All it takes is a hard-on.
While doing some research in the seminary library this afternoon, I was overtaken by that primal desire. My concentration wavered from my paper on the Shepherd of Hermas. I found myself surreptitiously browsing escort ads on my phone. I had seen “Nikki” a few months before. I quietly went to the stairwell and called her number. Nikki answered, and we expeditiously set up an early evening appointment. I left the library, drove home to prepare, then drove to her incall.
Nikki hosts in a modest apartment. She’s in her early 40s, tall and well-built, with long hair dyed blonde. She welcomed me with a bottle of water. After a few minutes of preliminary conversation, she led me to her sparse bedroom. We disrobed and moved to the bed. After a bit of foreplay, she asked me what I wanted. I requested doggy style. She got into position, and soon I was pumping away, thrusting deep inside her, enjoying the view of her nice round ass. No emotions. No sense of connection. Just raw, animalistic sex. I looked down and lasciviously watched my cock go in and out of her pussy. That set me off, and I finished sooner than normal.
“It’s a compliment!” she reassured me.
She cleaned me up, then we got dressed. She asked me about my plans for the evening. I answered that I was going to Barnes & Noble to study. She suggested the mocha frappuccino at the cafe. I then headed off into the twilight.
Lutheran Guilt 