My libido, already highly excitable, has been supercharged so far this summer. Sex has rarely been off my mind. Starting with my hookup with Sheryl, it’s been difficult restraining my erotic instincts. The end of a difficult semester, a quiet season of ministry, plus the loosening of pandemic restrictions, has given me more opportunity to indulge my lascivious vices.
Apparently I’m not alone. A story on the BBC asked, “Are we heading towards a summer of sex?” Condom sales surged this spring. Some users on dating apps advertise themselves as “vaXXXed.” Others have predicted another hedonistic “Roaring Twenties.” (The 1920s, one historian said, was marked by the popular discovery of the clitoris.) Ashley Thompson, associate professor of psychology at the University of Minnesota who specializes in human sexuality, speculates that possibly the aftermath of the pandemic “may lead to more casual sexual behaviour, to sort of combat those negative feelings of one’s own mortality.”
The heat seems to have intensified my lust. Lack of an easily available partner makes hooking up impractical. “Have you ever tried Tinder?” I was once asked. Given the my sensitive position in the community, plus my preternatural shyness, I’ve been hesitant to explore hookup aps. I am communicating on one adult website with a girl in her 30s, albeit from a distance. I’ve entertained the thought of establishing with Sheryl a friendship with benefits, but she’s been unresponsive. After a day of writing and research, I wanted an erotic escape. So I called Tina at the agency. (She’s sensitive to my position in the church.) She recommended “Angela,” who she described as a petite blonde “All-American cheerleader” type. I took her up on her offer. As usual Tina set it all up, and I booked a room at the casino hotel down the expressway.
Tina’s description was enticing. The cheerleaders at my private Christian high school, with their purity rings conspicuously displayed, were too good to touch. So I lusted after the cheerleaders at the public high school. Their inaccessibility only enhanced their allure.
Later that night, I heard a knock at my door. Standing outside my room was a pretty young tanned spinner — just the type I used to lust for. I let her in and we sat on the edge of the bed. She was friendly, but the conversation was a little awkward. My experience with escorts is that they’ll generally make the first move, but I eventually realized that she wanted me to take the lead. I finally leaned in and kissed her. She tentatively responded. Then her dress quickly came off.
“What do you like to do?”
I started exploring her breasts. They were implants, but they were nicely done. We kissed again, then I obliquely suggested she pleasure me orally. She didn’t get the hint. I asked her to go down on me. She reached for my boxers, pulled them down, and started sucking my cock. She then got the condom and lay down on the bed. I moved on top of her, entered her, and started pumping. Her responses were somewhat mechanical, but I enjoyed the feel of her beneath me. After a few minutes, I couldn’t hold out any longer. After I finished, she got me a warm washcloth and cleaned me up. She immediately started stroking me to assist my recovery. She asked me if she could be on top. My cock quickly responded. She put on another condom, and I let her climb on top of me. I gripped her hips and dug my fingers into her ass as she rode me. She moved faster, leaning forward so I could suck on her nipples. I bucked my hips, then exploded into the condom once more.
We tidied ourselves up and dressed. As at our introduction, the conversation was strained. She called her driver to signal the hour was up. I escorted her to the door, and we bade each other good night.
Lutheran Guilt 