She wasn’t sorry.
“You could be spending this money on providing water for poor kids in Africa instead of paying for my attention.”
She giggled. “You could be looking for a real girlfriend. It’s so much easier to jerk off for me on the phone, isn’t it?”
My hand tightened around my cock.
“But could you get a young, kinky girl like me? With my perfect skin and sweet pink nipples and round, peach butt and a wardrobe full of slutty clothes?”
Her cute voice camouflaged a dark, erotic cruelty. And I was close to blowing my load just at the sound of her voice.
“Just imagine what your Sunday school students would think about you calling a phone sex line.”
She laughed again.
“You don’t care, though.”
She asked me to describe the last porn I masturbated to.
I hesitated a second before telling her that it featured a real-life mother and daughter getting roughly fucked by two guys.
She teased me about the dark, perverse, taboo thoughts in my mind.
“Tell me about Nicolette.”
Nicolette is an achingly cute young pro-life scholar I met at a conference.
“You want to corrupt her, don’t you?” She paused for a second. “She’s probably not on birth control. That turns you on, doesn’t it?”
She had turned it from porn to personal. I was stroking myself even harder now.
“Tell me you want to fuck Nicolette.”
I want to fuck Nicolette.
“You can’t control yourself when I tease you about that.”
She giggled again.
“You’re going to tell me secrets you would never tell anyone else.”
And I did.
Lutheran Guilt 