Preparing for teaching my class at church Wednesday night, I got the urge.
And I needed to satiate it.
I set aside my material on Galatians and brought up “Olga’s” profile on an escort site. A European “model,” her long blonde hair, green eyes, and 34c -28″-36″ measurements, as well as her promise of “adult fun,” were certainly enticing. I texted her seeking a date. She promptly responded and requested some information for screening. After satisfying her request, she texted back that I could meet her at her suburban incall in a couple of hours.
She opened the door to her hotel room wearing a sheer, short black nightgown. I could detect the outline of her black thong panties underneath. She looked older than her profile pictures, but was appetizing nonetheless. I placed the donation on the dresser. In a sexy accent, she asked me to get comfortable on the bed. I took off my clothes. Off came her nightgown, and she pressed my head to her chest, allowing me to suck on her erect nipples. She stroked my cock with her finely manicured hands, then ripped open the condom wrapper. I ran my hands through her hair as she serviced me with her mouth. The black thong came off.
“Fuck me, baby,” she moaned.
She climbed on top of me. As she rode me, I leaned forward and pressed my face against her tits. She then moved onto her back and spread her legs. I slowly pushed myself into her as I felt her legs wrap around my back. I started slowly at first, then went at it faster and harder, striving to penetrate her depths. Finally I couldn’t hold out any longer, and I groaned my release.
We disengaged. Neither of us said a word as we cleaned ourselves up and dressed. I had to make myself presentable for church. Before my hour was up, I was out the door.
Lutheran Guilt 