That “concupiscence of the flesh” with which Augustine was quite intimately familiar in his youth is ever-present: “I was bound by this need of the flesh.”
All of which drove me to seek out an encounter with Claudette. I had seen her just prior to when the pandemic struck. When I discovered she was visiting the area, I was eager to enjoy her company. To my surprise, when I sought an appointment, she remembered me: “Oh, yes, you’re the theologian.” We worked out a time that fit our calendars. When the date arrived, I made my preparations and drove across the bridge to the classic hotel where she was hosting.
A mature, sophisticated “courtesan” with a European background, she welcomed me wearing a sheer white robe. I spied the white teddy she wore underneath. I discreetly set the envelope containing the donation on a side table. We sat on a sofa, and she asked me about my studies. She had previously been in education and was interested in academia. I found her slight accent (she’s a native Francophone) beguiling and her intelligence arousing. Meanwhile her long creamy legs jutted out from the opening of her robe. After several minutes of conversation, she seductively placed her hand on my thigh. I’m certain she noticed my arousal. She suggested we move to the bed and promptly removed her robe.
We made it to the side of the bed. She positioned her knees on the carpet. Her hands reached for my belt. She unfastened it and undid my zipper. My pants fell down. She pulled my cock out of my boxer briefs. My cock literally ached as she handled it. I watched as she licked the head, then the shaft. She wrapped her lips around the length of my cock. I wrapped my fingers in her blond hair and groaned as my cock throbbed in her mouth.
She reached for the condom, and we moved onto the bed. She crawled on top of me, straddling my waist, and slid me inside of her. Her hips began gyrating. My hands grasped her waist before I reached for her tits. After riding me for several minutes, she dismounted me and got onto her knees. The sight of her curved body in front of me was pleasing to my eyes. I moved behind her and reentered her. Clutching at her hips, I went faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. My pelvis slapped against her ass. My face was marred by streaks of sweat. My balls tightened as I frenetically thrust. Then I erupted.
Collapsing on the bed afterwards, we engaged in a bit more conversation. As the end of our appointed time approached, I dressed and prepared to exit. We shared a kiss goodbye. Then I departed.
Lutheran Guilt 