Diary of a Godly Man

Diary of a Godly Man

In The Beginning

Preface

Far too often the cranial body and mind of women and men are departed from the lofted spirits they hold in reverence. It is because of this separation that these chronicles have been written. The intent is to present a variety of stations where characters of good faith find themselves, when it comes to matters of their desires. We are born with the need of touch for the security it provides. We live our life craving affection from connections to others that we covet. We leave this World hoping that our existence has been fulfilled and the essence left behind will be one of a completed life. The characters in these volumes are humans who just want to know that their earthly trinity has ascended. They want to reveal their hidden restrictions for gratification and recover their longing for unknown intimacies.

In The Beginning

5/20 Dear Diary, Sunday mornings are extraordinarily incredible to me. After my morning prayers and deep meditation, I repair my bedroom like I had been taught to do by my parents. Then I refreshed my mouth and teeth from the overnight sleep. After sliding my long wet tongue over my clean teeth, I actualize the time needed daily to work on my earthly temple. My body has rested and recovered from the exhilarating and exhausting day before. It is time to start again. My elastic bands, treadmill and weight machine are calling my name. I have discovered that daily exercise is a life style and vital to maintaining my temple. After a refreshing shower, I patiently get dressed. Black silk boxers followed by my tailored shirt, slacks, lambskin shoes, a beautiful silk tie and finally my jacket. On my night stand is the one vital piece of my ensemble that I will need to anoint all the lambs I encountered on my spiritual journey. My leather bounded Old Testament King James Bible with the gold leaf lettering. It was presented to me as a gift by first unforgettable lamb. I recall her standing in the doorway of her Gold Coast mansion. Patiently waiting for me as I strolled down the block past the beautiful gray stones and English tutored structures that were common to her neighborhood. I could see the box in her hands as I climb the stairs to the porch landing. She ran her free hand over my cheek and stopped with her index finger positioned over my lips. In a low sweet tone she hushed me before I could say one inquisitive word. My mind rapidly inquiring what has my dear one done now? She handed me the beautifully wrapped box and asked that I not open it until after dinner. We walked into the foyer of her home, the Italian marble floor shined with the appearance of sparkling diamonds. There in the middle of the floor was a huge shearling sheepskin pillow; my hostess was standing there next to the pillow as I approached her. Without notice she collapsed to her knees into the center of that pillow. Before I could ask if she was ok she hushed me again. Her hands ran up the sides of my legs to my hips and pulled me forward. I was looking down at the top of her crowning glory. I knew that was the signal for me to allow my free hand to run my well-manicured fingertips into her long shining black hair. I pulled her face and mouth to my crotch and gave her what she was on her knees praying for. After about thirty seconds of rolling her face all over the barely stiff cock, my meat instantly ballooned. My thrusting asked silently and gently if she wanted what I had for her. All she could do was nod and moan. My motioning instructed her to take him out and do what she was on her knees to do. This woman was an outstanding cock sucker. I will never forget how she would swallow my seven inches of meat and never paused for air. She was devouring my cock and didn’t gag once. She sucked as if her life depended on pleasing that meat stick she had in her mouth. That would not be the last time of me giving my inner soul over to a female host. Her purpose was to pray me into submission and deliver my soul deep into her throat. She wanted a life partner and mate. She engaged me there in that foyer for about 15 minutes; her hands never left my hips. Every so often she would pull me hard by the hips and let me know what her throat felt like. I was totally into her oral prayer session until I started to notice my own moaning and groaning. I looked down to see her looking up at me, her eyes asked the question that her mouth could not utter. My only response was yes baby, yes baby don’t stop until GOD has answered our prayers. Keep praying baby stay right there and all you pray for will be yours. Those were the only thoughts my focused mind and cock could think. I never let that box slip from my hand. My knees were weakening, my back was strong and my balls were filled with that holy juice. I was eager to give her that soul/load so I didn’t stop her. She was swallowing my seven inches and bobbing her head back and forth like she enjoyed the taste of my tube sausage. Kerri Armstrong was a beautiful bountiful mature woman. Suddenly like a signal was telepathically sent from my cock to her oral processing mouth. She made a popping sound as if my cock was a cork exiting a bottle of champagne. Instantaneously she grabbed my balls and plopped both of them into her mouth and started stroking my cock with her right hand. She was jacking my cock and hummed on my balls until I begin to shake there in the middle of the floor. I started pleading silently for her to stop. I needed and wanted all she was giving and the evening was just getting started. Baby slow down, we got time. I gently pulled her long luxurious hair until she looked up at me again. Get up, we can finish this pray session later.

