force its way through the small opening, and in a swirling wet embrace, wrap around my tongue. Jeremy picked me up off the ground like a feather and sat me on his lap on the edge of the bed, pressing on the back of my head more firmly and closing his lips around the tip of my tongue, sucking it into his mouth with such passion that I thought he wished to swallow it. It was easily the most romantic kiss of my life, the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me. I put my hands lightly on the swollen warm pectoral muscles of his chest and pulled back to catch my breath. After a few shallow breaths, I opened my eyes.
“Jeremy…it’s not right. We can’t—”
“No. We can…”
I felt his fist close tighter in my hair and he gave me another long hard kiss. He laid me back upon the bed, pushing the gift box to the side and loosening the sash on his robe. I could feel the warmth of his bare chest pressing into me. I felt myself melting into his hot skin. There was no escape.
Though I was ashamed to admit it, the truth was… I wanted this moment with Jeremy ever since I first saw him at church, years ago. I realized now it was never my intention to heal him with my prayers, but with my pounding heart. I thought of the other women he had invited to his home and wondered if they had already been with him tonight. Of course, they had. I instantly put the thought out of my head and gave myself over to the sensual kiss, the passionate tight embrace. I knew at that moment I wanted to be more than friends with Jeremy, even if it was considered a mortal sin before the Lord.
I had never before in my life done anything like this. But if what I was doing with Jeremy was so morally wrong, why did it feel so right? God forgive me, but I couldn’t help myself. I slipped the silk robe off his broad shoulders and it fell to the bed sheets. I put the side of my cheek against his chest and listened to the drumbeat of his heart. As Jeremy squeezed me close, the muscles of his strong arms flexed, pushing the thick blue veins out under the surface of his skin. I watched the blood surge through them, up his forearms, over his rounded biceps, and spreading out in little streams over his shoulders like the tributaries of a blue river. With my fingertip, I slowly followed the vein of his right arm from his wrist, up to his shoulder and back down his forearm again. I glanced further down and his…his manhood… made a huge tent under his black workout pants. I immediately looked away from his… erection. Jeremy made sure not to push it or rub it against me, which I appreciated. I know it was indecent of me but, against my will, my eyes kept drifting back down to look at it every minute or two. As he talked to me, Jeremy kept trying to nonchalantly adjust himself by pushing it down and making it behave, but sooner or later, like a naughty Jack in the Box, it would pop back up again. As I traced the lovely veins of his arm, he spoke in a low seductive voice to me.
“Can I tell you my favorite erotic story? It’s actually from the bible: the story of Adam and Eve. Picture them for a moment, before the business with the snake and the apple. There they are in the Garden, happy, sexually attracted to each other, and deeply in love. There’s no need to wear clothes to cover themselves. They’re unashamed of their bodies, living in perfect harmony with each other and nature. Sexy, right? But as soon as the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil is introduced, the story loses its eroticism and that’s where Christianity as a religion falls apart for me, Eve. The Old Testament God gives this incomprehensible command not to eat the apple, the snake tempts them, Eve takes a bite and now the two lovers are banished forever from Paradise. They become ashamed of their bodies, their sexuality, and cover themselves in disgrace. But think about this, Eve. What if we stopped the story right before God ruined paradise by imposing the concept of sin and
“Jeremy…it’s not right. We can’t—”
“No. We can…”
I felt his fist close tighter in my hair and he gave me another long hard kiss. He laid me back upon the bed, pushing the gift box to the side and loosening the sash on his robe. I could feel the warmth of his bare chest pressing into me. I felt myself melting into his hot skin. There was no escape.
Though I was ashamed to admit it, the truth was… I wanted this moment with Jeremy ever since I first saw him at church, years ago. I realized now it was never my intention to heal him with my prayers, but with my pounding heart. I thought of the other women he had invited to his home and wondered if they had already been with him tonight. Of course, they had. I instantly put the thought out of my head and gave myself over to the sensual kiss, the passionate tight embrace. I knew at that moment I wanted to be more than friends with Jeremy, even if it was considered a mortal sin before the Lord.
I had never before in my life done anything like this. But if what I was doing with Jeremy was so morally wrong, why did it feel so right? God forgive me, but I couldn’t help myself. I slipped the silk robe off his broad shoulders and it fell to the bed sheets. I put the side of my cheek against his chest and listened to the drumbeat of his heart. As Jeremy squeezed me close, the muscles of his strong arms flexed, pushing the thick blue veins out under the surface of his skin. I watched the blood surge through them, up his forearms, over his rounded biceps, and spreading out in little streams over his shoulders like the tributaries of a blue river. With my fingertip, I slowly followed the vein of his right arm from his wrist, up to his shoulder and back down his forearm again. I glanced further down and his…his manhood… made a huge tent under his black workout pants. I immediately looked away from his… erection. Jeremy made sure not to push it or rub it against me, which I appreciated. I know it was indecent of me but, against my will, my eyes kept drifting back down to look at it every minute or two. As he talked to me, Jeremy kept trying to nonchalantly adjust himself by pushing it down and making it behave, but sooner or later, like a naughty Jack in the Box, it would pop back up again. As I traced the lovely veins of his arm, he spoke in a low seductive voice to me.
“Can I tell you my favorite erotic story? It’s actually from the bible: the story of Adam and Eve. Picture them for a moment, before the business with the snake and the apple. There they are in the Garden, happy, sexually attracted to each other, and deeply in love. There’s no need to wear clothes to cover themselves. They’re unashamed of their bodies, living in perfect harmony with each other and nature. Sexy, right? But as soon as the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil is introduced, the story loses its eroticism and that’s where Christianity as a religion falls apart for me, Eve. The Old Testament God gives this incomprehensible command not to eat the apple, the snake tempts them, Eve takes a bite and now the two lovers are banished forever from Paradise. They become ashamed of their bodies, their sexuality, and cover themselves in disgrace. But think about this, Eve. What if we stopped the story right before God ruined paradise by imposing the concept of sin and
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