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“So you’ve come to confess? How long since your last confession?”

“Lustful urges? God always gives us trials of temptations my child. These urges are but God’s way of testing you”

“Thoughts of one of the father’s at the church? Do tell me more my child. You think of them doing what to you?”

“I see… the work of those against that is all good and holy surely have a dramatic hold on you for you to have these perverse thoughts… come out of the booth and see my eye to eye my child…”

“Ah look at you. The devil surely has a hold on you look. Look at those legs quivering and the lustful thoughts behind your eyes… I see you falling more and more into these temptations… we must act quickly”

“Stripping you and having you on the alter is necessary I’m afraid. These practices are unorthodox, but they are necessary to cleanse you before the almighty lord. Now… take the girth and length of a holy messenger of God and let’s purge you of these feelings”

“Shhh it’s okay my child. You’re doing well. I can feel how hard the devil has a hold of you. The feeling of you dripping out of your cunt is sure proof that the methods are working”

“I know it’s a lot to take, but if you wish to stay a child of the church, you must endure. Hold on for just a little longer. The seed of a priest is the only thing that can purge you now. You must submit to me my child”

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I wanna listen to him whisper his breathy bible verses back to himself as I suck his cock in the confessional

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"I'm sorry God, I'm sorry God, I'm sorry God, forgive me. Please, Lord, forgive me."

As you're sucking hickeys onto the bared skin of my neck.

"Please, please, oh, God."

As you take me into your mouth.

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i want a nice, kind priest to ask me to stay after evening mass. "i know you work harder than anyone else, my lamb" he would say. "ill say a prayer, a special prayer just for you. kneel down in front of me." and i would kneel down in front of him with my hands on my lap and then he would say "bow your head, sweet lamb" and i would as he gently pets my hair. and then he would say a prayer over me, standing above me in his black vestement. he would draw a cross over me when he was finished, saying amen then tilting my chin up. and i would look into his clever, knowing eyes and say amen too. thank you father for making me clean and whole again.

and then hed say "we will try something else now" and i would nod and follow him to his chambers. and hed sit on the edge of his bed and point between his legs, and i would kneel again. and he would pet my face with his warm hands, soothe my hair back, and say "surely you know what comes now?" and i would nod. of course i know what comes now. "you want it?" of course i want it. i want to be clean and whole. i want to serve god, i want to serve you father, i want to be of use.

and he would rock in and out of my mouth slowly and carefully, his fingers tangled in my hair, and he would groan lowly and quietly. "just like that my precious lamb. careful with your teeth. swallow now" and i would because i love him and love god.

he would finish on my tongue and smile down at me proudly when i gather what spilled onto my lips with my tongue and swallow it all, and he would let me pant and lean my head against his knee. maybe he would even let me onto his bed for the night. and he would say "you are my favorite lamb, sweetheart."

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Someone needs to wrap a rosary round my neck and choke me while they fuck me from behind. I think that would fix me

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Obsessed with the idea of a priest who only allows himself to cum on certain solemn conditions.

To keep his eyes from taking pleasure in the sight of his self-satisfaction, he kneels on his prayer chair in complete darkness. To keep his hands from the temptation of stroking his aching cock, he clasps them tightly together. To keep his mind from wandering, he prays.

He chooses a long prayer, reciting it slowly and carefully, lingering on each word, because he has vowed in his heart that if he does not reach his climax before he says 'amen', he will not allow himself to spill his seed at all. His hips move shakily, pushing his cock against the crucifix carved into the wooden seat back. It isn't comfortable, but such an act of sin isn't meant to be. He doesn't realize just how much this subtle self-punishment turns him on. He keeps his mind only on the words he murmurs for the Lord, and prays them all in Jesus' name, so that it will not be said in vain as his body trembles, his cum defiles the cross, and he cries out 'oh God'.

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All I can think about today is young priests struggling to maintain their celibacy. It's so sweet and adorably pathetic.

Their devout hearts are in the right place. They pray so ardently. Yet their flesh was designed for a purpose that contradicts their vows entirely. It needs to breed. It's so fun to think of these poor priests, listening with racing hearts as their patrons confess the same sinful thoughts they have, to think of them with their sensitive, neglected cocks half-hard at all times, a heavy guilt between their legs as they try to preach holiness and chastity before their congregation. But all they can think of is sex sex sex sex.

I just want to take them in my arms and stroke their hair and tell them they're doing such a good job, that God is so proud of them for fighting the very nature of their flesh. I want to kiss them on their foreheads and pretend I don't feel it when their dicks twitch. I know I can leave them with the memory of my breast against their cheeks, and they wouldn't dare stroke themselves to the thought of it. What sweet, good boys they all are.

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The Unholy Nun Series: Discernment

Part 1

I knew I wanted to be a nun from a young age but didn’t know if I could ever live the life. My mother always said obedience would be the hardest vow for me to live out because I had a mind of my own. While obedience would certainly be a hard vow for me to live out, I think I would struggle the most with chastity. 

I had never been with a boy, let alone kissed one, but I had read plenty of erotic literature and even seen some pornography. You would have thought that it would leave the innocent girl horrified, but it didn’t. It left me wet and hungry for sexual release. 

Let me backup a bit and tell you about myself. I’m the youngest child of a big catholic family. We all went to the catholic school right down the street from my house and seemed to attend every church service that St. Boniface had. I started serving at mass during fifth grade and that was when I felt my call to religious life. I liked the order and routine of helping at the altar. I loved the little limelight I received being by the priest's side in front of 200+ people per weekend mass. By being an altar server, I discovered I wanted to serve the Church for the rest of my life. 

