The Lesser Sin

The Lesser Sin (c) 2001 by Mike Kimera

“Please, Sean,” she says, “use the other hole.”

For weeks now I’ve been “visiting” Mrs. Cassidy when her husband’s away. Doesn’t she go like a racehorse on speed once we get down to it? A shame it is to see a fine woman like herself never allowed a good gallop. But we’d not ridden this way before.

“Ah now, Maureen, are you sure?” says I.

“Father Michael says it’s less of a sin,” she replies, displaying a well-oiled entrance that looks a snug fit.

It’s a tight, sweaty, pleasure-filled canter that we have.

Catching my breath I whisper, “Bless you, Father.”

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