On Fucking Jesus

Your hair is so long and thick. You wear a hairband around your wrist when you want to pull it back. You had your plain black hat on backwards. Your hair was long over your shoulders. Your goatee and your sideburns were well-groomed. I didn’t notice the red in it until much later, when we were spent & laying on your bed. It’s nice to be able to just lie there together and talk and laugh and be close. Not rushing around to get back to the reality of life. Maybe just delaying it a bit more. Enjoying the feelings we created in each other. Or maybe it was just the feelings you created in me. But I don’t think so considering how you have been acting since I had to come back home. But I will still remember you holding me and basking in our moments in time.

My Own Personal Jesus
As I look into your eyes I see the desire you have only for me at this moment. Your wanton lust, your innocence, your hunger to be accepted into my being, my inner core. Your eyes are so passionate. They fill me up with Just One look. No touching involved. Just a look. The same look you flashed at me in the bar. The look I think you made without realizing it. That you were getting lost in the moment. Please don’t ever stop. Even when I ask you to. I’m only trying to be good.

Over The Top for Jesus
As I place my tall, lithe body on your lap our passion for each other ignites. Like an uncontrolled fire burning deep inside both of us we fight against those who are trying to extinguish us. To keep us apart. To keep us inside our cages of conformity. Our need to break away is too great. We need to be able to feel if we want to. So we go with it. We let ourselves sink deeper and deeper, pulling each other in. Putting our trust in each other. Knowing that whatever happens after we can handle it. Or we wouldn’t continue… right? Or maybe we’re just Not thinking at the time. Not clearly enough anyway. And it’s not from having too much alcohol. It’s just hormones.

Put Your Trust in Jesus
I move my body in time with yours. Dry-fucking jeans to jeans. I know you are getting harder. You know I am getting wetter. Your hands wrap around my waist and push me down onto you harder. You can tell I like it. You can already tell I like it rough.

He Leadeth Me
My breasts feel so full. You free them from the confines of my push up bra. I feel you pushing them up and together but not too high up that it hurts. I am pleasantly surprised. Most guys don’t know where to stop. It’s as if you are the teacher of a “How to Please a Woman” class and you know all the right places, all the right moves, all the right positions. So that turns me on even more. Your fingers find my left nipple. You pull on it and tweak it down and twist it a bit and again pull it up. Then down. Then up again. Jesus! I can barely breathe.

Joyfully Serving the King
I undo your webby belt. I unzip that difficult to unzip zipper. I am determined to see my lover-for-the-night’s tool. I devour it hungrily and love to hear the sound you make, all the while moving my hair gently back from my face so you can watch. I breathe in your sexy scent. Musky, earthy, spicy like hopped up pinetrees. Sunshine on a hot summer day. I enjoy the sound you make when you feel my tongue on your head, flicking it around and around, teasing you. Such lovely, well taken care of cock and balls. I kiss and suck on your balls for a long while to show my appreciation for their smoothness. You let me kiss you again. Such a pleasant surprise that you are ok with that, having my tongue in your mouth after it was teasing your cock. Deliciously delightful.

Beneath the Cross of Jesus
You push yourself up and grab my legs. I was not ready for what came next. You surprised me again. You had a way of doing that all night, and not just from the physical aspect. You pick me up and carry me to your bedroom. Such dexterity you have, Daddy. Such strength. Always taking care of your Baby. Not dropping me until you throw me onto your bed.

Thy Rod Comforts Me
You smile as you trace your fingers along my smoothly waxed pussy. You can feel its softness, its Vulnerability. I can feel you searching for the opening to my love box, stroking it and making me moan with a longing I haven’t felt in a long time. To be with someone for the first time. There is no feeling like it. Wanting to explore each others’ bodies. Wanting to see what drives each other wild. But we both knew we shouldn’t get That Close. This was Just a one-night stand after all. Let’s use each other for our own Primal needs. Let’s get Lost in the moment and enjoy it.

He Will Answer Every Prayer
You start stroking me so fervently and with such determination, I start cumming immediately. You watch as your fingers stroke me good. You look at my pussy where the action is and you look into my eyes and watch my reaction to your finger fucking. I can’t believe the overwhelming desire you create in me. The wanton lust that you are bringing out of me. I am cumming so hard all over your fingers. You have pushed only two fingers in and are reaching so deeply into me I can’t stand it. You Found It! You have been The Only One Ever who was able to find my G-spot with his fingers. Oh my fucking God, when you hooked your fingers back around and fucked me good with them I was Lost. You shot me to the fricking moon. I was gone, floating on my Orgasm cloud and gasping for breath.

