Father Tom Takes a Virgin
Erotic dreams of Father Tom have been plaguing Marie for months. Since he became pastor of her Catholic parish, the college co-ed has tried to cling to her chastity. But the raw sex exuded by the fit, alluring priest has Marie clenching her thighs shut during daily Mass.
Marie goes to his office to confess her dirty thoughts, seeking absolution. When she finds out Father Tom has been having carnal desires of his own, she sets out to convince him that to feel like a real man again, he needs to make her a real woman.
WARNING: This story contains dirty thoughts, erotic dreams, and forbidden things happening between a "good girl" and a naughty priest! May be highly offensive (or titillating) to Catholics! Knee pads are recommended, because after this story, you'll either be saying "Hail Marys" or um…doing something else on your knees.
Word Count: 6,961 (actual story count, not including bonus excerpts, etc.)
Excerpt:
A tell-tale bulge was rising up a little from his crotch area. Was Father Tom attracted to me? Was he having “inappropriate thoughts”…about <i>me?</i> My reaction was a mix of shock, horror…and unrepentant lust. All sorts of images flooded my mind, most of them involving Father naked, doing unspeakable things to me—things I wanted done again, and again. I licked my lips.
He watched my tongue as it slicked my lips.
In a flash, everything that had occurred since I walked in his office ran through my mind. His eyes had followed every movement I made. And I was sure.
Father wanted me.
Me!
I felt a rush of power. Sure, many boys had followed me my every movement before, their eyes crawling over my curves. But never a man like this one. He was older, mature, sophisticated, hot, and sexy.
And forbidden.
As much as the raw sexuality of his body called to me, the forbidden nature of the attraction was what compelled me the most. I hadn’t planned to come here to seduce him. Well, at least not intentionally. But now, the urge to strip naked before him and beg him to take me was overwhelming. I felt the need to bare myself to him…body and soul.
“Marie?”
I blinked. “Huh?”
“I asked you if you had any idea if anything has changed in the last couple of months that has sparked these thoughts you’ve been struggling with?”
“Oh! Uh…” This time, I decided I would tell him the whole truth. “Well, about two months ago I started having these dreams.”
“Dreams?”
“Yeah. I was in bed, and in my dream my bedroom had these french doors. They were open, and I woke up to find the white gauzy curtains blowing in the breeze. I sat up in bed. I was wearing a long, white cotton nightgown. Like the kind in <i>Little House on the Prairie. </i> Only the fabric was thinner, almost see through.”
“Marie—”
“I felt a presence in the room. It was a man, standing in the doorway, curtains billowing around him. I could only see him in shadow, but I could tell that his body was hard. Muscular. I could smell him—the scent of him—across the room. It made me wet. My nipples were puckered in the cold night air, and—”
“Marie, please!” He sighed, and I noticed him clenching his knees together, most likely to hide the growing erection that I knew he must have.
I could remember doing that in Mass on many occasions, trying to quell the throbbing lust I felt between my legs, between my legs, before I went up to receive Communion.
“Remember, I don’t need all the details. It’s really not appropriate for you to share them with me, and they’re not relevant.”
“But Father, they <i>are</i> relevant. The man in my dream was you.”
“What?” He was dumbfounded, his eyes wide.
“It was you. In my dream, you strode into the room, naked. You sat on my bed, and lifted the nightgown over my head, and pulled it off. I was naked, and you told me my skin looked beautiful in the moonlight.
“Marie, stop…”
“I laid back on the bed, and you spread my legs wide—”
“Marie!”
“—and you thrust your magnificent cock into me, and it was the most amazing thing—”
<i>“Marie!” </i> His voice cracked.
I fell into silence.
He leaned forward, gripping the edge of the coffee table, his breathing ragged.
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Marie goes to his office to confess her dirty thoughts, seeking absolution. When she finds out Father Tom has been having carnal desires of his own, she sets out to convince him that to feel like a real man again, he needs to make her a real woman.
WARNING: This story contains dirty thoughts, erotic dreams, and forbidden things happening between a "good girl" and a naughty priest! May be highly offensive (or titillating) to Catholics! Knee pads are recommended, because after this story, you'll either be saying "Hail Marys" or um…doing something else on your knees.
Word Count: 6,961 (actual story count, not including bonus excerpts, etc.)
Excerpt:
A tell-tale bulge was rising up a little from his crotch area. Was Father Tom attracted to me? Was he having “inappropriate thoughts”…about <i>me?</i> My reaction was a mix of shock, horror…and unrepentant lust. All sorts of images flooded my mind, most of them involving Father naked, doing unspeakable things to me—things I wanted done again, and again. I licked my lips.
He watched my tongue as it slicked my lips.
In a flash, everything that had occurred since I walked in his office ran through my mind. His eyes had followed every movement I made. And I was sure.
Father wanted me.
Me!
