Sinful Whore

I licked my lips, savoring the flavor of her husband’s cum as I turned back and nodded to my father’s sermon. He was such a sexy man. Such passion in his voice, in his face. The same passion with which he fucked the whore.

And my mother did not appreciate it one bit.

After my father’s sermon, which left me wet and itching and eager to commit more sin, the collection plate passed around. My mother slipped me a crisp $5 bill to drop in. It never made sense to me. My father’s salary was paid by the tithe. My mother then gave me $5 of it to drop back into the plate.

An endless cycle.

As I waited for the plate, I slipped the note I had written earlier into the folded $5 and shuddered when I dropped it into the brass plate lined with red velvet, joining the bills and checks and coins. I passed it on to my mother, who dropped a check in. The ushers collected it and took it to the treasury.

My note would then get discovered.

A hot flutter shot through me as church ended. I endured the endless