Posting this again but with part two included. This is my first gay erotic story, I’d really appreciate some feedback. DM if you like.
Some human legends would have it that angels don’t wear clothes and that they just let it all hang out – mainly the Cherubim, the chubby baby ones. The truth is, there’s no such thing as the Cherubim. God would never allow juvenile angels to wield such power, much less zoom around the firmament naked. So nakedness isn’t really an option, more’s the pity. Because if it was, I’d so dearly love to see Volzirabeth unclad.
There. I’ve said it. I’ve finally admitted it to my conscious self.
I have unnatural feelings for Volzirabeth.
Immediately the darkest fear I’ve ever known rises up within me. God will be aware of my growing inclinations. She knows everything.
‘Kayelsharah, The Most Holy wishes to speak with you,’ says Usiu, suddenly appearing before me.
I knew it. I’m in trouble now.
If I had a heart it would be thumping wildly. But I don’t. I have feelings though and thoughts and quite frankly, at this moment, they are all over the place.