Sacred Sin & Jan's Pleasure

The scent of aged paper and leather hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint, lingering sweetness of vanilla from a forgotten candle. Jan adjusted the heavy Bible on her lap, its weight familiar and comforting as she reread the passages Don had unearthed. The debate had begun innocently enough, a casual discussion about scripture and its implications, but it had quickly spiraled into a passionate argument fueled by an unacknowledged yearning. The room, usually a haven of quiet domesticity, now throbbed with a palpable tension, charged with unspoken desires and simmering frustrations.

Don stood in the doorway of their bedroom, a silent sentinel observing the scene before him. His face, usually a mask of calm contentment, was now etched with a mixture of amusement and something akin to arousal. He’d witnessed Jan’s frantic, desperate self-pleasure, her frantic attempts to quell the insistent pull within, and he found himself strangely captivated by the raw vulnerability on display. The image of her clenched jaw, arched back, and the frantic rhythm of her fingers against her clitoris had burned itself into his memory, a potent reminder of the hidden depths beneath her placid exterior.

“What are you doing?” he finally asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the room. “I thought you had stopped masturbating a long time ago?”

Caught, Jan stopped jilling, a wave of shame washing over her. The pleasure she’d desperately sought now felt tainted, a transgression against the vows she’d made. “I needed a release,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. “What else am I supposed to do when you’re not here to help?” The question hung in the air, loaded with both longing and accusation.

Don crossed his arms, his gaze unwavering. “But you know that’s a sin, don’t you?” he said, his voice laced with disapproval. “The Bible doesn’t condone it.”

Jan stared at his eyes, searching for any flicker of understanding, any hint of compassion. “I’m not sure it is,” she countered, her voice gaining strength. “After all, the Bible doesn’t say anything about it being a sin. It only talks about the consequences of actions.” She glanced down at her own body, at the glistening skin that bore the marks of her desperate release, and then back at Don’s crotch, a silent invitation passing between them.

“If it is wrong for a man, then equally so for a woman,” Don insisted, his conviction unwavering. But Jan wasn’t swayed. “But that’s just it. Read me the verses you have in front of you.” She gestured impatiently at the open Bible, her fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the cover.

Don retrieved the book, flipping through its brittle pages until he found the relevant passage. “See, right here,” he began, his voice measured and deliberate, “it talks about Onan being condemned for spilling his seed on the ground, and that’s what people who masturbate do. They spill their seed.”

Jan’s legs remained spread wide on the bed, her gaze shifting between her own pussy and Don’s. “Maybe you spill seed, but I don’t,” she murmured, her voice laced with defiance. “So it doesn’t apply to me.” As she said this, she felt the familiar heat building in her lower abdomen, a silent plea for attention.

“If it is wrong for a man, then equally so for a woman,” Don repeated, his disapproval palpable. But Jan ignored him, her focus entirely on the rising tide of pleasure within her. “But that’s just it. Read me the verses you have in front of you.”

He paused, his eyes narrowing as he considered her request. Then, he cleared his throat and began to read, his voice resonating with religious fervor: “And Judah said unto Onan, Go in unto thy brother’s wife, and marry her, and raise up seed to thy brother. And Onan knew that the seed should not be his; and it came to pass, when he went in unto his brother’s wife, that he spilled it on the ground, lest that he should give seed to his brother.”

As he finished reading, Jan cast a glance down at her own pussy, a silent acknowledgment of her arousal. “Maybe you spill seed, but I don’t,” she repeated, her voice filled with a touch of smugness. “So it doesn’t apply to me.” Her hand instinctively reached down, gently stroking the sensitive skin between her legs, savoring the anticipation of what was to come.

“Yes it does,” Don said, crossing his arms. “You’re not the only one who knows the consequences of pleasure.” He took a step closer, invading her personal space, his gaze intense and possessive. “But don’t you think the act of receiving pleasure can also be sinful?”

“I’m not sure it is,” Jan replied, her voice a mix of defiance and vulnerability. “After all, the Bible doesn’t say anything about it being a sin. But as long as we are aware of the consequences of our actions, then we have no choice but to accept them.” She paused, her eyes meeting Don’s, a silent challenge passing between them. “Show me.”

Don retrieved a Bible and flipped through the pages, searching for the relevant verses. Finally, he found what he was looking for. “Okay,” he said, clearing his throat. “See, right here. It talks about Onan being condemned for spilling his seed on the ground, and that’s what people who masturbate do. They spill their seed.”

