That each of you should learn to control his own body in a way that is holy and honorable, not in passionate lust like the heathen. (1 Thess 4:4-5).

Jenna texted me her room number when I arrived at her hotel. I knocked on the door of her room, and she opened the door in a bathrobe. She gave me a hug and a kiss before I asked if I could fresh up in the bathroom. She assented to my request, and I left the donation in an envelope on the counter before I took a quick shower. She was waiting for me on the bed when I came back out. Her robe had been hiked up, giving me a good look at her sun-kissed legs. I had visited her last winter. She had maintained the look of the hot college cheerleader I had secretly longed to fuck – blond hair, blue eyes, pouty lips. I climbed onto the bed next to her, and we resumed our acquaintance. While we innocuously chatted, her robe came off; she had been wearing nothing underneath it. Her luscious, natural DD breasts transfixed my gaze. My cock was throbbing.

There was nothing holy or honorable in me at the moment.

I reached over and fondled her tits, caressing them and sucking on her nipples. She reached for my crotch and started stroking my cock and teasing my balls. She then rolled me onto my back. I emitted a slight groan when she wrapped her lips around my cock. Her head moved up and down as she pleasured me. She applied a condom and moved her body down on top of mine. My hips started to thrust off the bed in response. I enjoyed the sight of her big tits bouncing up and down as she rode me. I also wanted to enjoy the sight of her juicy ass, so she acquiesced to my request to position herself on her hands and knees. I moved behind her, gently caressed her butt, then penetrated her. I held on to her hips and started to pump, yielding unreservedly to that passionate lust I can’t control. She vocally responded to my exertions, motivating me to fuck her even harder. I grabbed her ass and continued thrusting into her. I felt beads of sweat trickling down my face. Harder and harder I went at it, savoring her body and the sensations it produced, before I finally surrendered to my orgasm.

After cleaning me up, she joined me on the bed for another light conversation. I caressed her breast as we talked. The end of our encounter approached. She allowed me the opportunity to take another shower. After I dressed, we hugged and said our goodbyes. Then I left her room.

With my pastoral duties lightened for the summer, and the burden of teaching waiting until the fall, I’ve immersed myself in making progress on my dissertation on liturgical theology. Lots of long hours researching at the seminary library and writing in coffee shops. I’ve been almost monk-like in my academic activities. But I’m the far from being a monk. My self-imposed enclosure can’t long withstand the allure of more sensual pursuits.

All of which brought me back to Jewel. She returned, as promised. When I reached out via e-mail to schedule with her, she enticed me with some unexpected photos of her in various states of undress. Not wanting to pass up this opportunity, I booked an engagement with her.

As I approached the door to her hotel room, I was already gripped by my arousal. Jewel opened the door and let me in. This petite Asian stood before me in a fancy bra and panty set. There were some pleasantries, then I excused myself to take a shower and wash off the sweat from the summer heat. When I emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, she was seductively lying on the bed. I made my way closer to her to get a better view of the curvature of her ass. She undid my towel and tossed it aside. Without a word passing between us, we started to kiss. I removed her bra, her bare breasts exposed. My mouth left her lips and moved to her erect nipples. As I sucked on them, she purred. My tongue retreated from her nipples and darted back inside her mouth. Then her panties came off.

What followed was a blur of flesh, a cacophony of moans. I explored her body – licking, kissing, tasting. She followed in turn, pleasuring me. As she fell to her knees, I ran my fingers through her silky black hair. I gripped her head as her mouth consumed my manhood. A condom came on, and she mounted me first. Our bodies bounced to an unscripted rhythm. We switched positions as I moved on top, furiously driving myself deep into her. Her small breasts bounced in response to my exertions. My stamina waned, and I erupted into the condom. As I watched her play with herself, my arousal didn’t take long to return. Jewel would not be denied her pleasure. She wrapped me in a new condom. I bent her over the bed. My body taut as my hands desperately grasped the sides of her buttocks, my pelvis rhythmically slammed into her backside. My thrusts jarred her slender body, each thrust seemingly provoking an audible gasp. I continued fucking her this way even as I grew sore. Then I erupted once more.

I collapsed on the bed afterwards. Jewel focused on cleaning me up, then moved to put her bra and panties back on. As she stepped toward the mirror, she glanced back at me with a smirk, as if she had seen through my pious façade. No monk am I.