“The door is unlocked.”
I walked up to her incall apartment in the dark December chill. Upon entering, she greeted me in a short, silky robe. My eyes surreptitiously glanced at her toned legs. We chatted for a while, catching up since my last visit. (She informed me that my areas of academic research weren’t scandalous enough.) She had been reading some fiction featuring kinky sex demons. The ice in the glasses of water she had set out had melted by the time she suggested we head to the bedroom. I followed her, admiring her swaying derrière.
She put on some sensual music in the dimly lit bedroom. At the foot of the bed, she pressed my body against hers, moaning when she felt my erection. Her robe came off, revealing her babydoll lingerie in cheerful Christmas red. As she unbuttoned my shirt, she made the observation that I need more “chaos” in my life. (As if my insatiable pursuit of sex isn’t disruptive enough.) I pulled down the straps of her lingerie; her perky breasts appeared. My hands reached under her babydoll and slowly pulled down her panties. Her nightie fell to the floor. I kissed her neck, then my mouth moved down to her breasts and her very responsive nipples. Her moans grew more intense. She guided me onto the bed and crawled between my legs. She kissed my thigh, then started to gently nibble on my balls. She then took my engorged cock into her warm, wet mouth. I caressed her soft auburn hair as she started sliding her mouth up and down my cock.
She reached for a condom, and after a bit of difficulty opening the wrapper, slid the condom on with her mouth. She climbed on top of me, my hands on her hips as she slipped me inside her. The bed creaked as she rode me, my hands playing with her tits as she bounced on me. Her girlish moans heightened my arousal.
“Oh, yeah….”
We fucked in a frenzy. She rocked her hips faster and faster. I could feel her clench around me. Then my cock erupted with some fireworks of its own.
Lutheran Guilt 