Lust Angel

By Julles Burn

Raised extremely religious, Luann is having a bad day. Short one fiancé, now there are snakes coming after her to punish her for her sins. Screw that. Luann’s sick and tired of being the youngest virgin headed towards spinsterhood. In desperation she prays for sex! And just like that a Lust Angel and his motorcycle gang appear to satisfy her every carnal and sinful desire.

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Harold reached for my hand, and I felt my pulse race. This was it. He was about to propose.

Why else would he have brought me up the trail to the look out on a weeknight and made me pack a picnic basket. We’d been dating long enough, the time had come to make it official, to give him the rights to claim my body as his due in the eyes of the Lord.

I should have been excited.

I should have waited patiently.

I should have allowed nature to take its course.

But I didn’t.

You see, what I haven’t told you yet, is that I had a secret.

A terrible, horrible, sinful secret.

I was a lusting woman.

That’s right, I was a woman who desired to have sex with another person. Outside of marriage. Anywhere at all.

I’d even done the unthinkable, and touched myself.

If Harold knew, he’d never want me.

I lived in fear at every service that the serpents would discover my sin. But so far, since I’d started touching myself, only a few weeks before that day, I’d been spared the wrath of the snakes.

If I could become an honest woman, a married woman, then all my sins would be washed away, I hoped. But, as Harold's clammy fingers squeezed mine, I had another thought.

I couldn’t bear the idea of saying yes to him. Not without having some idea what he'd be like in my bed. I needed to have some inkling of his body under the starched exterior walls he always kept erect. I wanted to know that he had something else that could become erect.

To my horror and his shock, I suddenly turned to him.

“Kiss me,” I begged, then I threw myself into his arms.

At first he appeared taken aback my request, but after extracting my arms from his side, and settling me back firmly in front of him, he nodded at me.

Pursing his lips obligingly, he closed his eyes and dropping his head back slightly. I was taller than him, so I bent my face down to find his mouth. But instead of giving him a chaste press against his closed lips like we usually did during our brief good night kisses, I did the unthinkable. I grabbed him tightly by the shoulders and smashed my mouth against his.

He stiffened beneath me—but not where I hoped...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Apr 28, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310706813

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Lust Angel

By Julles Burn

Copyright © Julles Burn 2015

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This is a work of fiction. This book is appropriate for audiences 18 years or older.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are the product of the author’s rather vivid imagination.

Any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, institutions, religions, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

~~ All characters in this book are 18 or older. ~~

Chapter One

Stop lagging, LuAnn, Harold Parson said with that I’m-going-to-be-the-next-elder-in-our-church, -so-listen-to-what-I’m-saying tone. I’d like to make it to the top of the trail before it gets dark if you don’t mind.

Easy for him to say. He was wearing blue jeans and hiking boots. I was wearing one of the long skirts our women always wore, and on my feet, I wore a pair of beat-up cross-trainers that barely kept the rocks out of my socks.

I’m coming, I said as sweetly as I could, hiking up my skirt as I made an effort to catch up to him. I gritted my teeth and ignored the pain as a small pebble ground against the outside of my big toe. I was twenty-four and going on Spinster. Harold was the only man who’d shown any interest in me whatsoever since my parents died and left me destitute. I couldn’t risk pissing him off, not when there was a chance that he was about to ‘pop the question.’

Even though I was in my mid-twenties, I’d never had a boyfriend or dated before. My parents, God rest their souls, were extremely protective of me, and forbade me to have any contact with the opposite sex. I was home-schooled my entire life, and save for attending church services three days out of seven every week, I didn’t have much contact with other people. That was fine with me since I’d always been extremely shy. I was an introvert who kept myself to myself.

My mother was already in her late forties when I was born, and as my geriatric parents aged, I took on the role of nurse. First my father passed, and then my mother, and any wealth they had accumulated, our modest and even more modest savings, was used up to pay for their medical expenses.

On the day I buried my last parent, the only home I’d ever known was auctioned off on the courthouse steps. I was nineteen at the time, dreaming of getting a college education, but being a home-school valedictorian wasn’t going to get me a scholarship. I needed to get a job and find a place to live.

Because my parents had been dedicated members of the Trinity Christian Church, the minister took pity on me, offering me a part-time job in the office. I made enough to rent a room in town and scrape out a meager existence. And thus went my life. Poorly paid, shy girl, with nothing to do but focus on the church.

Have faith in God and God will provide, our minister always said.

And he was right, I hoped. He’d provided Harold in my life. Soon, I’d become his wife, and all would be right with the world.

I kept my rightful place, always a few steps behind the man, as we continued trudging up the Sequonnee Trail. I didn’t allow myself to fall behind again. I couldn’t risk making him have second thoughts. Deep in my gut, I knew he’d chosen this extra-long trail for a reason. He was going to pop the question; I couldn’t blow it.

As we approached the final portion of the trail, just before the pinnacle, there was a steep, rocky incline. I reached out my hand, hoping Harold would help me up, but he was already on top admiring the view.

God is good! he proclaimed into the fresh air. A cloud of tiny mosquitos glowed in the last of the day’s sunrays near Harold’s head, and he slapped at his face. The cloud moved on out over the abyss just as I managed to scramble onto the pinnacle of the trail, without Harold's assistance and without spilling the contents of our picnic basket.

Rubbing the dirt off my hands and skirt, I stood up and moved closer to Harold. He eyed our picnic basket, and I got immediately to work, setting it up.

After we had completed our meal, Harold invited me to come with him to the edge. The view of nature as the sun set in front of us was breathtaking. Harold, on the other hand, I noticed as I eyed him surreptitiously, was in comparison, not nearly so. Short and balding, Harold had a weak chin and uneven, bulging watery eyes. He had no muscles showing anywhere on his body, and despite appearing thin, he sported a sizeable paunch around his middle. His posture, however, was perfect and erect, and his nose was always high in the air. The sexiest feature of Harold was his confidence. I gave him that.

I felt Harold reach for my hand, and I felt my pulse race. This was it. He was about to propose.

I should have been excited.

I should have waited patiently.

I should have allowed nature to take its course.

But I didn’t.

You see, what I haven’t told you yet, is that I have a secret.

A terrible, horrible, sinful secret.

I was a lusting woman.

That’s right, I was a woman