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and let me grow within you

Shirley Jackson, from The Haunting of Hill House

a priest who sobs when he pushes into you.. you feel so hot and tight around his cock and he needs it so bad but he feels so ashamed... he's ruining his life, his livelihood, his relationship with god just to fuck you but he can't help himself. he ruts into you with deep strokes while he mutters desperate apologies to the lord. he cums far too quickly, shuddering and crying and whispering gods name instead of yours <33

Imagining a priest squeezing and groping and kneading your clothed chest, playing with your nipples and whispering in your ear how erotic this part of your body is, how you tempt them every time you come to mass. Their hands slipping underneath your blouse to dig their fingers into your soft, supple skin and grinding slowly against your back. They don’t miss how you press yourself against them, almost as if you’re trying to squirm away from the sensation, and it makes them want to tease you more. Maybe they would wrap a delicate hand around your smooth throat, not squeezing, but just there as a reminder of who is in control. Maybe they would kiss the shell of your ear, your cheek, your nose, and your lips with a hidden hunger. Maybe they would bend you over and rut their clothed body against you, bouncing your ass against them feverishly, their holy hands still groping you.

𝔊𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠 𝔄𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢

Art by Roberto Ferri

getting bent over an altar and fucked stupid while you’re forced to try and recite bible verses out loud while a needy desperate pent-up priest pounds into you. the priest would tease you if they could and they would pull out or go agonizingly slow, but they’re far too excited to finally be fucking something. them stroking your hair and praising you while they pound into you, them mumbling “oh god” and “jesus christ” under their breath, not caring that they’re taking God’s name in vain because they’re far too focused on cumming inside you. anyway