I felt a rush of power. Sure, many boys had followed me my every movement before, their eyes crawling over my curves. But never a man like this one. He was older, mature, sophisticated, hot, and sexy.
And forbidden.
As much as the raw sexuality of his body called to me, the forbidden nature of the attraction was what compelled me the most. I hadn’t planned to come here to seduce him. Well, at least not intentionally. But now, the urge to strip naked before him and beg him to take me was overwhelming. I felt the need to bare myself to him…body and soul.
“Marie?”
I blinked. “Huh?”
“I asked you if you had any idea if anything has changed in the last couple of months that has sparked these thoughts you’ve been struggling with?”
“Oh! Uh…” This time, I decided I would tell him the whole truth. “Well, about two months ago I started having these dreams.”
“Dreams?”
“Yeah. I was in bed, and in my dream my bedroom had these french doors. They were open, and I woke up to find the white gauzy curtains blowing in the breeze. I sat up in bed. I was wearing a long, white cotton nightgown. Like the kind in <i>Little House on the Prairie. </i> Only the fabric was thinner, almost see through.”
“Marie—”
“I felt a presence in the room. It was a man, standing in the doorway, curtains billowing around him. I could only see him in shadow, but I could tell that his body was hard. Muscular. I could smell him—the scent of him—across the room. It made me wet. My nipples were puckered in the cold night air, and—”
“Marie, please!” He sighed, and I noticed him clenching his knees together, most likely to hide the growing erection that I knew he must have.
I could remember doing that in Mass on many occasions, trying to quell the throbbing lust I felt between my legs, between my legs, before I went up to receive Communion.
“Remember, I don’t need all the details. It’s really not appropriate for you to share them with me, and they’re not relevant.”
“But Father, they <i>are</i> relevant. The man in my dream was you.”
“What?” He was dumbfounded, his eyes wide.
“It was you. In my dream, you strode into the room, naked. You sat on my bed, and lifted the nightgown over my head, and pulled it off. I was naked, and you told me my skin looked beautiful in the moonlight.
“Marie, stop…”
“I laid back on the bed, and you spread my legs wide—”
“Marie!”
“—and you thrust your magnificent cock into me, and it was the most amazing thing—”
<i>“Marie!” </i> His voice cracked.
I fell into silence.
He leaned forward, gripping the edge of the coffee table, his breathing ragged.
Father Tom Takes a Virgin
Erotic dreams of Father Tom have been plaguing Marie for months. Since he became pastor of her Catholic parish, the college co-ed has tried to cling to her chastity. But the raw sex exuded by the fit, alluring priest has Marie clenching her thighs shut during daily Mass.
Marie goes to his office to confess her dirty thoughts, seeking absolution. When she finds out Father Tom has been having carnal desires of his own, she sets out to convince him that to feel like a real man again, he needs to make her a real woman.
WARNING: This story contains dirty thoughts, erotic dreams, and forbidden things happening between a "good girl" and a naughty priest! May be highly offensive (or titillating) to Catholics! Knee pads are recommended, because after this story, you'll either be saying "Hail Marys" or um…doing something else on your knees.
Word Count: 6,961 (actual story count, not including bonus excerpts, etc.)
Excerpt:
A tell-tale bulge was rising up a little from his crotch area. Was Father Tom attracted to me? Was he having “inappropriate thoughts”…about <i>me?</i> My reaction was a mix of shock, horror…and unrepentant lust. All sorts of images flooded my mind, most of them involving Father naked, doing unspeakable things to me—things I wanted done again, and again. I licked my lips.
He watched my tongue as it slicked my lips.
In a flash, everything that had occurred since I walked in his office ran through my mind. His eyes had followed every movement I made. And I was sure.
Father wanted me.
Me!
I felt a rush of power. Sure, many boys had followed me my every movement before, their eyes crawling over my curves. But never a man like this one. He was older, mature, sophisticated, hot, and sexy.
And forbidden.
As much as the raw sexuality of his body called to me, the forbidden nature of the attraction was what compelled me the most. I hadn’t planned to come here to seduce him. Well, at least not intentionally. But now, the urge to strip naked before him and beg him to take me was overwhelming. I felt the need to bare myself to him…body and soul.
“Marie?”
I blinked. “Huh?”
“I asked you if you had any idea if anything has changed in the last couple of months that has sparked these thoughts you’ve been struggling with?”
“Oh! Uh…” This time, I decided I would tell him the whole truth. “Well, about two months ago I started having these dreams.”
“Dreams?”
“Yeah. I was in bed, and in my dream my bedroom had these french doors. They were open, and I woke up to find the white gauzy curtains blowing in the breeze. I sat up in bed. I was wearing a long, white cotton nightgown. Like the kind in <i>Little House on the Prairie. </i> Only the fabric was thinner, almost see through.”
