Veronica Love's Memoir of My Sacred Pleasure continues as she recounts her obsessive Catholic childhood desire to be Mary Magdalene and Jesus' love, leading her to the true history of sacred sex, The Whore of Babylon and the sacred prostitute.
Next morning that Saturday, Steve drove me to meet his older cousins, Zach and Buck who had rented a room at Motel Sherman. All I can say is that it was very hot and steamy, fast and furious, fucking those two young men in every conceivable position. I cried out, “Ave Maria!” as I came over and over and over again while the air conditioner churned overtime to cool our heated bodies that soaked the sheets with sweat and cum. We sat smoking pot afterwards and drinking bourbon as the neon lights outside flashed against the night sky. That was when I confessed to them, “I can’t go back. I like this too much. I need to be fucked. And a lot.” Then we’d start fucking all over again.
Catch up on the story with previous posts: Part I Part II. Looking back on my high school days, I can laugh now. But back then it wasn’t so easy. Suppressing the heat and scent that my loins oozed, ignoring the fierce pulse in my muscles of sexual longings. I had to so that I could aid … Continue reading Oklahoma Strippers: My Wild, Sexy Sisters Again