Favorite sin
My Mama used to say I was bad from the second I was born. Think she really just used to say that cause I was a pain in her ass. When you're prone to give into the drinking and passing out parts of life having a kid can really mess your lifestyle up. But she was probably right in her own way, I was bad. That's why it's so hard to just pick out one sin when there's seven of them to choose from. Each of them's got their own appeal for me but if I gotta pick one it's gonna be lust. Like anyone's surprised by that.
Rolling around in the hay with a bunch of dumb boys from Southie when you're thirteen teaches you a few things. Like how to get off with a ten stroke wonder pressing himself into you. Most people frown at that but it's the handiest skill I've ever picked up. One thing about guys is that they could give a shit less if they get you off or not. They're only interested in one thing and that's getting it wet. You could lay there like a limp noodle or actively participate and it's all the same to them. Boys are easy but getting a girl off? Now that's fucking artwork.
I once knew this guy who told me I was like a cat in heat twenty four seven and he wasn't wrong. Some people think it's a slayer thing but if you've known me for a long time you know it's a Faith thing. I'm just always warm and itchy. I'm in lust all the time and I'm not even just talking about sex. Not the kind of sex most people think of but I guess it's all kind of sex. Dancing, drinking, fighting, fucking. It's all always been the same thing to me and I never stop craving it. Spent three fucking years cooling my jets in the state prison and that was the hardest part of the whole thing. I had to repress all those urges to bust out and bust up. Take those guards apart limb by limb before hitting the nearest club to satisfy all those urges simmering under my skin.
It's my favorite sin because it's the only one I can't live without. Sounds dramatic but it's true. I need it, that lust. Lust for sex, lust for partying and lust for the kill. It never goes away.
Rolling around in the hay with a bunch of dumb boys from Southie when you're thirteen teaches you a few things. Like how to get off with a ten stroke wonder pressing himself into you. Most people frown at that but it's the handiest skill I've ever picked up. One thing about guys is that they could give a shit less if they get you off or not. They're only interested in one thing and that's getting it wet. You could lay there like a limp noodle or actively participate and it's all the same to them. Boys are easy but getting a girl off? Now that's fucking artwork.
I once knew this guy who told me I was like a cat in heat twenty four seven and he wasn't wrong. Some people think it's a slayer thing but if you've known me for a long time you know it's a Faith thing. I'm just always warm and itchy. I'm in lust all the time and I'm not even just talking about sex. Not the kind of sex most people think of but I guess it's all kind of sex. Dancing, drinking, fighting, fucking. It's all always been the same thing to me and I never stop craving it. Spent three fucking years cooling my jets in the state prison and that was the hardest part of the whole thing. I had to repress all those urges to bust out and bust up. Take those guards apart limb by limb before hitting the nearest club to satisfy all those urges simmering under my skin.
It's my favorite sin because it's the only one I can't live without. Sounds dramatic but it's true. I need it, that lust. Lust for sex, lust for partying and lust for the kill. It never goes away.