It’s been two days and all I can think about was the insane and immersive sexual experience I had two nights ago. I am distracted at work as I replay the images over and over again in my mind. I underestimated the power of role play. Not only was it a role play but it was also the process of trusting and surrendering myself to a complete stranger and my life feels completely enriched for it. It started in the peak of my fertile cycle. I notice those 8 days after the end of my period on my Flo app follows a week and a half of constant horniness. I am embarrassed by the number of times I need to muffle the sounds coming from my vibrator so my housemate doesn’t hear. I run out of battery on one device and need to quickly source the next vibrating object to appease me. Switching back to manual labour was not going to cut it and I notice the pile of toys I own growing bigger over the lockdown months, with a dedicated box for them now in my cube shelf. At this point in time, I wanted more than a toy, I wanted a person. But where does one find persons in the never-ending state of lockdown?
Things in Sydney were starting to look up for double jabbed individuals and it was back to Tinder. When I re-downloaded Tinder after 12 weeks of lockdown there was really one person on my mind. The one fuck boy who made me feel special every time we fucked and then ghosted me before lockdown. What is he doing now? Is he still on the app? Did he get a lockdown girlfriend? My pride wouldn’t let me text him to check in but I hoped we could match again through Tinder, or that I could at least find some other cuties to distract me from him. I don’t normally chase people, but nothing wrong with a gentle nudge right? Besides, when one inner-westie soft boi leaves your life the next best thing to do is get under another one. So that’s what I did. I matched only with inner-west soft bois. And hot girls for dating and future wife purposes, of course.
One boy in particular sends me a message – “nice eyes”. “Sorry that’s so lame”. He was cute. He had photos of him in a bathtub reading a book with his chest hairs on display and a thick moustache. Sexy and inviting. Of course, I see the obligatory wig picture. I mean, I had one too. And photos of him with long hair and mysterious mood lighting. He was tatted and pierced. Perfect soft boi energy.
I told him I was going for a minimalist approach to my profile so was sorry I didn’t give him much to work with. It’s true, during lockdown I was a bit heart broken and had limited energy to talk to people I most likely wouldn’t emotionally connect with or be able to see. I decided dating, or even casual hook ups were not for me, and so my return to Tinder was a little bit shameful. I guess I wanted to be there, but not, and thought those who really wanted to get to know more of me would just ask. And he did. “I’d like to see more of you though”. Sure. I sent him a link to my Instagram. While doing this I was cognisant of the fact that my Instagram is not curated for strangers to check me out. I have my friends and colleagues on there. I use it to shit post from time to time and to post wholesome photos of myself to share my life with my friends. Thirst traps and sexy pics rarely make the main page of which I’m okay with. However, this guy was hot and I wanted to let him know I thought that before he made any judgement of me. “Hi” – he sends me a message on Instagram and lets me know he’s stalking me. I do the same. I find a picture of him in a priest costume for what the caption states is “Christmas”. I mean, fitting. I send it to him – “I’m stalking you (obvs) and just wanna say that this is super hot”.
“Lol” he replies.
“Do you have a bit of a naughty priest role play thing?”
I mean…. I hadn’t considered it before in those terms. I was taken aback but glad that he was engaging and inviting me to explore this interaction further. “I mean I do love to role play”. I reflect on my religious upbringing and add “religious role plays even better”. The idea of me turning the religious conditions I had been exposed to into a sexual experience was one I did not want to miss out on.
“You could be a nun. Or maybe just someone coming to confession. Looking for guidance on some strange desires you’ve been experiencing”
Fuck that’s hot.
“You’d be a newly appointed priest, still in training, confused about whether sacrificing yourself to god was a good idea because the temptation to sin is too strong.”
It seemed he liked that, and he reciprocated the role play. We continue with our back and forth and start giving each other new titles. He is now “Father” and I am “a child of God”. We make plans for me to come to parish that week to confess my sins.
A few days later Father messages me. He wants to know if I would like to absolve myself of my sins at the ungodly hour of 10pm on a Wednesday night. For a 28 year old full timer that was asking a lot. However, I knew that the more rules I broke and the sneakier I was, the better the sex was going to be. We were still in lockdown and the usual busy streets of Newtown were essentially empty of any locals walking back home after the pub or dinner at the numerous restaurants that were usually open and filled King Street and Enmore Road. I agree to come around.
