Current Mood: Devious

Ahh, there you are. I was just getting ready to start without you. What a shame that would have been. I knew you would be back though, I knew you just couldn’t stay away… But I don’t have time for idle chit chat tonight, what I am about to confess is of the utmost secrecy; please make sure there is nobody around, I just can’t bear anyone but you knowing about this dirty little part of me. All right, so you’re all alone? Good. Tonight you shall be my Priest.

Forgive me, Father for I have sinned… it’s been two days since my last confession. The worst part of all though, I’ve involved you in my sinful and fornicating fantasies, because you see Father, the moment I began confessing to you, you became a part of the dirty little fantasy in my head.

I’ve imagined you there, in the confessional next to me. The darkness and screened window the only shelter between us, and I’ve imagined you leaning back and closing your eyes, fighting the urges of pent up sexual frustration, as I confess my sins to you. I can hear it in your voice, you know… the way you’re breath has increased, the way you struggle for words as you tell me to continue, but silently wish I would stop and spare you the torment that you are trying to endure, in an effort to offer me penance for my sinful ways.

I sit there in the confessional booth next to you, hiding the fact that I’m a truly dirty girl from the rest of the world, as I confess to you about all the cock sucking I’ve done this week. All the men I have let cum on my face and down the back of my throat, all of the men that I have let fuck my sweet young little pussy, all of the men that I have allowed to sodomize me, fucking my tight rosebud with their gorgeous cocks. I confess to you that I stopped worshiping God years ago, that I stopped believing not only in God, but also the necessity to believe and have faith in any power other than the one exchanged between my partners and I in the bedroom. I confess my disbelief in the church itself and how there are really only two reasons that I continue to attend mass anymore.

I know, as I sit there separated from you by that black screen that hides our faces, that you can hear the quickening of my breath and I wonder if you know that I’m masturbating. I wonder if you know that I have my hand buried in the crotch of my lacy thong underwear, and that my middle finger is dipping in and out of my hot little pussy as my thumb rubs against my hard little clit. Perhaps you have convinced yourself that’s not what is really going on. But I’m under no such delusions. You see while I know you are not stroking it yet, I know you are aroused and I know it is inevitable. As a man of God you believe in fate, you believe in destiny, and you believe in a force more powerful than yourself. You believe in temptation, you believe in the wiles of women, and you know just as well as I do, that sooner or later you will give in to the temptation that I have laid before you. I can smell your arousal, I can trace the scent better than any hound dog, and I know that your cock is pushing against your robes, defying every vow you ever took, and I know you are still fighting it.

This is when I explain to you that my reasons for attending mass are sinful in and of themselves. I attend mass because when I see you there on your pulpit, when I see the way people look up to you and listen to you, I am overcome with this fierce desire to serve you. The power you have over people enthralls me and I want nothing more than to be on my knees in front of you, loving you, serving you and pleasing you. Each time I stand in front of you and look into your eyes as you place that cracker on my tongue I imagine it is your cock and it’s never been an accident the way I close my lips around your fingers. I’ve always done it on purpose. I’ve always wanted you to know about the dirty thoughts inside my head. It seems such a shame to me that a Priest cannot have me. Why shouldn’t he? I mean according to your stories Christ himself kept the company of a whore so why then could a Priest not keep the company of a dirty girl like me? Ah yes, your vow of celibacy. Vows were made to be broken, temptresses much less qualified than I have tested those vows and found them lacking more times that history can tell you. And tonight I shall tempt them, I shall sway them, tonight I shall win the war between good an evil. Yes, I am evil. I am a sexual deviant, and I am the demon that burns in your groin.

It doesn’t take any more than my telling you how I want to suck your cock. Down on my knees at your pulpit with my head beneath your robes as your run your hands through my hair and preach to me. I’m terrible aren’t I? I want you to preach to me as you fuck my pretty little face. I want you to preach to me as you shove your cock down the back of my throat and make me gag on it. I want you to preach to me as you thrust your hips back and forth using my face for your sinful acts. While I’m here on my knees in front of you, serving you, and exchanging the sexual power I had over you moments ago for the power that you have over me now. I confess to you that I believe sex itself is a religion. I believe that lust, fornication and masturbation can save us from all the evil of the world. If we can just bury ourselves deep enough in that which feels so incredibly good, then we can fight against that which is so terribly bad. You see Father, I still believe in something: I believe in the power of arousal, I believe in the power of orgasmic bliss, and I think Father that you do as well, otherwise you would not be stroking your cock now, in that both next to me. You’re so close to your climax now; you’re not even trying to hide it anymore.

That’s when I slip out of my booth and enter yours. Kneeling before you, and asking you to absolve me of my sins and baptize me into the church of Sexuality; the Faith where I am the disciple, messenger and apostle. The very saint of seduction, temptation and of all things passionate, lustful and deviant. All it takes is one orgasm, Father. Just one. A drop of your Holy Semen on the forehead of the one who shall, from this day forth, be the leader and teacher for all that follow my path of enlightenment. You are willing, so eagerly stroking your cock before my lips, yet still fighting your urge to fornicate with me. But your will is not as strong as mine father, nor is your vigilance. You see I took my vows as well. To convert you, to conform you and capture you in the sinfulness of my dirty acts and as you allow me to put your cock inside my mouth, twirl my tongue in circles around it and slide my head up and down as you partake of sinful ecstasy with me, I have fulfilled my own oath. As you cum down the back of my throat, and pull your cock out to squeeze that last drop of cum onto my forehead, and baptize me as the dirty girl I am, unknowingly you have made me the one and only Messiah of Dirty Girl Church. You have helped me sell my soul to the goddess of lust herself and in return sold yours to me. For the power we’ve exchange tonight you’ve surrendered all of yours…

So you see my friend, you coming here tonight, you playing this dirty little game with me… without even knowing it, you have been indoctrinated into the Church of the Dirty Girl. It has made you a follower, a believer and soon a practitioner of my dirty ways… and I confess I loved converting you. I confess I love being that dirty thought you cannot get out of your mind. I confess I love being that sinful urge you fight, yet cannot help but surrender to. You do realize you surrender to it each time you visit my website don’t you? It’s all right. Now we share a dirty little secret between us. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone what happened here tonight. I promise, your secret is safe with me, as is your devotion.