6/20 Dear Diary a memorable vision woke me up this morning from a sound sleep. I had not thought of this situation for a long time. As a young man in high school the circumstances surrounding my introduction to praying for a woman was my springboard; a springboard to understanding that women deserved to be honored and cherished. I cherished the love I held for my mother and sisters but cherishing a strange woman that was not related to me was different. I was seventeen years old, athletic, polite, kind, courteous, tall, handsome and I possessed shining white teeth with the freshest breath as well as a full head of long wavy black hair. Those outward physical traits seem to be a curse during my youth. Many times while out in public with my parents and sisters, we would observe strange women staring and talking and watching me. I did not care about that. I just wanted to play sports and compete in the classroom with classmates and friends. My mom did care about those strangers and their observations. She would often tell me to always be inconspicuous, to try and blend in and to do my best not to stand out when in unfamiliar surroundings. She would tell her friends how charming I was and that I was going to be a great catch one day for a nice God fearing young lady. Even now my mom never knew what Vanessa Black had done. My vision seemed as real as those actual moments when Vee was in my bedroom. She was the adult sister of our neighbor. She was 27 with a 6 year old son. She was separated from her guy and staying with her older sister. I was friends with Vee’s nephew and nieces, the Blacks. Their mother had not married their father, so they carried their mother’s last name. My older sisters would braid my hair. Vee saw this and would come over to our porch to watch and ask my sisters if she could try. Needless to say that is when the grooming began. The first question she ever asked me was if I was tender headed? I replied no. She was not talking about the head on my shoulders. I would later learn what a tender head felt like. She would suck, fuck, suck and then fuck some more. She would not stop. I would plead for her to stop and let me rest; all she would say was breathe David don’t hold back and don’t hold your breath. At the time I thought I was the luckiest guy on Earth. This good looking woman wanted to share her weed with me. She wanted to sex me crazy and give me money whenever I asked.

Dear Diary the vision was so clear, clear as if it was occurring all over again. Vee had on an orange and white sun dress. Her nipples were extremely hard and visible. Baby powder was dusted all over her sternum and collar bones. Vee sat down on the side of my bed after pulling her sun dress up to just above the top of her cream colored thighs. Then she beckoned me over to stand in front of her. She spread her legs apart and pulled me close. She raised my tee shirt and kissed my peach fuzzed abdomen. The first lick of her tongue felt like a kitten seeking the taste of something it was familiar with. She continued kissing and licking while pushing my shirt up until the message was transported to my simple mind. I took over the task of removing my shirt. While in the dark tunnel of my eyes being covered by the tee shirt, I experienced the touch of a woman on what was soon to be my manhood. She rubbed gently. Instantly, I felt the blood rush to my cock. That spontaneous budge shocked her. She uttered oh, look at you. Then asked without looking up, does he want to come out and play. After taking a deep breath, I said yes he does. Vee un-wrapped my package and began to kiss on him the same way she had kissed my stomach. As she kissed and licked on me she would frequently say breathe, take deep breaths and repeat those commands until I complied. That introduction to her soft hot mouth was just the beginning. She was setting the stage for me to be trained at reciprocating those same pleasure delivery sequences. I found myself grabbing her by the back of the head and pulling her so that her mouth covered my fully stiffened phallic. Again she reminded me to breath and take deep breathes. I cannot remember a time in my young life when a feeling had lifted my spirit so much. That was just the beginning. Vee asked me to relax. She instructed me to get down on my knees between her legs and kiss her thighs. Without hesitation I dropped to my knees. My hands were hot and pulsating, I could feel her body heat radiating as my face lay against her hot thighs. Vee grabbed me by the hair and pulled me away. She said, David eat me. Please eat me. She lay back on my bed and raised her legs. I closed my eyes and my sense of smell became activated. Her fragrance was pure and clean. My nostrils were filled with the aroma of a field of delicate flowers. Vee’s body was so soft, as her dress slipped down to her waist line both thighs were fully exposed; her pubic hair and pussy lips spoke to me. Her pussy lips were opened; her shining pearl glistened in the soft dim light from the lamp in the corner of my room. My first lesson at cherishing, worshipping and honoring a woman was about to begin. I was eager to pray over her as if she was a lamb that needed praying for and I did. I kissed her there, I licked her there and I ate that pussy like my life depended on her blessing my efforts.

