For God – An Embrace The Wild Fantasy
And God created woman…
Actually, He created plenty of women, but there was one woman in particular — a very special woman. One whom He created for Himself. She was fashioned to be an insatiable, sexual creature. She exuded erotica in every aspect of her being. From her voluptuous curves, to her perfectly sized and shaped breasts and ass, to the look in her eye, to the whispery quality of her voice, even to the color of her lips that gave rise to her nickname. Everything about her salaciously screamed sex. Most importantly was her natural fragrance — for every opening of her glory filled body exuded a pheromone laced carnal calling card.
In the church’s confessional sits the sexual being. This is the place she visits almost daily. It is here she admits her sinful passions. She tells the priest, for at least the hundredth time, that at her age, now approaching thirty, she should be able to better manage her desires.
Truly, she is repentant for her lustful actions. She is strong in her faith, and not only knows, but believes deep in her soul, that sex outside of marriage is a mortal sin. Yet, even with faith so strong, with a heart so open to her Lord and Savior, she cannot stop herself. Here, as she bares open her soul to plead for forgiveness, she is sure she will sin again. She is fully aware, that once she departs the holy ground, that of the one true and apostolic church, her body will not obey the commands of her brain, and once again, as had occurred yesterday, she will know the pleasures of so many men, and a quite few women.
The priest, having heard her confessions daily for the past five years, gives her penance to say. He also knows full well, with no doubt, that she will be back tomorrow. Additionally, he knows he will be sitting here, yet again, masturbating as he listens.
She blesses herself and exits the darkened booth.
She takes her usual spot, in the pew, below the crucifix. Intently, she studies the pained face of Christ. She understands His sacrifice for her soul, but can not resist the power of her lust.
She weeps at her weakness. She is afraid to leave, so she stays and prays.
Alone, in the cavernous house of God, the two sit silently, their heads bowed in prayer.
Finally, the priest speaks. He notes that she has been coming to confession for several years. The confessions are the same. He asks her if she is truly penitent and, if she really wishes forgiveness
Ruby is soundless.
Her eyes avoid his.
She doesn’t know what to say.
In the darkness of the confessional, with the screen barrier, she feels safe to lay bare her soul. She cannot see him looking at her. She never has to see the look of disgust she is sure is present.
God created man in his image, hence, the needs and desires of man, originated with God.
Now God has created for Himself, and what he has created is pure, passionate, perfection.
For God is an Embrace The Wild Fantasy, an e-novella and contains adult content and themes.
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