Sin No More by Stefan Lear Page A

wouldn't be happy with me if I acted on my desires. Maybe He
would understand, though. I was no sinner, after all: not like
those sluts at the clinic.
    I remember the last time I ever saw
him. I can remember it as clear today as if it were yesterday. He
had walked me home from the park after one of our dates. We were
discussing the book of Job. I wasn’t paying too much attention I’m
embarrassed to say. The demon Lust had clouded my mind, making it
almost impossible for me to focus on Job and his trials.
    I asked him to come inside for a minute
after we arrived at my front door. I knew that the church had bingo
that night. That meant Mama wouldn’t be home until later in the
evening. Although he politely obliged, he seemed surprised by my
invitation.
    I’m not sure what my intentions were.
Innocent or not, once I had him all to myself, I knew I couldn’t
control my desires for him anymore.
    I kissed him.
    At first, he was frozen. I can only
assume he was in shock at my forwardness (plunging your tongue into
a young man’s mouth isn't the kind of behavior you would expect
from a proper lady like myself). He slowly warmed to my advances
despite his stunned reaction. I wanted him. I wanted him, and he
told me he wanted me too. I confirmed his desire for me when my
hand brushed the front of his pants.
    I held his hand and guided him to my
bedroom. My heart was pounding. I’m sure he could hear it if he
listened carefully enough. We undressed together until our figures
were just as bare and exposed as Adam and Eve’s. I kissed him
again, and he held me in his arms.
    I knew that what we were doing was a
sin. We weren’t married, after all. At that point, I didn’t care
anymore. I loved him, and I knew in the deepest recesses of my
heart that we would be together forever.
    His touch was the most incredible
sensation I have ever felt in my entire life. I lost myself in his
embrace, my body sinking like an anchor into the deepest, darkest
depths of his passion.
    He took my virginity that night. My
entire being filled with pleasure. The sensation built inside of me
and became more intense. I felt as though I was going to burst. And
burst I did. Our love erupted that night with a hedonistic
explosion of gratification.
    It was my first experience in the
circus of sex, and it would be my last.
     

When we had finished, he stood up from the bed. He shot a
handsome smile at me. I asked him if he wanted to stay in bed with
me a little while longer. We still had time before Mama returned
home. He declined my offer to cuddle, however.
    It was then that he told me that what
he came for I had already provided. His answer left me upset and
confused. I asked him to tell me what he meant. I asked him to tell
me that he wanted to be with me, but hearing my pleas only caused
him to throw back his head and laugh.
    His voice had transformed into mocking
chortles. The sounds gushing from his mouth were the howls of a
dozen dogs all crying out together as they died. His voice wasn’t
the only thing about him that changed before my eyes.
    I could feel my heart rise in my throat
as I watched his beautiful blonde hair fall from his head, replaced
by a pair of twisted goat-like horns. His nose extended forward
like a boar’s. He smiled at me, wearing a serpent's grin. A row of
pointed teeth glistened in the twilight that had trickled into my
room. The sickening sound of bones cracking and flesh tearing
filled the room as his body continued to contort itself into a
horrible, disfigured form.
    By the time the noises had faded his
spine was bent and misshapen, and his body had almost doubled in
size. He looked down at me. His skin was dark, almost a chestnut
brown. There was a faint glow that emanated from his skin as if
lava were boiling just below the surface. In stark contrast to his
skin, intense shadowy eyes punctuated his face. They were two dark
pieces of coal buried deep in the sunken eye sockets. His hands and
feet were near twice the size