I Lured A Homeless Woman To My House And Had Sex With Her

I was in my mid-twenties at the time (late 90s) and I was a devout Christian. I was also a virgin. In an effort to remain chaste until marriage, I avoided any and all contact with women because I was terrified that I would piss all over my values if I got close to a girl.<br><br>The only exception I made was for homeless people. I would occasionally go to the park and talk to homeless people, which usually consisted of giving them money and a sandwich or an fast food meal, and listen to their stories and share the story of Christ with them. I also volunteered at a local soup kitchen.<br><br>Around this time, I was also having a crisis of faith. I was extraordinarily paranoid that I would go to Hell because of my sinful mind. I was convinced that I was the worst sinner in the history of the world and that I was destined for eternal damnation. My family and friends at the church encouraged me to seek out a mentor in the church who could help me work through my problems.<br><br>The church assigned me the head pastor, who encouraged me to continue doing the good work for the homeless, but to expand my efforts by inviting a homeless person to my house to "offer them a chance to see how normal people live". The first person I invited was a guy who I'll call W. W was an older guy who said he ended up on the streets because he was an alcoholic. I trusted him because he told me that he was also a Christian, and he carried a Bible with him everywhere he went. So I took a chance and invited him to my house.<br><br>He stayed the night, we watched some TV and he even helped me pray the demonic sex thoughts out of my head. He slept on the couch in the living room and there were no incidents.<br><br>About a month later, I met a homeless woman at the park. She told me that she ended up on the streets because her boyfriend of 3 years had thrown her out because she wouldn't have sex with him, even though they lived together. She told me that she was a Christian too, but she stopped going to church after her ex-boyfriend called her a whore and a slut in front of a bunch of church people.<br><br>I told her that I had a solution for her and offered her a place to stay at my house. I explained that the only bedroom with a bed had a lock on the door and that my couch was fairly comfortable. She said she would prefer to sleep in the bedroom. I said that the only condition of staying at my house was that she had to promise that she wouldn't try to get in my bed at night.<br><br>She promised, so I took her to my house. She showered and cleaned up really well. After she got cleaned up, she looked like a completely different person. She was extraordinarily beautiful. I did my best to ignore it, but she kept smiling at me and made a few passes at me by complimenting me and touching my arm. I was still extraordinarily paranoid about sex, so I retreated to my bedroom and locked the door.<br><br>Later that night, I heard a knock at the door. I thought it was weird, but I opened it up and the woman was standing there, buck naked. I did my best to ignore it and promised myself I wouldn't look. But she kept talking to me and getting closer and closer and I just couldn't help myself. I looked at her, up and down, and I remember getting a hard on right away.<br><br>The next thing I know, we're in my bed, having sex. I don't remember how we got there, but I do remember that I didn't have a condom on and that she didn't seem to care. I also remember that she was really good at sex, better than I thought a Christian girl should be. She even did odd things, like taking my balls in her mouth and biting them, and making me sit on her face. When we finished, she told me that she had never felt so loved and that God had clearly brought us together.<br><br>I didn't see it that way at all. I saw it as an attack from Satan himself. I felt like I had been tricked into sinning. I felt like the homeless woman was the whore of Babylon and that she made me sin against God.<br><br>I asked her to leave the next day and I never saw her again. I also never told anyone about it until now.