saying “bless me lord for I am going to sin” instead of “I have sinned” confusing my priest, him going to correct me. before he can I’ve opened the door to his side of the confessional booth and I’ve dropped to my knees, mouth wide open, tongue hanging out ready to receive his cock in my mouth
Hygeia [with detail] Edmund Lawrence von Weber (1842–1911) Lady Lever Art Gallery
A gentle priest with soft hands who doesn’t know what to do with the overwhelming feeling of lust. He’s never tried to deal with his sexual desires at all. So you have to teach him how to get off and tell him what to do with his hard cock.
“Like this?”
“Yes, Father”
“God- it feels so good”
You watch him get the hang of it and right before he’s about to cum you kneel down in front of him to take his load down your throat. His eyes roll back as he pushes your head further down.
one cool thing about catholicism is they don't actually check if youre catholic when u go to mass you can just get on your knees and have a priest put christs body in your mouth with NO verification to make sure youre not just some kind of pervert.
rewatching midnight mass 🩸
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.