holy father

*my thighs rub against each other, catching his attention as I spoke.* Yes, father.. I’ve been having dreams lately… I can’t sleep without thinking about it, yet also can’t wake without it effecting me.. *I shift a little in my chair, my legs opening just slightly enough for him to see the soaking wetness of my laced underwear before I pressed my juicy thighs back together.* The dream has caused me to wake up with sweat for skin.. I seem to always have this lingering feeling burning in my stomach.

*My eyes linger on his hand palming his erection under his cloth. My face burns red as I gulp and licked my lips, watching his hand. I quickly bat my eyes back to his and exhaled shakily. He noticed my thighs pressed together more tightly, as though it was longing a feeling between there. My eyes wander away from his as I spoke shyly if my wet dream.* I-It was a dream of you, Holy Father.. I had dreamt you were- er- without your robes.. A-And you were hovered on top of me. I-I.. *He watched me writhe a little just remembering the dream of him. I sigh again and continued.* I felt you connect with me, feeling through my physical body and reaching my soul. I-It was a sensation that almost had me addicted.

Lord...I think I just sinned... *said softly, sitting on his lap* The nuns don't have to show their bodies... right...? *said softly grabbing his tie* uhm..but..maybe I can make an exception for you.. *she said with a shy smile, blushing a little, her thighs getting a little tight with the black lace*

*she nods*