A lingering cold tempered my lust the past few weeks. My cough finally subsided, and this morning at church I was overcome by carnal desire. I scanned my options. Many providers screen and so require advanced notice for an appointment. My class schedule couldn’t accommodate the drive to see Betty. “Hayley” seemed intriguing, but she was also located some distance away. So I turned to an old standby I hadn’t seen in a while. I called Joyce and booked an “extended lunch” with Sara.
I made the drive to the old city and stealthily made my way to her cozy loft. As promised, Sara was there. She was wearing a tight black teddy and high heels. She offered me a glass of water and some pleasantries followed. She led me to the bed. After an invitation to “get comfortable,” I stripped down. It was impossible not to notice my erection. At the foot of the bed, Sara positioned herself on her knees and commenced a slow, sensual blowjob. I tousled her blonde hair as she pleasured me, bringing me to the edge and back. Then we got on the bed. I lay on my back as she teased me before finally straddling me and offering me the forbidden fruit between her legs. I groped her breasts as she fucked me. Having been deprived of intimate relations for several weeks, it was an emancipation of the flesh. I came so hard, I was afraid I had broken the condom.
Lutheran Guilt 