[S4S] Of the seven sins, which do we bear?

The deadly seven, the temptations we give into and choose not to resist. Each of them are monsters. Alluring. Irresistible. Indomitable. Who are we to stand against what nature intended?

 

Lust

All sins are grievous, but some less than others. Lust is the most forgiveable sin of all, to give into that primal desire, that carnal craving of want. To abandon all your duties for the sake of pleasure, that is the embodiment of Lust. To throw away what we see as the shackles of society for those moments together, to be drawn into each other and lost in our own world. Responsibilities pale in comparison to the attraction of fulfilling Lust’s words, listening to honeyed songs that Lust sings and falling prey to the deadly melody.

Whether it is the losing control at a workplace or sneaking off with half-suppressed giggles and blushing at the waitrons, all of it can be traced back to one thing. Lust. Do you, fellow sinner, lust for me?

 

Gluttony

Indulgence is allowed, but Gluttony is forbidden. The forbidden fruit is the sweetest of all, to take and take until we cannot take any more, to keep sipping on the divine nectar and falling back into the pools of pleasure offered with each earth shattering orgasm, grinding minds to dust. One after the other, Gluttony drives away all sense, not until the body is broken and quivering. Not until raising a hand is harder than lifting a car, not until the legs have been rendered hopeless and the mind left in tatters does Gluttony grant the mercy of release.

From humans to husks, broken through our own will and brought down to nothing but smouldering shells - emptied and convulsing at each aching touch and still steeling resolve to drink from the pool of pleasure once more. Drink with me?

 

Greed

Never enough, no matter how much. When you have one, there lies two, and from two becomes three. More and more, beyond practicality Greed shall drive, hitting the pedals until everything is within grasp. A single partner can sate Lust, a single can sate Gluttony, but never Greed. Greed demands more, unnecessarily, unyieldingly, unending. Why would what you have suffice when there is more to be had, more than one can wield and more still?

Greed contradicts sharing, all of it, all of them must be for you. Whether you serve them all or they serve you, Greed demands that it is all for one. Am I the one, or are you?

 

Sloth

Effort requires, as the word implies, effort. Why would effort ever be considered when there is Sloth? Have another do it all, have them strain their body for your pleasure. Sloth requires nothing of you, complacency is encouraged and praised, laziness the epitome and lax is the way of life. The remote is far out of reach, and yet the thirst for release requires even more than a simple stretch, so have another. Lie to them if need be, Sloth has no morality.

Shall it be a toy, something to entertain whilst lazing about? Shall it be a person, one that submits to the whims and wants of Sloth, one who takes pleasure in the pleasure of others or one forced against their will? Either way, Sloth if here to stay.

 

Wrath

Make no mistake, this is not some wanton wanting. No, this is Wrath. It isn’t a simple urge to inflict pain and misery upon another, it’s an unignorable itch that demands and shall receive the scratch it commands. Bodies beaten black and blue, broken through hands, feet and other tools are merely outlets for Wrath, almost an art form of self expression. Both sadists and masochists alike give in to Wrath, that of theirs of their partner’s - for without pain can there truly be pure pleasure?

Suffer at my hand or have me at yours, Wrath does not discriminate. Pain is just an illusion, a shame none of us can see past it. Shall we suffer to sate the decree of Wrath?

 

Envy

They’re better in some way, perhaps every way that matters. Envy rears its head, it’s simply put: Unacceptable. How can they be all that, how can they have all that, how come it’s always them, them, them? The breeding of hatred, the tickle at Wrath and singing to Envy in ways unseen ‘til now. It’s not enough to have what they have, they should suffer for it, pay for it in full.

Degrade them, humiliate them, break apart what drew your attention - if you can’t have it none shall. Fuck the light out of them, reduce them to the nothing they deserve. Life’s unfair, and theirs just got a whole lot worse.

 

Pride

Of all the sins to bear, Pride is the most egregious of them all. To hold one’s self as a God among mortal men and women, to allow and adorn the apparel of conceit. But that alone is not enough to spur on Pride, for what use is the best of the best if it is unknown and unshown? Thou shalt flaunt, immodest in all and pompous in every aspect because simply put those who own Pride - or perhaps are owned by Pride itself - are, to put it lightly, the paragons.

What shall you exhibit? Or rather, is there nothing you’re unwilling to show, to not only lay yourself in front of them all, but also to pull another - willing or not - for such a lavish display? It’s time Pride took hold to show them all the power and perfection that has been too-long hidden away.

 

What sins do I bear, and what sins do you? All, one or just a select few - regardless of number, regardless of choice, regardless of person and what they voice:

We all sin.

We’re all sinners.

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7 Sins: A sinner has been found.

Seducer of the Seven Sins

Are you my sinner, or am I yours?

(Note: It's A4A, I care not about who or what we play, sins don't discriminate.)