MY FIRST TIME WITH A VIRGIN (Version 3)

I do like the finer things in life. The scent of sweet fragnances, supple touch of a flower, warm tinge of the morning sun and beautiful feminine names. Beautiful names like Mary. So sensual you can almost taste it. Lick it up slowly, softly, delicately. Savouring the pleasant sensation in your mouth before you can swallow.

It was her name that first got me enthralled with her. I say first because there’s a second. She was a virgin! Damn right you heard me! This damsel wasn’t only called Mary the purest name of all names below the sun, she’d never rode a rod before (a little pun intended). If she was called maybe Sharon or Mercy God knows I wouldn’t have bought it. You see, Sharon just like her name suggest likes sharing land from her nether lands and Mercy, well, she’ll give you things, you’ll announce to your squad that she gave you things. Mercy will learn that you announced that she gave you things. You’ll go back to her and because she’s Mercy, she’ll be merciful enough to forgive and still give you more things.

But she was Mary. And Mary had to be a virgin. Not because I think every Mary is a virgin, but because my uncle told me she was. Yeah, I know that’s a shocker. Not all of you have cool uncles who fixes you up with pretty virgin lasses. But I do. Yes it’s awesome. Yes I’m excited and your jealousy is acceptable.

My uncle is a priest. He told me about her. He’d met her in church where apparently Mary spent a lot of her time in. He swore by the Lord he served that Mary had to be the most beautiful girl I would ever see. Said he thought we would make such a perfect couple. If the good Lord willed it, he(my uncle) would officiate our wedding personally. I was beguiled. She spent a lot of time in church, was she considering of joining the sisterhood, you know, getting married to the church? No. My uncle assured me that no such thing would ever happen. Mary wasn’t about to join any sisterhood.

I had never been to church before. But now I had to meet Mary. And Mary could only be met in church or so my uncle said. I was definitely ready to pay this house of God a visit. Sunday took forever to arrive but when it finally did, I was sharp. Both in spirit and dressing. I got to church and there she was. Mary. My uncle had done her little justice for now here, in her physical, she was a goddess. She had smoothly curved jawlines, aquiline nose and large blue eyes. Her mouth was round and small and her hair gorgeously flowed down her shoulders to her waist.

She was pristine. And everyone was so much in awed with her they kneeled in supplication to her. “Hail Mary! Hail Mary”, my uncle kept intoning.
And then everyone joined him in,” ave Maria, gratia plena. Ave dominus. Dominus tecum.”
My Mary wasn’t just a beautiful sculpture, she was the mother of God!

Hail Mary! Hail Mary! You’re full of grace.