The stress of this holiday season has been brutal. Completing my dissertation proposal has proved harder than expected. Church is abuzz with activity. I accepted an invitation from another local Lutheran church to give some presentations on the infancy narratives in the gospels. An impending move has only compounded the stress.
And my libido has gone into overdrive.
But each one is tempted when he is carried away and enticed by his own lust (Jas 1:14).
As I write this at the coffee shop, I’m stealthily eyeing the cute barista with brown hair tied in a ponytail. Petite but busty, wearing black leggings, she’s definitely triggered my lust. Ambrose acknowledged, “A woman is a delight, a bodily enticement.” I felt that ache that’s only relieved by being inside a woman.
Fucking’s a form of anxiety reduction.
Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Despite being extremely pressed for time, I snuck away for an erotic holiday escapade. I reunited with Alexandra, the fetching young BBW, at the downtown hotel where was hosting. She had dyed her hair and become a sultry brunette. Her black dress showed off her ample full figure. She exudes a sexual confidence I find irresistible. As we conversed, she again mentioned her fundamentalist upbringing in the Deep South with its exhortations against “worldly” concerns. Her blossoming interest in art, philosophy, and the sciences was a reaction against that narrow worldview. As our discussion wrapped up, she began playing t.A.T.u. to set the mood.
Then she moved to take off her dress.
Some kissing and caressing. Her brassiere cups runneth over (size 44H), so I reached around her back to unhook her bra. She wiggled free of it, then I immersed my face in her ginormous tits. I kissed and licked and suckled. The rest of our clothes came off. She started gently caressing my rock hard cock.
“God created pleasure for a reason, right?” she sweetly asked.
The duality between the carnal and the spiritual vexes me. Despite my advanced theological training, I continue to viscerally experience sex as sin. Yet the intensity of sexual pleasure — pulsating, rhythmic, spasmodic — proves irresistible.
She bent down and started to lick the head of my cock with her tongue.
Then when lust has conceived, it gives birth to sin (Jas 1:15).
Drops of precum trickled out. Her lips wrapped around my shaft. Her mouth was hot and wet. I tousled her hair. Her tongue again darted around the head, producing jolts of ecstasy. The muscles in my penis started to contract. My body tensed as I tried to resist the oncoming climax. It was exquisite agony.
Then came the juicy ending.
She cleaned me up, and I recovered quickly. More kissing and caressing. She grabbed a condom. I moved atop her fleshy body and positioned myself to enter her. I experienced the sensation of being sucked into her pussy. I momentarily refrained from thrusting to absorb the distinct pleasure of penetration. Then, slowly, I start rocking my pelvis back and forth. I maintained a steady rhythm for quite a while. The desire to penetrate her deeper overwhelmed my self-discipline, though, and my pace quickened. I felt her hips rise off the bed, meeting me thrust for thrust. Now my thrusts were frenzied. Almost unrecognizable guttural sounds escaped my mouth. I was fucking her with all my strength. I felt her nails dig into my skin. Then I cried out my pleasure.
Lutheran Guilt 