A Devil On Both Shoulders

The Theme Of Temptation

Most people have a voice of reason that whispers in their conscience. I never hear that one. It’s as though I’ve got a devil on both shoulders. On the left side, crouches a slick-tongued temptress in red silk and tall stilettos. Urging me towards promiscuity and intrigue. And on my right, a seductress with darker eyes, burgundy lipstick and sharper teeth. Faster and louder. Legs spread wide open, not only playing with fire but becoming it. Impulsive, curious and on the edge of destruction. Stealing hearts and husbands unapologetically.

Marriage, What Marriage?!

At first, I thought I would outgrow my thoughts. Perhaps I was just immature or had too many hormones raging through my young, horny body. But the older I grew the louder the insatiable need got. Like an endless aching need for sexual desire and attention. The first time I found myself kissing another woman’s husband, it was in the back of a church. He was a dark-skinned, middle-aged man with three kids and a devil on each shoulder.

He sang in the choir with my mother. I noticed his gold ring catching the light as his trembling hand went up my dress. His fingers felt huge as he plunged them deep into the tender folds of my young virginal vagina. When he inserted two, I felt my eyes roll back in my head. Now understand why my older sister was always gossiped about. Whispers like “she’s such a little slut” echoing behind her throughout her adolescence.

Fleeting Flings – A Devil On Both Shoulders

I’m not trying to collect hearts; it just works out that way. I have a devil on both shoulders that never disagrees. They harmonize. One is always urging me to taste, while the other is encouraging me to bite. In the past I wasn’t too picky. All it took was for a man to ask me about my butthole and I would find myself in bed with him or engaged in some type of sexual act.

There was my teacher who would ask me to stay after class so he could eat my pussy in the janitor’s closet. The banker who enjoyed fine dining, good wine and my finger deep in his ass during blowjobs. The sexy musician who brought me flowers and introduced me to his wife who also had a devil on both shoulders. Her pierced clitoris and nipples served as a playground for my greedy tongue.

Then one day the new preacher dropped by the house to deliver books for my mother. There was a glint in his eye that told me he had a devil on both shoulders as well. Before I could help myself, I smiled the way I always do. Then rode his throbbing cock until the couch cushions were soaked and we were breathless. People talk, they always do. I just smile, gloss my lips and keep moving. Leaving when the spark begins to fade. Walking away with a wink, a grin and not an ounce of regret.

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