9/20 Dear Diary my love for God and the delicate lambs that roam the Earth is inestimable. My call to shepherd a flock was not answered until a late age in life. I enjoyed teaching and learning. Teaching high schools and college were wonderful but teaching at the elementary level was where I felt the most joy. Seeing the light bulb pop on for students when they finally understood a concept was so magical. It was just like watching cartoons as a kid. The little puffy cloud would appear above the students’ heads. Their eyes would become brighter and their language more assured and decisive. Many times when meeting with young parents, particularly mothers; I found myself thanking them for providing me with such absorbent sponges. I enjoyed teaching and pouring information and knowledge into their children. Their highly impressionable children had provided me a conduit to the lambs that God wanted led to a better place. Countless times during parent teacher conferences I would find myself being preyed upon by my students’ moms. These women saw me the same way, that those overly aggressive women my mother had warned me about. I tried to act naïve. I attempted to be unaware. I pretended to be shy. Most importantly I showed myself not interested in the advances they were making. Their willingness to make suggestive offers would leave my body breathless. Even though, Vee Black had trained me to breathe when we were sharing our Godly souls. These young women only had one concern, which was getting into Mr. Solomon’s bed or vice versa. Far too many times I heard; you are so fine. Mr. Solomon you know you are a good looking man. Mr. Solomon what a woman got to do to get with you. God knows I tried hard not to become involved with my students moms. However the flesh is weak and my appetite for a hot hungry horny woman is strong. My morals and ethics for my professional career growth would not allow me to let those opportunities for pleasure cloud my thinking when it came to my work place. I did not feel that way about being involved with my female colleagues that wanted to share our souls while at school. Young mothers that were raising their children on their own and going to school or working themselves fulltime; would often make me aware of their interest. They just wanted some down time. They wanted some time away from children and their own studies. They just wanted their hot bodies to be appreciated. They just wanted a healthy sincere sexual /soul connection with someone that they could rely on and call upon when time would permit. Ms. Jackson was a 5 foot chocolate ball of fire. She was studying nursing and would request my help with her anatomy vocabulary. She would ask me to invite her to my home, so that she could share a cocktail or smoke some pot. I enjoyed pleasing her. Whenever I would see her chocolate skin I would be reminded of the first time she lay on my bed. Her legs were slightly parted and the only hair that covered her body was on her head. That pussy was wide open and in the dim light of my bedroom I could still see her hot pink inner walls. Most times after a couple of margaritas, some laughs and passionate kissing; she would climb on top of me there in my living room. She wanted to fuck, suck and feed me. She wanted me to eat her sweet juicy pussy until she screamed. I just wanted her to sit that hot juicy coochie in my mouth.

Dear Diary I can still feel her grinding that clit all over my mouth, tongue and face. She often tasted like peaches or pineapples. She would tell me how important it was for a woman to eat fruit on a regular bases; that fruit would help with a woman flora and fauna she would say. Yes she tasted as sweet as her name, Candii. She would lick and suck on my cock until it was so stiff and hard. She would swallow my meat down into her throat; while the shaft of my manhood was buried there she’d flick her tongue all over my balls. She was incredible in and out of the bed. Bending over the sofa was her signature position. She was very flexible and supple. I recall her spreading her legs and propping her abdomen on a pillow on the back of the couch with her feet and legs dangling inches off the floor. This was the saw as she called it. I had the cutting tool and her hot juicy pussy was where the work took place. I just stood there with that pussy at the right height and I cut into her like a hand saw ripping back and forth. I held that ass in place with my left hand firmly on her wet sweaty back and right hand grasping her tender hip. I kept her legs apart by pushing my hard cock past the strong grip of her pink pussy walls; and slightly spreading my feet so that my thighs gave her nowhere to go. She would sex on me for hours without resting or taking a break. This lamb was not seeking love she was after pleasure. She wanted what God had promised. I wanted the same things. I saw myself as an intercessor for God’s work. I pleased, I was pleased and no pain was created. This exchange of pleasure between Ms. Candii Jackson and I went on for a couple of years. Her children were my students and they never knew. Our discretion remained our discretion. She knew that I had a private life outside of our secret affair.