Now, the tricky part was figuring out how I was going to play the part of a sinful child of God. My character has deep desires. Sexual urges she couldn’t control. She knew that touching herself every night was sinful.
She knew that indulging in sex toys and needing to orgasm during her workday was unappealing to the Lord but she couldn’t help herself. Who else to help absolve her of her sinful thoughts and sinful ways than a sexy young priest in a dark, and quiet confessional booth. My character was a freak under the layers of religiosity. So that’s how she presented herself. I wore a lacey black g-string with a red lacey bralette that was see-through enough to see the colour of my light brown areola and the erectness of my nipples. The usual red matching g-string bottoms I had unfortunately left at the house of the first fuck boy but that was nothing a matching red lipstick couldn’t fix. I wore long lacey thigh high stockings and a black harness on top of my red bralette. To cover this sinful set I wore a long sleeved lacey shirt with a long loose body suit and a long sweater on top. Covering myself up for modesty, and for the Lord. Of course.
I begin my 25 minute walk to the parish. The night is still and cool, and the streets are well lit up. I hardly see anyone on my walk bar the few Uber delivery scooters finishing up their final orders for the night. I see some street kids spray painting side alley way walls and young adults skate boarding through the streets. Under my face mask and baggy clothing I know they think nothing ill of the modest young woman going on her “daily (yet late) walk”.
I text him, “Father I will arrive 5 past the hour”
As I continue walking I start to wonder whether this stranger I have been talking to will match my effort and energy to get into this role play. Will Father be hanging out on his mattress on the floor, un-showered, smoking it up, and ready for wam, bam thank you mam? I hoped not, but at this point I was determined to take control of the situation if that was going to be the case. I’ve had too many dud fucks to let low-effort men decide what happens in the bedroom.
I arrive outside the parish and I text Father to let him know I’ve arrived. I stand at the gate and wait for him to come to the door. I’m nervous. He comes out in his bathrobe and I take some time to look at him. He is more gorgeous in person and exceeds my expectations. His short soft curls fall gently over his head. He has short stubble and a smile that shows teeth with ever so slight gaps that generate an endearing presence. He is wearing thin rimmed circle glasses which brings out a nerdy side to him that I absolutely simp for. Between his eyes are perfectly placed studded jewellery that compliment his face. I am delighted. “Come in my child” he says as I make my way to the parish (aka his bedroom).
We awkwardly fumble for words as we try and stay in character “thank you Father for… being so available when other priests umm.. could not be and seeing me so urgently”. “Yes well… that is my… duty to the lord. I am in servitude to him”.
“Where must I sit for confessions?”. He points to his computer chair that faces his work computer. “here my child is where we will be conducting confessions”, I sit and stare at his screen that features a Spotify playlist titled “Classical Church Music”. I begin to chuckle as he awkwardly and quickly turns off the screen to keep the music playing but the screen blank. I look around his room and I see on his ceiling engravings of what appears to be angels, but my memory might be clouded by the experiences of the night. “Father I am surprised at how church-like your parish is, it’s almost like the real thing” as I being laughing and struggle to stay in character. “Mmmm really?” he chuckles, perhaps a little confused by whether this was a compliment or criticism. The awkwardness continues. I realise I still have my face mask on and can see him searching for my face. Curious to see if the woman he matched with on Tinder is who she says she is. I take my mask off revealing my red lipstick stained lips. My lips are my best feature and I can see a smile creep up on his face.
“Is it alright if I just break character for a bit? We don’t know each other and I want to let you know if there is anything you feel uncomfortable with to just say it.” I tell him I appreciated that and was just happy to role play and have some fun sex and I’d be vocal about anything I wasn’t comfortable about. We talk about our week and the joys of picnics for double-vaxxed Sydney-siders. He excuses himself to wash his face and to gather himself to get back into character.
