The church smelled of sex. Like an unholy incense, it spread cloyingly to every corner; the smell of precum, of sweat, of the demonic sulphur and whatever naturally left my body. Condensation fogged the stained-glass windows and the light dimmed. I could see nothing but their panting faces. I was nothing beyond this moment, which stretched out the way my hole stretched, destroyed so completely I could never be anything more than this.
