Lessons in Sin

’I hadn’t been called to be a priest.
I’d been called to be hers.
Whether this was kismet, God’s will, some divine decree, or a fucking cosmic alignment, I didn’t care. I didn’t need an explanation to be with her. Just like I didn’t need an explanation to breathe. I did both by instinct’

”You’re late,” I snarled, torn between kicking her out and giving her something substantial to choke on.
“Oh, come on.” She glanced at the clock on the wall. “Only two minutes late. Are you seriously going to be a vagina about it?”
“A vagina?”
“The fleshy pink canoe between a woman’s legs.” She panted, trying to catch her breath. “I know it’s been a while since you paddled one, but surely you remember what it is.”
“I do remember. Quite fondly.”
“Yeah?” She grinned, raising her eyebrows.
“Which is why I’m confounded to hear you use that part of the female body as a derogatory term. Given your infernal feminist tongue-lashings, I would expect you to use the word vagina as a compliment rather than associate it with weakness.”
Her mouth hung open, and she made a strangling noise.
“You’re so right.” She smacked a hand against her forehead and groaned. “I’m an idiot. I wasn’t thinking and… Gah! There’s no excuse for it. What I said was offensive and ignorant, and I’m sorry.” She straightened her spine and met my eyes, looking so irresistibly, gorgeously shamefaced. “I’ll kiss the Jesus or scrub the floors or whatever you decide. No resistance. I’m a total shithead.”

”Hey, handsome. I saw a chipmunk.” Her gaze returned to the shrubs where she’d been crawling, reluctant to let it go.
“You’re late.” I pointed at my watch as if it were the most important thing in the world.
“What’s that?” She leaned toward me, cupping a hand behind her ear. “Oh? I look absolutely ravishing today?” Her fists went to her hips as she smiled innocently. “Why, thank you, dear husband. You always say the sweetest things.”
I bit my lip as blood surged to my cock. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of your pussy.”
“Why don’t you? We’re all waiting.” She gestured to the surrounding habitats, indicating her menagerie of animals.

”I’m insane to want anything with you, Magnus Falke. But if I could have just one thing, it’s you on your knees, inserting my tampons every month.” Her blue eyes sparkled with restrained humor. “You’re a natural.”

”Remove your underwear.”
“Where’s the bloody pair that you never returned?”
“Clean and safely stored in its new home beneath my pillow.”
She floated into my space, her hands and chest sliding up my torso, her toes stretching, mouth reaching, hunting for mine. “You’re such a creeper.”
“Only for you.”

”You’re my first.”
“Your first girl to pee on the floor.”
“Yes.”
“Your first to bleed on her shoes.”
“Yes.”
“Your first tampon insertion.”
“Yep.” I felt my lips quirking into a smile, such a strange sensation.
“Man, I’m classy as fuck.”
“You’re classy, even under duress. Especially then.”
“Thank you.” She kissed my chest, her voice drowsy. “I’m your first orgasm in a church.”
“First and second.”
“Oh, yeah. The confessional blow job.” She sighed. “That was so hot.” Her eyes drifted closed. “What else?”
“You’re my first overnight.”
“Like the first girl to sleep beside you?”
“The very first person.”
“Ever?”
“Ever.”
“Happy to help you work through those commitment issues,” she murmured, snuggling closer to my neck.
I hadn’t allowed this level of intimacy with anyone, not even my regular lovers. When I wasn’t fucking a woman, I didn’t want her around.
The soft rhythm of her breathing told me she’d fallen asleep. The warmth of her body atop mine lulled me to follow her.
“You’re my first.” I ran my fingers through her hair, content to my marrow. “And my last.”

’I’d never engaged in a kiss that didn’t lead to sex. I’d never kissed a woman just for the sake of kissing. But I kissed Tinsley for two hours. I kissed her until our lips were numb and swollen and the taste of her mouth embedded itself in my soul.’

‘He gave me the teacher and the priest, the sinner and the sadist, the greatest of lovers and the staunch protector.
Our bond was eternal, and that was the grand prize, the best gift this universe had to offer.
He was my freedom.
My journey.
My destination.
My one great passion.
My choice.
My love.
My lessons in sin.’

“They keep me company.” She followed me into the classroom, still talking about the opossums. “It’ll probably sound dumb to you, but they’re all I have here. I’ll be devastated when they move on. But I’ll also be proud and blissfully happy. I only want the best for them.” She smiled to herself. “Animals are better than people.”
“How so?”
“They don’t judge. They don’t hate. If humans had hearts like opossums, what a beautiful world this would be.”
If people had hearts like Tinsley Constantine, my faith in humanity would be renewed.