10/20 Dear Diary a lost lamb was recovered today; she is a GOD fearing woman. She never had children and is alone here in Chicago IL. She told me that her family has pleaded with her to return to the south and move closer to them. Many nights I have gone to bed praying for coverage and blessings for all the lost children of GOD. Dr. Sandra Jennings Thomas and I met at Midway Airport waiting in line for boarding passes. She was on her way to San Francisco and I was traveling to Dallas TX. Her story was incredible; she had become engaged to her high school sweetheart. They went away to college together and maintained their chastity until after they both graduated with honors and were accepted into medical school and then married. They lived modestly in Nashville TN and attended a well-known medical school. They learned to love and share their passion for one another simultaneous. Being GOD fearing medical students allowed them the latitude to explore each other’s body with no inhibitions or boundaries. They were soul mate emotionally and sensually. Dr. Jennings Thomas had consumed two cocktails from the bar during our wait for the flight. I later learned that drinking intoxicating spirits for Dr. Jennings Thomas was her way of holding on to the love lost. As the first class passengers disembarked the plane I lost sight of the Doctor. My concerns for her safety and wellbeing were well-founded. She would later inform me that she was headed to San Francisco to attend a medical conference and to meet a new potential lesbian lover or drive to the middle of the Golden Gate Bridge and jump into the Pacific Ocean. As I entered the boarding area she was standing there waiting. Her eyes spoke with the voice of a lost tourist in a foreign land. I approached her and asked if she would like me to pray for her before we parted and she continued with her flight itinerary? Yes, she replied. We walked through the terminal until we came across and empty boarding area. She settled into a seat in a corner, her southern up bringing emerged from her body motions. Dr. Jennings Thomas set up straight and tail with her knees angled 45 degrees past 12 o’clock. Her ankles were clasped together as if they were shackled. She gave no hint of being lost. She held on to her love for God and her deceased husband in a locked chamber of her heart. I touched the arm of the chair she was sitting in and she grasped my hand with hers. I knelt on one knee and begin to pray. After a momentary silence, she said thank you. She asked if I would call her and if she could call me. We exchanged phone numbers and bid each other safe travels. After a relaxing round of golf and dinner, I called the lamb around 9pm west coast time and left a voice message on her phone. She called back immediately; hello this is Dr. Jennings Thomas. Hello Dr. Jennings Thomas this is David Solomon. How are you feeling and are you busy? She thank me again for showing concern and assured me she was still feeling up lifted from our time spent together earlier. I told her how pleased I was to make her acquaintance and that I looked forward to seeing her again upon our return to Chicago. I thank the lamb for the special part she plays in the fabric of human existence. I acknowledged that her contribution was needed and that God had blessed her to help protect and save other lambs. I requested that when she returned to Chicago that she’d bring some of the famous San Francisco chocolate. She guaranteed me that she would. I offered to pray with her again and she said, yes please sir. Good night Dr. Jennings Thomas I said, good night David Solomon she replied.

