Now these events are very personal and lead to me loving my priest and I don’t want to ever let that feeling go. I didn’t want to let him go.
I know why even go there. He is a priest. I’m a whore, according to my family, society, and some of my friends. I don’t understand why I can’t keep this up. After all, we are both adults. Both consenting adults who were unable to explore our body to the full extent. Until we met each other.
The way he was gentle with me during anal sex. Something I had before but never enjoyed. It was always uncomfortable leaving me feeling out of place. But with my priest it was different..
During prayer one night; the father massaged me after hearing me explain to someone why I needed the ice pack. I was exhausted from an intense workout.
He wanted me in his room but we couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait. Once he started rubbing my hips with such want. And how gentle he grabbed my ass, when he approached my hole, I was already his, A willing participant. It felt so good.