He walks out and leaves me to observe his room. It is large, neat and well presented. It is divided into two sections, with a black sheet separating his bedroom from his work space. I can see he is into some creative hobbies as his work space is complimented by a small studio space. He comes back. “My child, please excuse me while I get into my priest uniform”. He disappears behind the black sheet and slowly gets changed. I can see the outline of his body from behind the sheet and I struggle to contain my smile as I sip slowly on what he called “Jesus juice”. He comes out from behind the sheets in the same costume I sent him a picture of on Instagram. Except its not as carefully presented and he appears a bit sheepish. I laugh and find it adorable. “Father, you are looking very godly in your priest clothes”. “Yes my child I must be in full preparedness when in duty to our lord, come with me to my confession chamber”. We move to the bed which is behind the black sheet. I see an old fashioned candle on the counter slowly burning away, and he begins burning Frankincense to set the mood. I am impressed. I was not expecting him to match me, or rather, exceed me, in effort and I am already so turned on.
“Father I must begin my confessions.”. “Yes my child, do tell me what has been happening. In order for our lord to be able to forgive you, you have to describe your ailment in detail.”. I start explaining how I have been a sinner. “Father, sometimes at night, I get these urges.” “What kind of urges? Can you describe them to me?”. “Yes, father, these urges are in this area here between my legs. It’s a sensation that I must try and appease. Father and there are these websites that make this feeling worse. Websites that I have also purchased things off…”. As I explain my sins in a desperate and low voice I slowly feel my body and rub my hands between my thighs. I start to see that his priest gown is now uplifted by what I realise is a massive and long dick. I am too shocked to even compliment what I now desperately want to see. The long V shape of his gown from his neck to the floor created by his lengthy and erect penis has me fumbling for words. I can hear him talk more slowly and deeply as he urges me to confess the details of my sexual fantasies. I stand up and grab him by the top of his gown and whisper in his ear – “Father. I have purchased a big fat cock that is in my room. I’ve really been wanting to use it but I haven’t yet. Can you help me?”
I hover over his face with my lips close to his. “No we must not.” He says as he pushes me away. “In order for me to forgive you I must see what you are talking about. Can you show me?”. Finally. “Yes father but in order for me to show you I have to let you know that in my fantasies someone is undressing me. Can you undress me?”. He starts fumbling with the many layers I have on. I take off the first jumper. “I am impressed by your modesty”. “Yes, father, I am modest for our lord.” I know that we should take it slow but I can’t help it. I assist him in undressing me and reveal my lingerie. I sit on the bed with my legs wide open and I stare up at him exhibiting my body. “Do you want to see father?”. “Yes… show me where.” I slowly begin rubbing over my underwear as he kneels down with his face over my pussy – “show me”. I insert my hand under my underwear and begin rubbing my clit. I can feel my g string stretch over me revealing parts of my labia. He brings his mouth closer breathing heavily over my inner thighs and clit “yes, I can see now.” His hot breath slowly turns into his hot wet tongue licking over my clit. He knows how to tease. My breath gets heavier “my urges are getting stronger father”. I want more but he is enjoying the process. The more he licks and breaths over my pussy the more aroused I start to get. “Father, I want you to feel what I feel. I want to show you. Will you let me?”. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“if it will help me understand then yes.”
I get up and start kissing him, tasting the juices from my pussy in his mouth. I lift up his gown to reveal his erect cock. It’s massive. I wonder how I’m going to fit it in my mouth and suck on it without accidently hitting my teeth. I lift up his gown even higher and notice his lean body and tattoos. Fuck he is sexy. I get on my knees and begin sucking his dick. Lubing it up with my saliva as I try and fit most of it in my mouth a bit at a time. I spit and am able to lubricate it.
“I understand now. I understand your urges”.
He begins gently fucking my face and I gag. I don’t usually take a submissive role but I am enjoying this. I stroke his dick with my right hand and start licking his scrotum, slowly introducing my fetish for eating ass. I can feel him getting more and more excited but I don’t want him to cum just yet. I stop and start kissing him again. We fall to the bed and I lay down wanting him inside me. “Father, you must purify me”. From where I am laying I look up to him opening my legs and feeling my pussy. He slowly inserts his dick inside me and my God does it feel good. He begins fucking me and I am in heaven. I turn around eager for him to fuck me from behind. He grabs me by my waist and puts his dick inside me. “Yes father, I’ve been sinning. I’ve been so bad father” I yell in between moans. I turn around to face him and he grabs my face by inserting two fingers into my mouth to drown out the moans. He takes control of my head and I am at his every will. Eventually he pulls my face up to his mouth to eat it. He uses his tongue to feel around my mouth and I feel engulfed by him. I feel the fullness of his mouth over my face and his saliva drip all over me. I wanted my face inside his mouth as deeply as his dick was penetrating my pussy.
