My vagina is in need of a plumber. I'm leaking juices as if a pipe has burst within me. His cock is rock hard and enlivening my clit, my breasts and my innards. I feel fantastic. Sexy. Alive. Chosen.

His hands are on my naked hips, caressing my bony flesh. His scent is sweet. His naked body, frankly, looks great.

I rock back and forth, and his cock stimulates me in places my fingers simple can't reach.

I was taught that sex before marriage is a sin. Would a God who loved me really deny me this harmless pleasure?