Sister Mary
Date Thursday, March 28, 2024 - 07:32 PM PST
Topic Smut


Oh Mary, I have seen the burden of sin in yor deep brown eyes as yoo light candles on yor own in the chapel. How it wets yor cheeks when yoo genuflect before the altar, gazing up at the likeness of Christ's suffering. Yoo have resisted sin with yor every deed but always in yor heart dwells carnal sin of a propensity beyond the reaches of yor every confession. Burning in yoo always, it has forced yoo to learn the twenty-second Psalm of David by heart.
Yor every word echoes throughout the chapel chamber as yoo utter the Lord' Prayer. I have seen yoo clasp yor hands togeather and pray for deliverance: "Oh Lord, I serve yoo faithfully always in all ways but for one. I pray for yor divine grace. Enshroud mee in yor love. Vanquish from mee the fire that enflames my loins. Every moment in waking and in sleep does sin occupy my thoughts. Oh Lord, I love only yoo but I am stricken by temptation. I am possessed by lust. Lord, help mee to resist."

And Mary, how beautiful yoo are to behold even as yoo turn in shock to find mee slithering toward yoo in the aisle. Yor skin a magnificent ivory made fair from hiding beneath that gown. Yoo wear the aparrel supposedly meant to conceal in such a way that it's blackness clings to yor healthy young body.

I have come for yoo. So long have yor pheremones sirened to mee with their sweetness. So long have I observed the want in yor eyes. So long have I watched the reserve in yor breath. I have come to free that which holds yoo in it's possession.

I caress the contours of yor face. Yoo are not sirred by the trail of slime I lay. Yoo do not resist and yet yoo are frozen by guilt. I pull back yor cowel and veil uncovering yor long dark hair and yoo gaze up at mee with those brown eyes glistening. Yoo haven't been out of seminary even a month, life has so much to offer yoo. Yoo stop suddenly realizing yoo have been kissing my suction cup and yoo have begun to lubricate yorself.

Upon lifting yor robe I find gold hanging from yor neck: a tiny gilded cross hanging between yor breasts. I lay yoo upon the altar and begin to remove yor undergarments. In yor final hesitation yoo begin to explain that yoo've taken an oath to which I reply by promptly silencing yoo with the symbol of yor own faith. Yoo lay back and spread open yor innocence for mee.

Yor teeth drive deep impressions into the crucifix from the ectastic agony inflicted by the tearing of yor hymen beneath the throbbing of my tenticle. I ooze myself about yoo, my tenticles entangling yor rhythmic heat. Slurping as I drive myself into yoo, the crucifix falls from yor mouth and the accoustic vaulting of the chapel is flooded by yor ecstatic cries.

I hold yor face as yoo climax. Our eyes are one. How long has it been since yoo smiled, do yoo know how beautifully it shines on yor face. I cradle yoo and pet yor face as I apologize sincerly that I must depart.

I see the momentary anger in yor face turn to sorrow as yoo realize the miserable truth that within a few moments I will be no more. I came for yoo, Mary. I die for yor sin. I could have swam another few decades but for what? I needed this, perhaps even as much as yoo.

Yoo ask mee what ever to do in my absence and the answer is simple. "This is my body..."

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