It's one of the seven deadly sins. I commit it all the time. I confess to craving pleasures of the body day in and day out, and I confess to satisfying those cravings.
I just did. It felt so good. The foreplay lasted weeks. I stalked and fantasized. I plotted.
Should I take the blame, though, when it has come down to me through my maternal genes from several generations? If I'm acting on my nature, is it a sin?
Could these little beauties ever be a sin anyway?
Thanks to a tip from a Fluevog Ravelry group (Ravlink), I was able to make them mine, all mine, for nearly half price. That's no sin.
What do you refuse to think of as a sin?