10/29 Dear Diary Dr. Jennings Thomas called and informed me that she had returned home. The lamb described how pleased she was to have met me. That in the short time we spent talking and praying she felt whole and safe. She admitted that her mindset had been clouded due to the lonely existence she had been living. I asked Dr. Jennings Thomas, may I call you Sandra, she said yes. Then I asked, if drinking was affecting her. She assured me that her professional life had not suffered other than the time wasted drinking. She explained that, that was not her normal character. I thank her for that clarification as well as her service to society and the medical field. I asked her about that world famous chocolate she had promised and she asked if we could get together again. I told her of course, that would be wonderful. She invited me to dinner at home but informed me that she was on call to the emergency department at a local hospital. I informed her that I understand but that I still wanted that chocolate. She told me that too much chocolate could be bad for me. We shared our first laugh and I could feel her smile through the phone. After hanging up the Doctor text me her address and the time that dinner would be served. I arrived on time and my appetite was on full. The lamb opened the door to her condo completely naked. My jaw dropped to the floor and she said come in David are you ready to eat dinner because it is ready for you. She stepped back I closed door and my eyes begin scanning her long thick frame I stopping at her breast. She asked what I wanted first, and I claimed both of her size 40 tits and began devouring her flesh and sucking those nipples as if I were a new born. She rubbed my head as if it was a magical lamp and a genie would appear and grant her 3 wishes. This lamb gently pulled on my ears positioning my head so that my face and ears were directly flanked by both jugs of livation. I could feel the heat of her body on my face as she rubbed those tatas against my skin. With both my hands free to enjoy other delicacies that were on the menu, I began to stroke the smooth skin of her hips and bubble ass. We were totally into each other then suddenly she turned, reached for my hand and started walking into the darkness of her home. She told me to just follow closely. My crotch was pressed directly into the crack of her ass. Our steps were in complete murmuration. My Michelin five star meal wanted me to see the complete spread and not just the appetizer. As we proceeded I could see a dim light ahead, I presumed it was her bedroom. It was. My sensory adjusted to the surroundings. I could smell roses, I could hear soft music, I could see a large cream colored bed, I could feel the heat from my lamb’s hand and the taste of heavenly chocolate was already on my tongue. Dr. Jennings Thomas stopped at the foot of her bed and began to undress me. She unbuttoned my untucked black tailored textured shirt and kissed my chest. I reached for my belt buckle and she prevented me from proceeding. She said let me. I permitted her to have the moment unfold the way she wanted. Loafers followed by belt and slacks, black silk boxers all removed in that order. Dr. Jennings Thomas was down on her knees and my hands were on her head. With that signal she gently collected my balls and placed my already erect cock into her hot hungry mouth. After a few pistons like thrust into her hot mouth she began to hum, hum as if she was enjoying a home cooked meal. I removed my cock from her throat and asked if her pussy was hungry too. She said yes David, she is very hungry. I helped the lamb to her feet and she leaned back on to her bed like she had practiced many times before with her lost love. I collapsed to my knees into a praying position, I secured the legs of lamb and placed both on my shoulders and I grabbed her hips and buried my face deep down into her honey pot. I buzzed around that sweet pussy lapping up her nectar and exploring every crevice of her hive. She moaned she thrusted she shook and she called out to God thankful for her deliverance. This lamb was in need of a protector and the touch of a man; more importantly a man of God. She was a believer that had been left alone. Her hands grabbed my hair and both of her legs levitated until they were pointing to the heavens. Now I was fucking that previously locked away pussy with my tongue and we were both in heaven. The pleasure she was experiencing was unmeasurable, she came over and over again. She rolled over onto her side with both legs clinched together. She was still moaning and shaking. I whispered to the lamb that now she was ready to move past her grief. I crawled onto the bed and was on my knees ready to pray over her in the missionary style that I had learned many years ago. I rolled her on to her back again. I gently touched and kissed her breast. I started sucking on those nipples to reactivate her memory bank, to the most sensual sensation that most young woman never forget. The first time their tits were caressed and sucked by someone they knew loved them. She started spreading her legs and rolling her ass. She pleaded for me to put my hard meat into her hot pussy cat.

Dear Diary I wanted to touch the cervical walls of this lamb’s pussy and hear her wail; I wanted her to remember what a man felt like. I wanted her to experience the rattling of her bones. My nipple sucking caused her to moan even louder. Please fuck me David, please fuck me hard. My meat penetrated her but there was a bit of resistance. This lamb was so tight. God wanted me to resuscitate life back into the lamb. I had done mouth to pussy. Now it was time to do deep tissue compression into her hot pussy. The surge of energy coming from my body was set on low as not to cause any lasting discomfort. With every purposeful thrust the lamb felt a jolt of life coming from me. She was beginning to grind in a reciprocating manner. Her wailing became louder every time her walls were gored. The lamb was breathing with the respiratory system of an elite runner. Sandra was regaining her sense of pleasure. She lifted and threw her right leg over my head. She did a one hundred and eighty degree turn and bounced to her knees. She wiggled her ass repeatedly until I thrusted my cock back into place; and restarted the deep penetrating massage of her soul. With every inward stroke I could feel her walls ripple over my hard cock. She massaged my meat as if it was stretched out on a table and her wet gushy pussy was kneading bread dough. With every outward stroke my cock created a suction that pulled life sustaining water from her deep well. That creamy juice was gushing out like it was a water fountain. The lamb’s pussy was hot and ripe. In the dim light of Sandra Jennings Thomas’ bedroom, I gently called her name and oh God were the only words she said.