The Good Christian

I wrote this during a writing session this morning. I haven’t edited or rewritten it so please be nice. 🙂

The Good Christian

I try to be good, I really do, but whenever I am around him, a deep lustful hunger consumes me. It’s a need to feel our bodies connect. I plan on resisting, but with a few deep kisses I feel my body yielding. The center of me, my feminine core, pulls toward him; aches to feel him inside of me. I am no longer thinking of what is pleasing to my God. I am an animal, my biology controls me, not my thoughts or well wishes. You’d think I’d feel guilty afterwards, but I don’t. It’s a primal instinct that can’t help but rejoice once it’s satiated.

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