My first visit out West since the pandemic struck provided me the opportunity to visit Stephanie for the first time in 2 1/2 years. She’s a favorite of mine. Attired in a short burgundy robe, she ushered me into her incall apartment and out of the winter chill. She offered me a glass of ice water in the kitchen, and, as we caught up for a few minutes, I stealthily glanced at her shapely ass. Then she invited me to the bedroom.
As seductive music played on a Bluetooth speaker, the first thing I noticed hanging on the wall in the darkened bedroom was a print of John Collier’s Lilith. Steph had become fascinated by the ancient Jewish myth. The demonization of Lilith, she said, encapsulated religion’s subjection of female sexuality. As she removed her robe to reveal a lacy babydoll nightgown, she said she had just finished reading Richelle Mead’s series about a succubus. (She’s partial to stories with supernatural themes that include lots of sex.) She confessed that the irresistibility of the succubus had parallels with her personal life. (Male friends of her boyfriends were particularly susceptible.)
By now her body was pressed against mine at the foot of the bed. My erection could be felt through my pants. She pulled off my sweater, unfastened my belt, and undid my pants. My hands slid underneath her babydoll and discovered that she wasn’t wearing panties. My hand brushed against her pussy; she let out a soft low moan. She pulled off her nightie. My boxer briefs came off. We kissed and embraced on the bed, my hands caressing her breasts. She poured some oil on my cock and gently stroked it. Her mouth found its way to my cock, her tongue teasing the head before she gently nibbled on my balls. She retrieved a condom, placed it on her lips, and rolled it over my cock taking me into her mouth. I caressed her light brown hair as her hazel eyes looked up at me with her mouth wrapped around my cock. Then she moved her body on top of mine. She cooed as I licked and sucked on her nipples. Straddling me, she slowly inserted my cock inside her wetness and mounted me. As I felt her muscles tighten tighten around me, she started by slowly moving up and down on my cock. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear to fuck her hard. Then she accelerated her rhythm. She urged me to thrust deeper. My hands gripped her hips as I thrust back into her. The sight of her bouncing on top of me was exquisite. My hands moved up her waist before they settled on her tits.
“I want you to come in me,” she squealed.
I erupted inside the condom.
When Steph returned to the bed from the bathroom with a warm, wet washcloth to clean me up, she returned to her complaint as to how religion stifles sexual expression. Open relationships, such as the ones she engages in, are condemned by nearly all religious authorities. (She noted some of these same authorities have mistresses or see escorts.) Virtue, she implied, is not undermined by consensual sexual conduct. Were I in “church mode,” I’d answer with certain prescribed arguments. But lying naked in bed with a woman just after sex makes me disinclined to respond. My arousal quickly returned.
“Look who’s waking up,” she said with an impish smile at the sight of my burgeoning erection. She ran her fingers up and down my aroused member and softly stroked it. I reached down and fingered her pussy. She moaned that she wanted me to fuck her again. She slipped a condom on me and got on all fours. She looked back at me as I entered her. I started slowly, then after a few thrusts, she told me to go harder and faster. I began pumping harder, her firm heart-shaped ass bouncing off my pelvis. I came with a shudder.
We resumed our meandering conversation. A fellow provider had encouraged her to use social media to attract clients, but Steph was disinclined to do so. She again teasingly implored me to read the succubus stories or something by Laurell K. Hamilton. (Despite the appeal of the sexual content, I demurred.) The night grew late. It was finally time to depart. I dressed, and she accompanied me to the living room. We kissed each other goodbye. Then it was back into the cold winter night.
Lutheran Guilt 