new blog, mostly same as old blog(was seethling)

Thinking about a very fucked up priest that becomes obsessed with me. His precious little thing that God sent to him. Every prayer and thought turns out to be about me. Not in ways be should be thinking about either.

Until finally we happen to be alone. He's convinced himself that I am a gift for him to take. That whatever he does as long as it's with me is excused. That's why he's pushed my dress up and dropped my panties to my ankles. Has me bent/pinned over the podium. Pressed against me as he keeps pushing deeper. I'm begging God while he's thanking him. Panting and moaning into my ear as he covers my mouth. My hands grip the edge of the podium for dear life and I swear with every thrust my feet slightly leave the floor.

Kisses my skin as he keeps fucking me from behind. He was given this lovely opportunity and he had to take it. Whispers into my ear how this is all gods plan for us. Tells me all his delusional ideas about how and why it's okay. Focuses on listening to my muffled cries. He wishes to hear me perfectly but he can't risk that. His little followers wouldn't understand that this is God's plan for me.