Santaxsangre - Sweet Mourning Lamb

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Cimetière de Montmartre. Photo by Amber Maitrejean

I urge you, in view of God's mercy, to offer your body as a living sacrifice, Holy and pleasing to God- this is your true and proper worship.

-Romans 12:1

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.

NAMILIA SS24 | “JESUS CROSS BODYSUIT”

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corruption kink but it’s me corrupting a priest. like just the idea of them being completely thrown off by my presence. they keep fucking up their sermons. they can’t pray without thinking about me. them being so frustrated for having sinful thoughts about me and what i would do to them. them reconsidering their faith. them wanting to make me their new god