Ladies, Let Him touch YOU

Here again to share a few words about my  new book ‘a sure thing’, (place your pre-order below) and help you get FREE. Yes, I’m talking to the saved, sanctified, filled with the HOLY GHOST women who think all the curtains and blinds are open in the bedroom.

They’re not.

God is there. You are there. Your husband better be there and YOU’RE MARRIED.

Now that we have that clear, let your husband touch you. Turn the lights on and let him see you. You may hate your weight or one breast is bigger than the other, but he doesn’t care and if he does care, well, that’s something you need to talk to God about. Your thighs may be too big and or too small to you, but you’re married now, or have been married for many years. YOU’RE ALIVE, stop allowing your love to die behind closed doors.

Here’s the deal, ‘a sure thing’ is for those of you who know there is more behind the door, with the music playing LOUD, and the sheets on the floor. You are not a prude. You are not afraid, and you can fall in love again and again if you let HIM TOUCH YOU.

Be comfortable in your own skin.

Look at your body and ask yourself what can I change FOR ME? When you decide to have me time, DISCOVER YOU; what flaws do you  like or don’t like? Ask God to help ypu change them. I will by no means tell you to investigate those places for you and your husband, BY YOURSELF; take him with you. Investigate together because God meant for that intimacy to be done TOGETHER.

Consider this, ‘a sure thing’, is an example of you and your husband.

God bless!

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Why ‘a sure thing’?

It only took two days to start and finish a book for the married that beats out my own poetry book ‘the lock on the door’. I had to turn the fan on as I wrote it (laugh now!).

Yet, you’re probably asking, why ‘a sure thing’? Well, men and women, who have been friends a long time, shy away from relationships with each other unless 1. they are on Hallmark, or 2. they just can’t explain it and go back to Hallmark. A sure thing is something God put together a long time ago and finally each person stopped fighting the process.

Friends know everything about each other living and breathing each other’s mistakes. Friends know exactly what you bring to the table and say we bring a full meal, together, to the table. Friends hear you and respond to what you’re saying.

So why not? Why  not ‘a sure thing’ filled with weddings, marriages, love-making and real LOVE?

Again, it burns my gears that Christians don’t talk about how INTIMATE you can be in your bedrooms. We only share the marriage bed is undefiled…okay..what does that mean?

Let me be the first (or maybe the second) to say this:

  1. Love yourself.
  2. Accept yourself.
  3. Love your spouse for whom they are not whom you want them to be (get counseling if necessary)
  4. Love with the lights on.
  5. Moan, touch, squeeze, the parts on your spouses body you’ve been afraid to touch.
  6. Empty nesters, walk around the house naked–get to know your body outside the bedroom.
  7. Think about this: we would be naked if Eve and Adam hadn’t SINNED in their nakedness.

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God bless …pre-order ‘a sure thing’ by completing the form below!

Married and Making Love

Nothing burns my gears more than someone talking about married people as if they can’t have hot sex; behind closed doors is the best place to have hot sex. Better yet, it should be referred to as MAKING LOVE, intimate, sexy, and UNAPOLOGETIC!

I have wondered why, as a Christian author, do other author’s run away from a steamy, married love scene. I asked this in my group B.A.D. Christian Authors with no answer yet, but it’s something that should be talked about.

Now to get to the point of our conversation here:

MARRIED AND MAKING LOVE

I’ve been divorced for over two years now; I’m doing good and continuously excited about what God is doing in my life as I keep moving forward. In the past few days, I have started writing another book of Christian fiction which is a compilation of short stories titled a sure thing. This book leaves very little to the imagination but gives you insight in other FULL NOVELS I’m working on through 2018. This book of short stories will be released, in print, on December 31st, 2017.

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I wanted to give you a taste of the hot and steamy and ENCOURAGE your comments. One comment will be chosen to obtain the e-book for free! If you would like to pre-order the book in print for $7.95 complete the form below.

Mike placed his right hand in between her lips that were, now, legally his. He stroked them over and over. Marie grabbed the sides of the chaise moaning; trying hard not to scream. Two of Mike’s fingers explored the inside of a tunnel that had not been investigated in years. He held his own breath as two were a close fit. The throbbing in between his own legs was unbearable. His in and out motion with his hand caused a river of intensification from Marie.

