From the lectionary we hear Paul admonish us at the beginning of Advent to “make no provision for the flesh, to gratify its desires” (Rom 13:14).
But Betty is back.
I usually am pretty effective at compartmentalizing my religious self and my sexual self. But I struggled to contain my arousal. After preparing for my adult Sunday school class, I retreated online to an escort site, found Betty’s listing, and texted her. To my surprise she texted me back immediately. We arranged a late afternoon appointment.
I arrived at her incall in the twilight. She was nicely dressed in a tight black dress. We had a short yet pleasant conversation about our preparations for the holidays. Then she leaned in for a light kiss. She unbuttoned my shirt. My hand moved up her thigh. She pulled off her dress. I buried my face in her luscious breasts and sucked on her nipples. My pants and boxer briefs came off. She slowly stroked my cock. The condom came on, and she buried her face in my crotch. I gently guided her head up and down as she pleasured me. Then she got on top.
Just hours earlier I had been preparing for Sunday School. Now as her pussy enveloped my cock, I was reminded of Bataille’s “delicious taste of sin.” The bed creaked at our exertions. In the moment my moral vision was obscured by the sight of Betty’s bouncing breasts.
Lutheran Guilt 