Christ Jesus Hath the Power
I asked you to fuck me right then and there and you quickly and gladly obliged. Your cock was alert and at attention the whole time, finally able to seek out my bare pussy like a homing beacon. On went the condom like a good boyfriend and you pierced me so good I could barely breathe. When you started fucking me you didn’t let up. The Energy you have is something I haven’t witnessed in Years. God how exhilarating that was! You were sweating so hard during our sex session and it didn’t help that the air wasn’t on or a fan. But you didn’t let up. You didn’t seem to mind until after. You told me, “I’m gonna cum Baby!” and oh my God, Jesus, did you ever.

Yes, Lord, I Will Say Yes!
I came so hard with you it was incredible. I loved hearing when you were gonna cum. I never hear that anymore and it was a welcome change. Usually I have to guess and wait for it and tap my fingers in my head and wonder when the hell it will be over for him so I can get on with my night. Then…when you said you were sorry it didn’t take very long that you were inside me and that Round 2 you would last longer. Ummm, Round 2? Jesus, I was still coming down from my free trip to fucking outer space and you were already talking about pleasing me again, and for longer, in the next round? Bless you! You just shot me to heaven with your words. Incredible. Fucking incredible.

Blessed Be the Fountain
So we chatted some more, whether it was killing time between fucks or just hanging out for fun I can’t tell. You are so easy to talk to. I didn’t even feel the need to get dressed again. We actually lounged around with each other naked. We were watching videos on YouTube, do you remember? I had my legs around you from behind, with my hot pussy pressed up against your lower back, my breasts grazing your upper back. I put my arms around your waist and sometimes my hands fell to your thighs. You stroked my legs and leaned back into me. You let me put my cheek on your shoulder and kissed me and laughed and smiled every so often. Just like old lovers, not newly met acquaintances.

He’s Coming Again
We fucked again, longer this time but with a bit more of a familiarity with each other. The nervousness was gone. The passion was still there. The desire to Just Be for each other was there. It was glorious. I think we did 3 positions (I can’t exactly remember cuz I did come back again 2 days later and we fucked 2 more times but that’s another story… literally) and when I was on top of you, I remember thinking: Perfect! Now it’s My Turn to make You feel good. Every man I’ve ever been with has expected Me to move up and down on his cock. I didn’t know any differently. So when you started thrusting me from the bottom, instead of just going with it, I wanted you to relax and enjoy My movements.

Is He Satisfied With Me
I was going slowly, trying to have you enjoy the moment a bit longer, feeling my pussy lips wrap around your shaft. Feeling how tight I am, stroking you and showing you how much I wanted to Please You. But you either couldn’t stand it so slow or it scared you to think I should be trying to make You Happy when you are such a giver. So you took over again with how you knew. And this time I surrendered. You thrusted your cock into me again, with such fervor and purpose. I couldn’t believe the desire you were invoking in me. Jesus, yes this was fucking but it was so much more and you knew it too. You came so hard in me again and I couldn’t believe how my body responded. Definitely a gold medal performance.

Since the Fullness of His Love Came In
I also couldn’t believe how my Mind responded. I was missing so much that I didn’t even realize until after we had been together, both physically and emotionally. Do you think I was ready for those feelings? Do you think I was looking for them or expected them to happen? Jesus, you were my Savior that night in so many ways. And I thank you for that. Those moments I will never forget. Those discussions we had. The laughing. The caring you had for me even before we left to go to the other bar. Why do you think I was drawn to come back? You washed away my sin filled kisses, caresses and smacks as if a hot steamy shower head were set up by the river Jordan. Thank you Jesus for renewing my faith that there truly does exist a man who can listen to a woman whose needs are not being heard in her wedded home and making sure those needs are met. Twice. In the span of a few minutes. And over and over again letting the waves of my lust for you flood your fingers and your cock. Watching you watching your fingers stroke me good. Finally feeling what it’s supposed to feel like from a man’s fingers. Watching your cock enter me and fill me up, finding my love button, thrusting in and out with wild, passion filled reckless abandon. Making me feel like someone to take the time with, to laugh with and “just be” with. The WB sex 2 days later was a bonus. I was really coming back for the F part of FWB. Thank you for making me feel welcome to both.

Fill Me Now
Thank you for calling me Baby. I miss hearing that. Thank you for saying my back is the sexiest back you’ve ever seen. Thank you for your time and attention. I was in such a fragile state.

Jesus He Set Me Free… I Have Sunshine in My Soul
Bless me Father, For I Have Sinned. Gloriously and wonderfully sinned. Amen.

P.S. Note to Jesus: It might still be true that your friends think you are a God for bringing back a chick you met that night and getting laid. I just hope one of us can say “Pineapple” to the other one someday and it will all be ok again. FWBs is fun but the F part is what I think we are both missing, even though you don’t choose to publically admit it. I ended up caring about you. It only shows how good of a person you truly are. But you can’t crucify me for it forever. I don’t think it’s fair for either of us. So when you are ready, I will be here… Counting My Blessings.

Jesus, Throw Out the Lifeline