Crave Part 1

by Shae Sanders

They say sex is spiritual. That any time you sleep with someone, your souls are inextricably tied together for life. Thanks to my field of study, I was intimately acquainted with such theories which, let’s face it, are at least partly designed to prevent women from having and enjoying premarital sex. But even though I knew the truth intellectually, that sex is normal and natural and healthy, even; the mental conditioning I’d received most of my life was still hard to shake. My guardians had me in the pew every Sunday and I learned what all church girls learn…sex is for your husband only.

Angelo kissed like he lived…with arrogant confidence, essentially taking over and dominating. Jamal kissed with urgency like he wanted to rip my clothes off. And G? Slow and deep like he was making love to my mouth.