Living Legend

you're on your knees, altar boy, and you're praying. not to god. to the hand tangled in your hair, pushing your face down into the crotch of the priest's robes. you're thankin' him for the weight on your tongue, the stretch in your jaw, the holy water that ain't water at all, leaking down your throat. "forgive me, father, for i have sinned." and he just laughs, deep and rough, "not yet, you haven't. but we're working on it."

one time I was at church and the pastor that was speaking was visibly hard and it altered my brain chemistry

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oh, to wind a doe-eyed angel's rosary around their quivering throat as i claim them upon the altar—offering their body and soul as tribute to their new god (me).

Please Reverend, bless me like this!

Orgasm denial. Orgasm anger. Orgasm bargaining. Orgasm depression. Orgasm acceptance.

You, spread out on the altar, while I fuck you with a knife to your throat

desperate to have a priest teach me everything in the name of god. after teaching me how to kiss, and how to use my tongue, he teaches me how to ride cock :( he’ll teach me how to create new life and breed as god intended <333

Grinding against the bible while you think about your pastor and how you wont see him till Wednesday in his office, sitting across from him as you try not to stare directly at him, knowing you’d give yourself away, subtly squeezing your thighs together. His gaze completely cold, listening to your delayed and broken sentences. he knew you’d become infatuated with him. Which is why he’d given you his rosary, and you used it. you definitely did. You used it to put in your mouth when he was using you in the pew when no soul’s lurked for salvation. Your head up against the podium as he held you around the waist, his fingers pumping in and out of you without mercy, like he gave a damn about mercy. Telling you how sorry he was that he’d ruined you at the hands of him. Your god.