He gets me in a position that I struggle to take and I can feel myself reaching orgasm. He stops and I am enthralled. I push him on to the bed and I get on top of him. “Father, I have something I need to tell you.” “yes my child?” “I don’t think I’m the only one who’s been naughty father. I think you also have been a sinner Father, I think you’ve been so bad father. You’ve been a bad boy”. I wasn’t sure if he liked that. While I could feel his cock underneath me get harder with my words and his body react positively to me biting his ear, he responds with “well, I am not a boy, I am a man”. Oops. I didn’t care. In my ecstatic state I started biting his neck and making my way down to his nipples. I’m always unsure if men like it when I play with their nipples so I didn’t stay there too long. I started making my way down to his dick. Sucking it slowly, and spitting on it so I could use my hands while my mouth made its way down to his ass. I began rimming him, tasting his hole and feeling him widening his legs to give me better access. He was gently moaning and I could see he was enjoying it. Seeing him hold his legs wide for me, eager for me to lick his hole was turning me on and I wanted to do more. A finger maybe? But again, I was hesitant, and as soon as I positioned myself to do it, he adjusted for me to sit on top of him. I sat on top of him and rode his dick first in an upright position and then eventually we embraced each other rubbing our bodies together as I rode him. It was passionate. He flips me over. “You will become pure like our Mother Mary”. I laugh, reflecting on my name which quite literally means “The virgin Mary”.
He starts fucking me with my legs above his shoulders. I can feel his dick hit the top of my g-spot as my vaginal walls tighten around his thick cock. The pleasure gets more and more intense with each thrust. “Father, this is what I needed. I can feel myself becoming purified. Please purify me Father. This was what I needed. Purify me.” I moan in desperation. I can see him reaching climax and just as he is about to come he pulls out his dick and cums all over my stomach.
We look at each other “I have completed the purification. It is done.” We both laugh and I am shaken by what just happened. We both look at each other in awe of the roles we had been transported to.
“That was wild”
We spend some time composing ourselves and sipping on some more Jesus juice. This is the opportunity for us to now get to know each other outside of the role play. I take some time to notice the sheets underneath me. He has silk covers on his pillow that feel great on my body. I compliment them and let him know how nice they feel. He let’s me know he’s recently began investing in his bedroom, buying a bedframe and sheets, amongst other things. He’s only just recently moved into the parish. I reflected on whether meeting him now was the perfect time – perhaps 6 months ago the sex would have been very different. I was glad for it as whatever choices he has made were certainly working for him. We talked about his work and discussed the commonalities between what we knew about each others industries. It was comforting to be able to connect with this stranger outside of Church too. It was comfortable, and he was charming. I was enjoying the conversation and we had almost finished the wine.
I turned around to get comfortable again, perhaps have a lie down, or even a little snuggle. But Father had other ideas. He grabs me and begins to kiss my body, positioning it ass up, face down. Round 2? I’m not complaining. To my delight Father decides it is time for my ass to be eaten. Yes. And my god is he good at it. He slowly begins rimming my asshole licking it one tongue stroke at a time. The tickling and teasing of my ass has me seeking my breathe. I begin to moan gently. As he continues I can feel him begin to use his fingers in that area slowly inserting them into my hole. As my ass tightens around his finger the pleasure I feel heightens. I want more. He puts his hard cock inside of my wet pussy. He begins to fuck me hard and quick. I don’t know where he is hitting inside me I just knew I felt a sensation that bordered on pain, but it gave me immense pleasure. I had no choice but to yell in agony in order to deal with the feeling. I didn’t want it to stop. The harder he thrusted, the more I cried out. The more he moaned in response, the more I wanted. His moans eventually ended in orgasm as he pulled out his cock and came on my back. I needed a few minutes to compose my breathe and body. Fuck. Round 2 was the cherry on top.
I contemplate staying over but I wasn’t prepared with my contact lenses or toothbrush. I know… rule breaker can’t sleep without her toothbrush or leaving her contacts in for the night? The irony. As I gather myself and get dressed, I look at him and smile. I give him one last confession – “I’m really glad I came tonight, that was some of the best sex I’ve ever had”. He agrees that it was certainly a memory to be implanted for a while. I leave and reflect on the experience. Two days later I find myself writing this short story.
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