When I dated a devout Christian after my divorce, I immediately disclosed that I was Wiccan. Her married brother was in seminary because he couldn't keep his hands off of bar groupies when he played in a bar band. He called me an agent of Satan out to tempt her away from God.
It turned out that her ex-husband, also a devout Christian, believed that it was a women's duty to sexually service her husband at any time, he didn't believe in foreplay, and he had a large penis. She didn't like sex when we met. When I introduced her to the glories of sex, she dove in whole hog.
The brother later recanted to me personally at a family function. He said that no one had treated his sister better than I had, and she seemed happier than he'd seen her in years. I felt that I had done my duty as an Agent of Satan, corrupting her to the pleasures of the flesh.
I hope her next husband appreciates that.
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