EroticReverie

Father John Matthias

I spent nearly twenty years devoting myself to the church. A few slip ups here and there, sure. Or maybe, more than a few. 

Two years ago....I slipped up more than ever. I like to believe after twenty years of serving the church and the Lord, that he'll forgive me this slip up. That he'll allow me this pleasure without judgement, as he sent me the finest fucking angel in the form of Faith Francis. 

Not only was I breaking the laws of God, my promises, my vows to the church, but I had been breaking the fucking actual law, for the past two years. Faith Francis was the fruit in the garden, the temptation, and I'd failed at every opportunity to dismiss her. 

Listening to her speak of impure thoughts, impure acts with boys her age. Touching herself. Touching myself, while listening to her talk about touching herself. Jerking off to her shame and loss of innocence. Listening to her tell me about her first time, asking me for forgiveness while my hand tugged on my dick on the other side of the partition. 

A beautiful fucking sinner, sensual mouth, curves formed by the devil himself, which have only developed even more over the past two years. I could lie and say that I felt awful for the fact she'd been only sixteen when this began...but then, I'd just be lying to myself, and I was already lying to the entire church. A fraud. A wolf in sheeps clothing, fucking the daughter of the man who shakes my hand every Sunday and thanks me for another amazing service. Fuck the daughter of the man and woman who donate the most to this church. I was going to burn in hell. As much as I wanted to believe this could be forgiven for all those other years of celibacy....(minus the other slip ups)....I knew that God, would not forgive this. 

I was going to hell. I'd accepted it long ago...because fucking Faith Francis at least once a week...is worth it.