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.
Lutheran Guilt 