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Here at In 500 Words or Less I will share with you samples of my Christian erotica, Christian erotic romance and straight erotic romance. I hope to arouse, evoke and stimulate all kinds of feelings and questions. In 500 Words or Less is a companion blog to In Search of the Sublime, where I share my thoughts on Christian erotica, both fiction and non-fiction, and my hopes for christian erotic romance. I hope you'll join me there too.

So to get us started, here is Savior or Satan. For more on how I came to write it, stop on over at In Search of the Sublime.

     Savior or satan?

     Which will I be first today?  

     I know I'm always the latter to you. And, if the truth be told, I like that you see me that way;

'cause playing that role lets me be the former too.

     Confused?  Let me explain.

     From the first day we bumped heads, crossed agendas, squared off, I knew I had found the 

intellectual mate I’d been searching for. Each subsequent skirmish was more thrilling, more 

arousing, more satisfying than the one before. It brought out the beast in you and released the 

bitch in me. I’ve never had anyone know me so thoroughly, know what I want so intimately, 

know how to deny, and thus tease me, so effectively. Then, when I realized I had the same effect 

on you, I knew we were soul mates.

     Our coupling was inevitable and exquisitely violent. The sting of love and the kiss of hate 

seduced me when you held me down and sucked my clit. I dug my nails into your back and 

possessed you in the grip of my legs. Each time I clenched your cock I accepted not only how 

much you controlled and owned me, but how much I wanted to control and own you.

     Could things ever have been otherwise between us? No. I’m a believer. You are not. 

Unequally yoked but inextricably bound. That night when we declared our shared animosity, 

but reveled in our mutual attraction. You made me love you. I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t 

want to do it. Therein lies my dilemma. I crave your body as much as I crave your downfall.  

     I know you knew it way before I did, so why do you still look confused? Do you really not 

understand what I'm saying? 

     Loving you makes life bearable, makes life worth living. My world is changed because of what

you make me feel. When I'm focused on you, the world is different; less cruel, less lonely, less 

purposeless. I'm less cruel, less lonely, less purposeless. Even though everything I’ve been 

taught, everything I believe says the opposite should be true.

     Hurting you is the only way I can love you because it's the only way I can ever comfort you, 

can ever be allowed to. You can't deny it because it’s true for you. Your atheist friends and my 

Christian brothers and sisters would shun our coupling with equal aversion. We hurt and heal

in glorious secret.

     So how do we step our dance today? 

     Do I do first help then hurt you? Or hurt and then help?  

     Will I be Savior before Satan? Or the other way around?

     Actually, it really doesn’t matter. 

     Either way satisfies.