Raised extremely religious, Luann is having a bad day. Short one fiancé, now there are snakes coming after her to punish her for her sins. Screw that. Luann’s sick and tired of being the youngest virgin headed towards spinsterhood. In desperation she prays for sex! And just like that a Lust Angel and his motorcycle gang appear to satisfy her every carnal and sinful desire.
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Harold reached for my hand, and I felt my pulse race. This was it. He was about to propose.
Why else would he have brought me up the trail to the look out on a weeknight and made me pack a picnic basket. We’d been dating long enough, the time had come to make it official, to give him the rights to claim my body as his due in the eyes of the Lord.
I should have been excited.
I should have waited patiently.
I should have allowed nature to take its course.
But I didn’t.
You see, what I haven’t told you yet, is that I had a secret.
A terrible, horrible, sinful secret.
I was a lusting woman.
That’s right, I was a woman who desired to have sex with another person. Outside of marriage. Anywhere at all.
I’d even done the unthinkable, and touched myself.
If Harold knew, he’d never want me.
I lived in fear at every service that the serpents would discover my sin. But so far, since I’d started touching myself, only a few weeks before that day, I’d been spared the wrath of the snakes.
If I could become an honest woman, a married woman, then all my sins would be washed away, I hoped. But, as Harold's clammy fingers squeezed mine, I had another thought.
I couldn’t bear the idea of saying yes to him. Not without having some idea what he'd be like in my bed. I needed to have some inkling of his body under the starched exterior walls he always kept erect. I wanted to know that he had something else that could become erect.
To my horror and his shock, I suddenly turned to him.
“Kiss me,” I begged, then I threw myself into his arms.
