Being a good catholic girl wasn’t always easy. For as long as I could remember, I've been easily swayed by temptation. This wasn’t helped by my local priest, perhaps one of the sexiest men of the cloth there’s ever been. As I went to church more and more, I kept catching his eye. And as much as he’d deny it, there was just the briefest flash of lust. Perhaps he wasn’t always holier than I… After some months of just glances, I find out that he’s taking confessions this week and I decide that it was time to pay him a visit. After I've spent the whole evening and night before rubbing myself silly to hardcore porn and recounting how naughty I've been recently. My needs are fresh in my mind before I beg our sweet father for forgiveness...
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