Saved and SAINTified by Tiana Laveen

You’ve chosen wisely, not desperately. I know each of your boyfriends personally. They were hand selected out of countless young men needing help. They are good men. Not all self-professed Rainbeaus are good men, but we don’t give all men who are non-black and date black women the title of a ‘Rainbeau’, anyway. Rainbeau is only given to a respectful, loving man who adores you. Him being White, Asian, Latino or whatever he is does not automatically make him a Rainbeau.”
    “How do we know when we are ready? When are we are clean again?” a woman called out.
    “You’ll feel it ,” Saint grinned. “You will know deep inside. You’ll feel better, less tired, look better, healthier, stronger. You’ll not care nearly as much what the outside world, including your family, thinks of your relationship. For some of you, it may only take a few weeks, for others, it could take months, dare I say, even a year. It depends on the type of trash inside of you and how long it has been there and how hard you want to work to get this resolved.”
    S aint looked at them as he briefly reflected on his own relationship with Xenia. He remembered the one thing he swore he’d never tell her; he was going to take it to his grave...
    That first time they’d made love, in his hotel room, he was in for a rude awakening. He’d spent six months cleansing himself —not having sex with anyone—so that he could attract his Queen, his soulmate, Xenia. He needed to be pure and clean and wanted nothing to get in the way. After the hunt and capture, he had her in his lair. Ready to consummate the union, he prepared her for the great undertaking. As he entered her body that first time, he could feel all of her trauma and read her thoughts. That was the reason for her tears—the mind shattering orgasms she’d never experienced before sent her over the edge, but along with that, she was being cleansed, once and for all, as he connected with her spirit and her pussy, christening her and giving her, and even himself, a fresh start. The whole encounter was initially overwhelming and alarming for both of them.
    He knew she’d not been necessarily promiscuous, but she’d had her share, and the trauma was substantial, all the same. He’d never made love without a condom before, and her being his soul mate made the sensations all the more intense. He could read her thoughts, feel her vibration. She knew who he was to her before she la y with him. Something in her knew—that was why she put up such a fight. She knew her life would never be the same.
    Everything she once believed about love, courtship and men was about to be erased and replaced with something foreign —something foreign yet oh, so familiar. Change is always difficult, especially if one is entering the unknown. She trusted him completely, yet she still struggled internally for answers. None of it made sense. She’d just met him, yet she felt as if she’d known him for an eternity. She was making love to him, and he to her, taking her to a world of pleasure she’d never known before.
    The intensity of the whole encounter, the combining of souls , was miraculous. He knew her every thought. He’d seen her in so many lifetimes, that once he was inside of her, any doubt he had, which was little to none, was surely erased. Inside of her was agony and he wanted to replace it with pleasure and restoration. He could feel her pain clinging onto every nerve of his body, sharp and serrated. All the lies she was told, all the disappointments, all the relationships that never went anywhere and the cheating and lying … that just seemed to never stop.
    Despite her beauty, intelligence and celebrity status, she was still attracting the garbagemen of commitment and fidelity, and they’d left evidence inside of her. Xenia never verbally told him the extent of the emotional and , at times, verbal abuse she’d sustained from some of her ex-boyfriends, and those first few thrusts proved she no