Eventually I had people in my community ask me when I was going to enter a religious community. I had been researching online for different communities where I could spend the rest of my life. I eventually convinced my parents to let me visit some communities. They told me I could visit three communities that year so I picked a cloistered community, an active community, and a semi-active community. 

A cloistered community is a community that is completely separated from the world. Someone goes out and shops for them but delivers it through a spinning window - not having any contact with the sister on the other side. An active community is a community of nuns that are participating in their community by being teachers, nurses, having soup kitchens, and many other things. Their lives are to service of their brethren while a cloistered nun’s life is to service of the Church. A semi-active community is a little bit of both.

I went and visited the active and semi-active community first. It was a beautiful way of life and the sisters were beaming with joy from their daily lives. It just wasn’t right for me and the vocation mistresses from both communities agreed with me. My next visit would be a cloistered community.

Since I was still part of the public, I was not allowed into the cloister. I met with the vocation mistress through the grille. She told me to go to the chapel at certain times for prayer but for the remainder of the time, it would be a silent retreat until my last day. Then the typical conversation of her learning more about me took place. Youngest sibling… played basketball and volleyball… played the organ and piano…   

“Have you ever been sexually active? Do you struggle with the virtue of purity?”

I had been dreading answering this question. No one had asked this so far. I told Sr. Clare that I did struggle with purity but had never been with anyone. She asked me if I had ever masturbated and I nodded my head shyly. She went on to ask me if I had seen pornography and what I had fantasized about. I told her I had and that my fantasies involve me being used by both men and women. She seemed slightly taken aback from my blunt, straightforward answer but she originally told me to be honest and open with her. 

From our conversation, I could feel myself getting wet between my thighs and I shifted in my seat. She seemed to notice and smiled then directed me to go to the confessional tomorrow morning before 7 am mass. She said I needed to make a thorough confession before receiving the Eucharist again.

She then told me to go back to the guesthouse and rest before tomorrow. As soon as I got back to my room, I hopped in the shower then into bed. My fingers, habitually, went to my pussy. I couldn’t bring myself to finish in the convent so I edged. I ended up falling asleep touching myself and dreamed of what was to come. 

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sure there's corruption of an angel by something demonic but what about corruption of an angel by something more holy than it. something that far outranks its own divinity, something more powerful than even the god it serves. a being that promises show it all the secret pleasures its god had kept hidden. this angel isn't falling but it is straying, shepherded into the arms of something that plans to ruin it all the same

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found that there’s a fairly big old series of anti-clerical porn books, “monks secret library” and now i desperately wish i had them. seems like you can mainly only find e-books of them.

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desperate to have a priest teach me everything in the name of god. after teaching me how to kiss, and how to use my tongue, he teaches me how to ride cock :( he’ll teach me how to create new life and breed as god intended <333

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Hello Father! So good to see you again!!

I hope I served you well with my mouth before. You seemed pleased when I swallowed your seed.

How else may I be of service? Though I may look demure in this pretty church dress, you’ll find there’s nothing underneath.

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Don't act as if you don't understand what you're doing to me.

Though, I suppose I shouldn't act as if I will not ravage you regardless, should I?

Come to the church at night, and I believe you'll find me there as well. would you like me to bend you over and fuck you until you see stars? Remember not to take the Lord's name in vain as I enter you--I might just have to punish you for it.

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Father, I want nothing more than to have an experienced priest take me in and teach me to be better in my faith, and keep me talking to virtually nobody else so that I can “focus better”, and maybe it’s not sinful if it is only the two of us in pursuit of divine pleasure the way God intended…

You seem devoted to your faith--good. Perhaps you could join a Nunnery? Truthfully, the sisters may have more dedication than I do.

I jest. Of course, I'd rather you here with me. This way, we can worship the Lord... together. Intertwined. Don't worry; such an act will be forgiven.

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Imagine a priest finally giving in to his sexual desires, but instead of being slow and gentle, he's desperate and almost aggressive.

Hard kissing while he clumsily attempts to remove his trousers and underwear, revealing how hard he his from finally deciding to let you play with him.

“Touch me anywhere, I don’t care” he breathes into your kiss. It almost makes you laugh how hard and achy he is from just kissing and groping. Like a teenager having sex for the first time.

“Forgive me” he whispers to himself before you kneel down in front of him, guiding his hard cock into your mouth. You grab his hands, in one of them a rosary, and lead them to your head. He quickly gets the hang of how to fuck your mouth, and he doesn’t hold back, harshly pushing and pulling his cock in and out of you.

“Oh God, something’s happening” he moans.

His hands grab onto your hair, making it easier to move your head. “Where do I- fuck- where do I do it?”, before he decides where to cum you feel his load filling your mouth. He holds his breath for a moment, his body twitching, pushing his cock further into your mouth.

“I’m so, so sorry-”

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Hello, Father. I am new to the church and I only recently decided to confess my sins to cleanse myself. I’ve been feeling sinful feelings towards other men recently, as a man. Is there anything you can do to help, Father ? - 🤠⭐️

Welcome to the church. I believe you'll find us welcoming.

Such feelings are only sinful if you act on them; you have done well to catch them in their infancy. Perhaps it would do you well to examine the cause of them. If you can determine their root, you can quell them before they consume your mind like vile weeds.

Remember, I am always here if you require assistance in your search, my child. God bless you.

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— Richard Siken