Sexual Confessions of an Ex-Church Girl ♕

Sexual Confessions of an Ex-Church Girl.

Growing up in a strict religious family, the older I got, the less fun being a good girl was. It wasn’t long before I found myself craving all the bad things they warned me about. I’d sit there in church, my wet pussy hidden beneath my long skirt as I daydreamed about all the hard cocks I’d love to take at once, along with the sweet cunts I’d love to taste. And the more I thought about it, the harder it became for me to fight those sinful desires. But I wouldn’t dare tell anyone these sexual confessions. I knew they’d tell me that the things my body so desperately wanted were wrong.

But if these things were wrong, I didn’t want to be right.

Having to fight my urges was becoming unbearable. I’d find myself making excuses to get up throughout the service so that I could hide in the bathroom stall. Once inside, I’d slip a hand into the waistband of my skirt. My eager fingers found their way to the wetness that had yet to be touched by a hand other than my own.

Slowly circling my swollen pink clit I’d close my eyes, imagining the day I’d finally get to feel the stretch of a hard cock. Around and around I’d go, the pace of my fingers quickening as my heart and mind raced. Pressing the palm of my hand over my mouth, a stifled moan escaped my lips as I climaxed. Sitting in the stall looking down at my fingers as they glistened, shiny from the wet remnants of my pleasure, I couldn’t help but wonder what God would think if He heard my sexual confessions.

With sexual confessions like these,  I knew I was a bad girl.

Good girls were supposed to want to wait until they were married before they ever had sex. But I never understood the appeal of only fucking one cock for the rest of my life. Where was the fun in that? I dreamed of threesomes, of gangbangs, of creampies. Creampies in my mouth, in my ass, and most definitely in my tight wet pussy. Oh, how I longed to be filled with a thick warm load. Almost as intense was my longing for the taste of a clit as sweet as my own. How desperately I yearned for the hardness of a perky nipple between my teeth and for the delicate roundness of a breast cupped in my hand. These sexual confessions and temptations played in my mind endlessly.

“To seek forgiveness, you must confess your sins.”

I knew no one would understand or accept the things I wanted. They would tell me that I had to come forward and confess my unclean thoughts. But each night, as I’d lay in bed, hand in my panties, I knew I’d never tell a soul. After all, they’d call me a sinner just for pleasing myself. But it wouldn’t be too much longer until this church girl’s sexual confessions became her real-life guilty pleasures.

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