“As a matter of fact, Onan wasn’t even masturbating when he did that,” Jan said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “But there are other verses.”

“Yes, there are,” Don replied, his eyes widening slightly. “It says right here in Ephesians 5:5—For this ye know, that no whoremonger, nor unclean person, nor covetous man, who is an idolater, hath any inheritance in the kingdom of Christ and of God.”

Jan wrinkled her nose in disgust. “I didn’t see anywhere in there that it talked about masturbation.”

“Unclean,” Don stated, his voice firm. “Masturbation is unclean.”

“And you equate unclean with sin?” Jan questioned, her gaze unwavering.

“Well, it does say that the unclean will not inherit the kingdom of God,” Don replied, a hint of triumph in his voice. “So yeah. I’d say it is a sin.”

“Fair enough,” Jan conceded, but her tone remained skeptical. “Now, how do you explain Romans 14:14 then?”

Don returned his attention to the Bible, quickly locating the passage. He read it aloud, his voice filled with conviction: “I know, and am persuaded by the Lord Jesus, that there is nothing unclean of itself: but to him that esteemeth any thing to be unclean, to him it is unclean.”

Jan grinned, a spark of triumph in her eyes. “You see, the first one you quoted said the person themselves was unclean. That’s why they will not inherit the kingdom of God. But this verse is talking about activities or things outside of the person which could be considered unclean. So here Paul is saying that masturbation, in and of itself, is not unclean. Because “nothing is unclean of itself.”

“But doesn’t doing unclean things make the person who does them, unclean?” Don challenged, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Well, you have yet to check out the one verse in the Bible that conceivably talks about masturbation—Leviticus 15:16,” Jan replied, her voice laced with amusement.

Don quickly found the verse and read it aloud. “And if any man’s seed of copulation go out from him, then he shall wash all his flesh in water, and be unclean until the even. Whosoever toucheth her shall be unclean until the even.”

Jan cast a glance at her own pussy and then at Don’s crotch, then back to her pussy. “See, I don’t have any control over when or if I have a period. If the Ephesians verse were talking about masturbation, it would also be talking about my periods. That would mean that if I died in the middle of a period, I would not inherit the kingdom of God. Likewise, if you hugged me during those seven days I am unclean, you wouldn’t inherit it either.”

Don nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. “Oh, I see. This passage is talking about ceremonial uncleanness, not moral.”

Jan smiled. “Yep. And that is the type of uncleanness that Paul was talking about in Romans as well. Except by then, it had taken on the connotation of rejection by God. Those types of activities were only sinful in the context of being part of the fall, but not anything we would attribute as morally sinful. That’s why, after Christ came, Paul could say that nothing is unclean in and of itself. The only thing that is unclean is whatever you’re convinced is unclean.”

“Makes sense,” Don admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “But then I wonder what Paul meant that an unclean person would not inherit the kingdom of God? What would make a person unclean?”

“Sin in general?” Jan suggested, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “That’s what I would think. A person who hasn’t received forgiveness through Christ? Those are the only things I can see that would make a person unclean and not be able to inherit the kingdom of God.” She paused, her gaze lingering on Don’s face. “But we can’t really call masturbation sinful or unclean without any supporting verses defining it as such, can we? And as far as I can tell, there are none.”

Don scratched his head, a look of frustration on his face. “You’ve been doing a lot of studying on this topic,” he said, a hint of admiration in his voice.

“Yes, I have,” Jan replied, a confident smile spreading across her lips. “Like you, I was concerned that it was a moral sin. But based on what I’ve just shared, I’ve concluded that it isn’t. Though a person can use it, like anything else, in sinful ways and for sinful purposes.”

Don grunted, still grappling with the implications of Jan’s arguments. “Um, even if it isn’t sinful, it will take me a while to get comfortable watching you do it — and especially to do it in front of you. That said, I can help you release now.”

Jan smiled, a playful glint in her eyes. “I thought you might want in on the fun.” She leaned closer, her hand reaching out to gently caress his cheek. “Let’s not waste any time.”

As she said this, she began to move, her body undulating rhythmically, a silent invitation to join her in her exploration of pleasure. Don watched her, mesmerized by her beauty and her apparent disregard for societal norms. He knew he should resist, that this was a transgression against his beliefs, but the pull was too strong, the desire too overwhelming. With a sigh of resignation, he rose from the bed and approached her, ready to embrace the forbidden fruit.

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