“Marie…” Mike stood up and reached his hand out to her. Marie never opened her eyes. He could see her trying to catch her breath as he stopped in the middle of a peak moment “Marie…” he repeated.

Marie opened her eyes and took Mike’s hand. He led her to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Careful not to get her hair wet he pulled her into the shower and said, “We must kill two birds with one stone here, my love.”

“Yes…you’re right.” Marie replied breathlessly smiling at him.

They kissed passionately massaging each part of the other’s body while the sound of the shower covered their moans.

“I can’t hold back any longer.” He said in between kisses and squeezing her breasts.

“Then don’t.” Marie massaged and squeezed his manhood until it was too hard to hold.

Mike wasn’t ready. He pushed her up against the wall of the shower and parted her thighs. Holding her up with one hand, Mike took the other and worked her button in between her legs.

“Open your eyes, darling.” He said not missing a beat, “I want to see inside your heart.”

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The Garden Experience: Snippet

Hello my followers!! It has been a while.

I have been working diligently on a few new books that follow the Damia Willis, FBI Series.

Today, I’m sharing a short snippet from book two of The Garden Experience; this part shares how men should be thinking when serving as well as being married.

Peter looked off into the distance; up towards the sky as the moon was very bright. He gathered his words in his mind before he spoke. “We have a responsibility as husbands to take care of our wives. Everything that happens with each given day brings us closer to the end of our assignment; the assignments we’re on for that particular day and we are still HUSBANDS.”
“Peter…”

“No matter who I am or whom I was, I’m married to Jasmine under the eyes of the Lord; still serving still living and-”

“Still leading.” Anthony interjected

“Still leading.” Peter agreed. It was a long day and going into a longer night.
“Peter,” Reed started, “You are not alone. We have never been alone in anything we need to do for the kingdom. Peter, God’s got this and us.”

Get ready for book two before Black Friday!

 

Dana Williamson

B.A.D. Books

Voices: The Other Woman

Voices is a series of blog posts I’m sharing from my book of the same name:

VOICES: The truth, the pain, the love and the choice. 

Ladies, some of us have been the side chick; you know the one that plays second to the main chick and get all of the left overs from a man WE CAN’T EVEN CHEAT ON??

Yes, well today, I’m writing from the voice of the other woman. Not just the side chick, piece of pie waiting in the rafters but the woman YOUR MAN is in love with.

Step inside the bedroom and listen on in this conversation.

“We are not having this conversation, Paul.”

“We must, Sara, we must.”

Sara was speaking to Paul, on speaker phone, while getting ready for bed.

“Paul, this is just a ploy to get over here; it’s not happening.”

“I want to talk about leaving my wife.” Paul’s voice sounded strained.

“Paul, you are not leaving your wife.”

“I am.”

“Whatever, I’m going to bed, Paul. I might even have company tonight.” Sara said sacastically while sipping on some wine.

“Sara…”

“What?”

“I’ve been doing this all wrong, and I’m sorry. We need to talk; please open your door.” It was after 11pm; Sara looked towards her bedroom door and down the hall as Paul said, “I’m outside, in the rain, please open the door.”

Sara trotted down the stairs to the front door and looked through the glass to see rain pouring down and Paul in it. She threw open the door and said, “You didnt?”

“I left my wife Sara. I told her about you and how I was-”

“What? You were what? What could you possibly have told her?” Sara was truly stunned. Late night conversations or lunch dates once a week weren’t an affair; adultery maybe but not an affair.

“I’m in love with you Sara.”

“How? By Conversation?”

“Sara…” Paul stood on the uncovered porch with sad eyes, “My marriage has been over since before I met you. When we met and started to have lunch and, yes, conversations, I realized what I was missing. My entire falicy of a marriage is my fault. We married out of college, started great careers, scheduled sex, and never had time to consider kids or anything that looked like fun. Her work meetings turned into weekend vacations in other countries and my work meetings consisted of me staring at the walls in my office.”

