"𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙊𝙍𝘿,

Art by Roberto Ferri

Ugh. Need to be pulled over a stern priest's knee and spanked. Desperately. Need his big, strong hand to make my skin nice and red and warm. Need him to rub my rear after he's done so i feel a little better. Need him to wipe my tears away and tell me that i learned my lesson and that I'm good now. Fuck. Woah who wrote all of this?

can you hear the church bell ring ? 📿

Cimetière de Montmartre. Photo by Amber Maitrejean

Sorry, I don't make the rules: over-emphasis on religious celibacy is always going to make a man a little bit more desirable. Playing hard to get on an institutional scale.

And not to pull your halo down

Around your neck and tug you off your cloud

But I'm more than just a little curious

How you're planning to go about making your amends

To the dead

Imagining a priest squeezing and groping and kneading your clothed chest, playing with your nipples and whispering in your ear how erotic this part of your body is, how you tempt them every time you come to mass. Their hands slipping underneath your blouse to dig their fingers into your soft, supple skin and grinding slowly against your back. They don’t miss how you press yourself against them, almost as if you’re trying to squirm away from the sensation, and it makes them want to tease you more. Maybe they would wrap a delicate hand around your smooth throat, not squeezing, but just there as a reminder of who is in control. Maybe they would kiss the shell of your ear, your cheek, your nose, and your lips with a hidden hunger. Maybe they would bend you over and rut their clothed body against you, bouncing your ass against them feverishly, their holy hands still groping you.

Priests wear dresses all day while being all ooohhh I’m the bride of Christ and expect me to not want to hear them moan?