His Forbidden Confession

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etters. Ugh, I didn't think I can work now, not when my who

propriate description of my carnal thoughts because right now, my mind c

out and flatten on the pages, to be on the show for him. And I cou

rayer room...or worst send me directly to the Pope,

iding for almost two years were becoming excruciating now. And it was a matter of time bef

me weight, but I was not that heavy that these stairs were making this irritating sound. If we didn't renovate

es on it. It was slightly heavy, but I somehow managed to roam around with it. It's b

lt more comfortable here. Coming out of my room, I glanc

hroom were on the fourth floor. Two offices and a kitchen area on the third floor. The

n alone. I think they didn't realize that I was not the same thirt

udacious to even think about a priest l

thinking about a priest, but about the same person who raised her as his own and lo

reasons, that I wasn't moving out with other kids as I had to share bathe with them and w

uld act on my own and not be for

body grazed the rose-filled warm water, forcing a blissful moan

y fondled. The intoxicating scent of his redolence was hitting my nose. No wonder, he always smells that good. Leaning against th

old one better. Perhaps, it had been more than ten years since he took celibacy

ing myself about what had happened in the room. His

l place between my thighs. I glanced at the closed door and empty bathroom. No one

t if I used his bat

ing my chest with one hand, I massaged my bosom, imagining his rough hands instead of my soft ones...Oh, h

y exposed body. The way he looked at me with such a l

essed my warmth. Parting its lips, I rubbed there for some seconds and then slowly insert one fi

room was just next to the bathroom, I didn'

close yet

, nipping my hard nipples between my fingers. My other hand was between my t

als, his bathing oil, and in the sam

n I'll do these immoral things in front of him, in front of the man who saw me just as his daughter...a man w

rty, so sinful y

ke this... My fingers started thrusting faster, imagining his ocean-like blue eyes, on my

ouch even in my dreams. My eyes get closed, my head tilted behind, my finger shoved

of ecstasy. My entire body shivered when I rub my clit with my ot

g deep breaths and thinking about hi

sinner. But if it means, I could feel like heaven doing it, I will do it again and a

he will find out, about this. She was the one wh

ee after his husband died in the war. She didn'

the future queen... So, she told me everything. She thought I was curious and wanted to prepare myself f

nt to imagine him. I wanted him, I wanted him so badly. But he will never be min

ueen cannot get eve