“Wow…”

“I didn’t leave my wife because of you, but becasue you helped me see my faults. I”m not here to say I want you, let me in your bed. I don’t even know why you said that but, I’m here to say, we need to talk about this…I love you. You Sarah..not your body, but YOU.”

Sara stood looking at home not thinking he was soaking wet from the rain and her hardwod floors were beginning to show signs of flooding. Sara was stunned.

“Look, I’m checking into the Hilton for an unprecedented amount of time; I just thought you should know, by seeing my face no doubt, how I feel. I’m sorry I bothered you. Good night Sara.” Paul turned and started down the steps of the porch when Sara stopped him.

“Pauli,” She spoke his given name in almost a whisper but he heard her. He turned back with a hopeful look in his eyes, “I love you, too.” Sara released the statement from the pit of her soul scared of what this meant for them both.

Paul walked back to the door and leaned in to kiss Sara on her cheek. He whispered in her ear, “We’ll meet for lunch this week like we always do, and I’ll call you from time to time, until we know it’s right to go to the next level. I will respect you, Sara. ”

“Thank you, I agree.” She whispered back.

Paul drove off heading to the Hilton hotel; Sara didn’t close the door until the tail lights faded in the distance.

Voices, (c) 2017, B.A.D LLC dba Destined Publishing

If She Only Knew

Here is another part of the new book from ‘Mike’s’ perspective:

 

Sitting in his office, he allowed his mind to drift about her. He knew the visions were becoming more real, and more intense, in his life. Mike was afraid it was a trick of the enemy. Seeing this woman almost every night in every dream started to scare him, but somehow, someway, Mike felt like these visions and dreams would become a reality.

He blushed, thanking God he was alone, as he recalled waking up one morning with such intensity in his manhood he was almost ashamed.

“Almost.” He whispered to himself. His cell phone pulled him out of his day dreaming; it was his pastor. “Pastor Whitlow, how are you?”

“I’m good Michael; I was just checking on you because you crossed my mind this afternoon. Bishop said to give you a call.”

Straightening up in his chair Mike looked around the office as if he were being watched. He knew his pastor and her husband walked strongly in the prophetic. “Well, ma’am, I’m good.”

“Are you retiring this year, Mike?”

“I plan to.” He responded.

“Are you dating, Mike?” She asked slowly.

“Uhm, No ma’am.”

“Mike, I’ve had a vision of you with a woman; this woman was in the hospital.”

He cleared his throat and said, “I’m not sure whom that is, Pastor Whitlow.”

“Mike, tell me you haven’t had these same visions.”

He let the phone drop slightly from his ear as he pondered lying to her; he knew he couldn’t, but he, too, couldn’t explain this woman or even share what her name is.

“I’ve had the same visions, Pastor.” He responded reluctantly.

“She’s your wife, Mike.”

 

Dana Williamson

Writer, Author, Coach, Minister of the Gospel

Another Visit

Yes, I’m still creating this book I shared with you in the previous post, but it is full of the intimacy a Christian has and is full of the suspense of the unknown? Are you ready?

She shut the door behind her and leaned against it as she let the worries of the day play over in her mind. Before she opened her eyes an invigorating aroma filled her nose. Quickly, she realized it was a man cologne and her eyes flew open. There at the bottom of her stairs sat “Mike”; he just stared at her with chin resting on his folded hands.

“Why?” She asked.

“Why what?”

“Why are you here?”

“You know why; it’s all in the plan.”

“I don’t know the full extent of the plan. This isn’t fair you just show up!” She leaned her head back, closed her eyes and sighed. “It’s just not fair.” She said lowering her voice.

“It’s not about what is fair, but what is right.” She felt his breath in her ear as whispered his response. When she opened her eyes he was gone; another visit from her future king.

“God, not again!!!”

Dana Williamson

B.A.D. LLC dba B.A.D. BOOKS.

 

Vision of Mike

Below is portion of a story being created from the prophetic visions of Me: The author…

Take a step into my library while I write:

 

“I’ve watched you for years.”

“Years?” She said looking at him from her hospital bed.

“Yes.” He answered staring at her not blinking. His emotions were high but he had them in check that the look he gave her frightened and intrigued her.

