat.
We then watch a movie until it is dark.
I tune in to our home station and learn how the all-clear will likely be issued sometime tomorrow and that, cell phones, natural gas, and tap water are restored, but cable and electricity will be up to a few days more.
The pastor prays a prayer of thanksgiving over all of us. Relieved, my wife and I exchange our affections until we fall asleep.
When morning comes, we are once again fed biscuits with fried eggs and sausage.
Happily, we eat.
I assist the men in cleaning everything up until the all-clear is issued.
We are instructed to go home and take care of ourselves and that if we are ever up here again, to come and visit them.
I give them my church’s contact information, then we lovingly bid farewell to each other.
The pastor prays over us for safe travels.
My wife and I load up her van, then we head back home.
Halfway through the trip, we fuel up and I buy us some more Lipton Brisk Tea and turkey breast sandwiches.
We arrive home in mid-afternoon, then survey our property.
There is no structural damage to our trailer, praise God!
My wife unloads her van and I clean up our yard.
Then I fix the skirting on our trailer.
I have a powerful craving for a hot cup of coffee and chicory along with some doughnut sticks.
Unbeknownst to me, my wife is preparing that very thing.
She comes outside and hands it to me.
I eat and drink, then ask, “What do I owe you, ma’am?”
“You know what I want, mister!” She replies as she teasingly lifts her skirt at me, revealing her white lace panties.
She then yanks me into our trailer, straight to the bedroom as we peel each others’ clothing off.
We pelt each other with kisses.
I then begin to kiss her neck, then her busty breasts, then her thick stomach then her nether regions between her creamy thighs as I unzip her skirt then remove her panties while she pulls down my pants and boxer briefs.
We make love with intense passion then cuddle in the sheets all night long.
The next morning, to which we are happily greeted with the electricity coming back on.
Fervently we praise God for taking care of us during that stressful time and also praise Him how He turned something meant for evil into something good. Subsequently, we get ready for church…
Yes. I think it is clear that this marriage from which the narrator is describing is a rock solid marriage. It could be close to the pinnacle of human love. However, there exists a tremendously Greater Love and it is available to all who surrender to it. The best part is that this love does not have all the stringent prerequisites of fleshly love.