Might be sinning... (Blog part 2) from LampBesideAChairInTheGarage's blog

She invited me to her home that day of the first blog because her parents and siblings wouldn't be there.

 She showed me all of her interesting mystical knick knacks. She's very much into magic and knows a lot of stuff about spells, astrology, and her knowledge of the spiritual realm is much more than mine. Walls of pentagram cut-outs, satanic pendants and rings, different amulets and interesting tokens of fortune. Books and books on spirituality, occult teachings, novels, Canadian paranormal stories, and a xbox 360 with her favourite game gears of war. A guitar she thought would impress me did, and she enthusiastically showed me her bongos she plays and loves. She sat me down at her computer desk that had three different sized bongs and a hookah and left to the bathroom to change.

When she came back she hadn't changed her shirt or pants at all, but I saw red lace poking out of her sweatpants that wasn't there before, and her brastraps matched. 

We indulged ourselves in marijuana, blowing the smoke freely in the room. Apparently her father and family smoke marijuana too, so it's not a problem. She said laughing "Do you like my bong or something?" because I kept smoking even after she stopped. It takes more for me to get high. She lit candles in the corner that were marked "seduction" "lust" and "peace".

At one point I asked her to sing for me, and she was very hesitant and scared, but she did it; and it was fucking beautiful. I just listened. I didn't want to look at her and make her feel pressure, I wanted the songbird to fly free. The weed put a rasp in her voice she didn't like, I thought it was really beautiful. She was so happy when she found I was blown away. 

Then she showed me her belly dancing. Her hips moving so fluidly. She explained different styles of belly dancing, like the differences between when you move your knees and when you don't, and when you do this, and when you do that, and when you...I wasn't even listening to her. I was mesmerized by her so sexy body moving like that. She knew, so she kept doing it longer.

She showed me her paintings, and a lot of them were very dark, with hidden symbolism. She explained a few of their meanings to me, some she didn't, which I respected and left alone. I thought I played guitar and sang well. I thought I was an artist. But she warped my mind. 

Her family was coming home, and before I left, we became very passionate together. Kissing and embracing. In heat, she tells me she doesn't care about her boyfriend, she knows she wants to fuck me to my soul. 

The next day after school she came to my house. After telling me stories of her and her boyfriends lives together we fucked for the first time. She said he'd know she screwed someone else because my dick would spread her flower wider than her boyfriend could. I fucked her again, and again, and again, until the garbage was full of condoms.

On her way out she said something I think I should have known before I built this sort of relationship with her; she lives with this boyfriend. They're codependent. She says she's not sorry, she doesn't feel guilty, and she wants me. She lusts for me in ways she hasn't ever felt before.

Oh Satan, thanks for this angel...