Two Sinners

I felt religion with you on the floor
The holy word that I’ve been waiting for

We made our way through the dark church to the choir loft. I was hard. She was wet. Her fiancee was in England doing missionary work, oblivious to our coupling. Nervously, she unbuttoned her blouse and undid her long blue skirt. Tall, gangly and awkward, a bit of a nerd, she had confessed to sleeping with her youth minister in college. I reached around her back and unfastened her bra. Through the shadows I saw her slight breasts. I sensed, behind her prim and proper persona, a smoldering desire. I ran my finger through the elastic of her cotton panties. I slowly pulled them down her long, slender legs. A bang of her hair messily draped her forehead, almost a preview of what would happen next. A peculiar expression was set on her face, an admixture of arousal and shame. I clasped her hand and guided her onto the floor. What had started with a few stolen kisses had led to this. She lay back on her clothes. Having been led this far into temptation, we succumbed to our destiny. I wondered what was going through her head. Her conservative family in Nebraska would be stunned if they learned about her fornication. As I moved on top of her, she spread her legs….

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The taboo on sexuality which the religious of his own free will carries to extremes, creates in temptation a state of affairs abnormal certainly, but in which the erotic element, rather than undergoing a change, stands out more sharply…. The struggle of the religious springs from his will to maintain a spiritual life, and that life would be mortally imperilled if he fell from grace. The sin of the flesh puts an end to the soul’s soaring towards immediate freedom.

Georges Bataille, Eroticism

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It felt so very satisfying to be inside her. As she clasped my back, I could feel her engagement ring on her finger.

What if someone from the church finds out?

Then I experienced an emotion I had never felt during sex: disgust. Disgust at her for not guarding her purity, for leading me into temptation. Disgust at myself for my inability to resist sexual temptation. Here we were, two ministers in the church, behaving as if we were servants of Asmodeus, fornicating in his honor. We had fallen, fallen farther than we had ever thought possible.

At that moment, I realized that we were nothing more than two sinners fucking.