“That’s kind of stalkerish.”  She said.

“Maybe, but I had to wait.” He responded leaning against the wall.

“Really, Mike?”

“Yes, really. I’m not sure why that is so hard for you to understand.”

She realized what he was saying; her spiritual discernment always told her someone was watching waiting and loving her from a distance but she wasn’t ready. Even now, in the hospital, she asks God why it had to be here.

“I just always thought I was wrong.”

“Wrong? You were never wrong; even about this.”

“What do we do now?”

“Only God knows.” He responded and faded away.

She blinked twice and realized she had been in a vision, having a full conversation with her future husband.

© B.A.D. Blessed, Anointed & Destined, LLC ™ dba B.A.D BOOKS

Leave a comment below if you are interested in more!

Dana Williamson

Writer/Coach

The Missing Files: Part 2

Purchase Damia Willis, FBI Limited Edition here to read the first parts of the initial story. 

If Damia could have heard the conversations being had by the people and FOR THE PEOPLE being sent to help her, she would have felt differently about the calling on her life as things went forward. If she were aware of the tasks her future husband was being given she wouldn’t have worried.

Dianna fell to her knees on the side of the couch full of the spirit and still worshipping. Dave stopped walking around the table retrieved a pad of paper from the hall desk and started to write what the Lord gave him to do with their possessions in the house. Before he could finish writing his cell phone rang. Dave walked to the kitchen and looked at the caller ID, it was one of the pastors of the church they attended. Dave became worried because it was 3 a.m.

“Hello?” Dave answered.

“Elder Dave?” Pastor Michael Warner spoke when Dave answered, “I know it’s late, or early, but…”

“Not a problem, Pastor, what can I do for you?”

Dianna walked into the kitchen with Dave and whispered, “He’s going to give us something.”

“Elder, the Lord woke me up and told me to give you something I have no use for any longer.” Dave didn’t respond right away as he looked at his wife and shook his head, “Elder?”

“Yes, sir, I’m still here.”

Pastor Michael laughed and said, “You’re not shocked I’m calling.”

“No sir, I’m not.” Dave responded laughing as well.

“Tell your wife I said hello. Listen, I have this RV that-“

“I’m sorry what?” Dave studdered.

“I have an RV; you know a recreation vehicle for on the road travel. It isn’t much but, I’m not using it.”

Peter King to Reed Lovell 10/2016

“This is Chief Lovell.”

“Hello, Chief, it’s Peter King.”

“Mr. King,” The chief sighed, “How can I help you?”

“Chief, the Lord is calling you again and this time, lots of lives will change.”

“O-kay,” the chief responded sitting forward in his chair, “Are you returning here?”

“No, you’ll know when the messenger shows up, but, I do need you to reach out to a jeweler there and have a ring made. I will email you the specifics.”

“Ring?”

“Yes, sir. I must go; I’m in the middle of extensive traveling.”

“Alright, Mr. King.”

“And, Chief?”

“Yes, sir?”

“She’s fine.” Peter ended the call and got on the jet waiting for him.

 

This project is finished and being developed for those super-fans ready for WHAT IS NEXT for Damia Willis, FBI et al.

 

Dana Marie

Smart, SAVED, & Sexy: Where is Bae?

Proverbs 18:22 (NKJV) He who finds a wife finds a good thing,
And obtains favor from the Lord.

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If you are single and have been for a long time, sometimes you wonder, where is BAE? I have come today to remind you, especially the ladies, STOP LOOKING FOR BAE. Bae isn’t going to show up if your eyes are focused on where instead of why. God intended for your HUSBAND, ladies, TO FIND YOU.

Men, husbands, stop being a player and realize you need to be in a position to see the wife God has for you. You need to be able to tell those girls, BAE is waiting and she’s got me already. BAE IS PRAYING for you …..oh my..I’M ABOUT TO PREACH IN HERE.

Ladies, STOP DATING THEM….BECAUSE GOD SHOWED YOU AND IS SENDING HIM.

Husbands, when someone else shows up and your heart is with BAE, you’ll be just like Author in Merlin.