A sermon about His resurrection from the dead.
Like my libido, she thought, pushing her legs together, savoring the feeling. Electricity ignited from her core; her erect nipples ached. With her changing body, sex was of no interest. Until now. Resurrected. Awoken. Alive.
She glanced around, alone in the back-bench, everyone’s attention turned to the pulpit. Legs slightly spread, a hand slipped between, a cardigan hiding her solo pleasure. The preacher’s raised his voice to the crescendo of his sermon, and she reached her own. Mouth open, panting, and straightening her dress, she stood to pray with the congregation.
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