As I walked to her apartment in the winter dusk, I passed the Congregational church. The darkness helped conceal my clandestine visit. I had arrived directly from my position at a parachurch ministry, one that promoted conservative “family values.” Despite my public pretense of continence, my visits were becoming more frequent – almost weekly. The external expectations of holiness no longer restrained my inner lust. My guilt weighed heavily upon me. I still maintained illusions of renewing my purity. When the temptation to sin had arisen earlier, I coarsely pleaded to be relieved of it.
He found himself confronted by a choice as to his desire for the more accurate knowledge of the one great fascinating mystery that had for so long confronted and fascinated and baffled and yet frightened him a little.
Theodore Dreiser, An American Tragedy
But Leigh was such a sweet fuck.
She was his favorite sin. She was not a habit for him anymore, she was an obsession.
Akshay Vasu, The Abandoned Paradise
The door opened slightly, and I discreetly entered her apartment. Despite the dim light, the sight of Leigh, her dark brown hair tied up, dressed only in her black lingerie made my cock throb. She offered me a glass of wine. The libation only intensified my arousal. We went up to her bedroom. My lack of sexual experience meant that Leigh had become my de facto sexual tutor. And I was a willing student. As she untied her hair, I unbuttoned my shirt. Her lingerie came off. So did my pants. She pulled a condom out of a small chestnut box. She positioned herself on the bed and spread her legs, offering herself to me.
I had forsaken purity for pussy.
His was a disposition easily and often intensely inflamed by the chemistry of sex and the formula of beauty. He could not easily withstand the appeal, let alone the call, of sex.
Theodore Dreiser, An American Tragedy
I had long felt the stirrings of carnal longing. Now I was (literally) penetrating the mysteries of sex, made all the more intense because they had been forbidden for so long. I felt in my body the truth of the words penned by the Arabic poet Ibn Hambis: “When two bodies meet and are consumed with passion, the fruits of pleasure are harvested as soon as they are planted.”
I felt Leigh grasp my ass, as if she wanted to drive me even deeper inside her.
“Go for it! Go for it! Go for it!” she cried out.
There may come a time when you will wish you had never tasted the fruit from the tree of knowledge.
Louise Hawes, A Flight of Angels
There was no return to innocence.
Lutheran Guilt 