It was almost midnight when I arrived at her airport hotel. I had spotted “Jess” on Twitter, where she had advertised her availability. We quickly set something up, and I drove nearly two hours to visit her.
She met me in a lacy black teddy and high heels. She’s a California girl touring the East Coast. It soon became apparent that our date would not consist of sparkling conversation. She was unfamiliar with the words “seminary” or “theology.” Nice girl, but no candidate for Mensa. Her long hair and considerable assets more than made up for her lack of theological acumen.
Soon her teddy was off. She asked me what I liked, and I suggested she get on her knees. She complied and took me deep in her mouth, her hair between my fingers as I caressed her head.
She pulled a condom from a bag and sheathed my throbbing cock. I positioned her at the edge of the bed and slowly entered her. I held her hips and began moving in and out of her, thrusting hard and deep. I had tapped into my feral nature. A certain desperation compelled my pelvic thrusts. Amid the red hot pounding of flesh, I ached for release. I felt my body swoon, a low, primal groan coming from deep in my chest.
Lutheran Guilt 