[sparky282]

I dated a girl many years ago who was mostly normal, except she came from a family of Jesus freaks and was brainwashed into believing sex before marriage was evil. Often I had to work extra hard to get her naked, and even then in the middle of fucking she would have remorse and just want to stop, saying “this is wrong.” Toward the end of our relationship I talked to her about masturbating and tried to convince her it was healthy and not some kind of sin. We broke up soon after, but two or three months later I got a call one night: She said she was in bed masturbating, was super wet and wanted me to come over and fuck her. After she assured me it wasn’t a tease, I made the half-hour drive to her apartment. The door was left unlocked, so I let myself in and found her in the bedroom, as advertised in a state of bliss. I fucked her and then spent the night. Over the next year or so there were two other hookups between us. The last time I saw her we went to an adult store and bought handcuffs and engaged in some kinky action. I had lost track of her for many years, she has since married, but we connected online last summer and she was back to preaching the word and the importance of avoiding temptation, blah, blah, blah. It’s a turn on to think about the wild side of her into which I tapped two decades earlier.