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little did I know you're actually insatiable. at some point it was my hand, and not your rear, that ached the longer after our clandestine affairs. your breath still catches when I stroke you right, and there's still an occasional hiss just overboard of pleasure, but none of the fretful shuffling nor long comforting halts of our first attempts. it's almost like you're only ever urging on.

and now you're asking that we go all the way, commit the act you so abhor! oh, Father, does it attract you if it's only just with me?

It didn't take long for me to get used to the feeling of being entered, and it was even shorter before I started to love it. I wasn't completely naive, I knew it was something people enjoyed, but I wasn't prepared for just how much I enjoyed it.

And now, I want more of that feeling, even if more is... s-sodomy. There's no way around it, it's a sin. I shouldn't want it, even if I didn't have vows of chastity this would still be too far. The shame and guilt isn't stopping me though, somehow it only makes me more desperate for- for this.

I know, this is technically against everything I've been taught, but... surely God wouldn't have invented such pleasure without reason?