“Marie—”
“I felt a presence in the room. It was a man, standing in the doorway, curtains billowing around him. I could only see him in shadow, but I could tell that his body was hard. Muscular. I could smell him—the scent of him—across the room. It made me wet. My nipples were puckered in the cold night air, and—”
“Marie, please!” He sighed, and I noticed him clenching his knees together, most likely to hide the growing erection that I knew he must have.
I could remember doing that in Mass on many occasions, trying to quell the throbbing lust I felt between my legs, between my legs, before I went up to receive Communion.
“Remember, I don’t need all the details. It’s really not appropriate for you to share them with me, and they’re not relevant.”
“But Father, they <i>are</i> relevant. The man in my dream was you.”
“What?” He was dumbfounded, his eyes wide.
“It was you. In my dream, you strode into the room, naked. You sat on my bed, and lifted the nightgown over my head, and pulled it off. I was naked, and you told me my skin looked beautiful in the moonlight.
“Marie, stop…”
“I laid back on the bed, and you spread my legs wide—”
“Marie!”
“—and you thrust your magnificent cock into me, and it was the most amazing thing—”
<i>“Marie!” </i> His voice cracked.
I fell into silence.
He leaned forward, gripping the edge of the coffee table, his breathing ragged.
Marie goes to his office to confess her dirty thoughts, seeking absolution. When she finds out Father Tom has been having carnal desires of his own, she sets out to convince him that to feel like a real man again, he needs to make her a real woman.
WARNING: This story contains dirty thoughts, erotic dreams, and forbidden things happening between a "good girl" and a naughty priest! May be highly offensive (or titillating) to Catholics! Knee pads are recommended, because after this story, you'll either be saying "Hail Marys" or um…doing something else on your knees.
Word Count: 6,961 (actual story count, not including bonus excerpts, etc.)
Excerpt:
A tell-tale bulge was rising up a little from his crotch area. Was Father Tom attracted to me? Was he having “inappropriate thoughts”…about <i>me?</i> My reaction was a mix of shock, horror…and unrepentant lust. All sorts of images flooded my mind, most of them involving Father naked, doing unspeakable things to me—things I wanted done again, and again. I licked my lips.
He watched my tongue as it slicked my lips.
In a flash, everything that had occurred since I walked in his office ran through my mind. His eyes had followed every movement I made. And I was sure.
Father wanted me.
Me!
I felt a rush of power. Sure, many boys had followed me my every movement before, their eyes crawling over my curves. But never a man like this one. He was older, mature, sophisticated, hot, and sexy.
And forbidden.
As much as the raw sexuality of his body called to me, the forbidden nature of the attraction was what compelled me the most. I hadn’t planned to come here to seduce him. Well, at least not intentionally. But now, the urge to strip naked before him and beg him to take me was overwhelming. I felt the need to bare myself to him…body and soul.
“Marie?”
I blinked. “Huh?”
“I asked you if you had any idea if anything has changed in the last couple of months that has sparked these thoughts you’ve been struggling with?”
“Oh! Uh…” This time, I decided I would tell him the whole truth. “Well, about two months ago I started having these dreams.”
“Dreams?”
“Yeah. I was in bed, and in my dream my bedroom had these french doors. They were open, and I woke up to find the white gauzy curtains blowing in the breeze. I sat up in bed. I was wearing a long, white cotton nightgown. Like the kind in <i>Little House on the Prairie. </i> Only the fabric was thinner, almost see through.”
“Marie—”
“I felt a presence in the room. It was a man, standing in the doorway, curtains billowing around him. I could only see him in shadow, but I could tell that his body was hard. Muscular. I could smell him—the scent of him—across the room. It made me wet. My nipples were puckered in the cold night air, and—”
“Marie, please!” He sighed, and I noticed him clenching his knees together, most likely to hide the growing erection that I knew he must have.
I could remember doing that in Mass on many occasions, trying to quell the throbbing lust I felt between my legs, between my legs, before I went up to receive Communion.
“Remember, I don’t need all the details. It’s really not appropriate for you to share them with me, and they’re not relevant.”
“But Father, they <i>are</i> relevant. The man in my dream was you.”
“What?” He was dumbfounded, his eyes wide.
“It was you. In my dream, you strode into the room, naked. You sat on my bed, and lifted the nightgown over my head, and pulled it off. I was naked, and you told me my skin looked beautiful in the moonlight.
“Marie, stop…”
“I laid back on the bed, and you spread my legs wide—”
“Marie!”
“—and you thrust your magnificent cock into me, and it was the most amazing thing—”
<i>“Marie!” </i> His voice cracked.
I fell into silence.
He leaned forward, gripping the edge of the coffee table, his breathing ragged.
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| BN ID: | 2940014071048 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Carnal Bliss Press |
| Publication date: | 01/28/2012 |
| Series: | Virgin Territory , #3 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Sales rank: | 166,639 |
| File size: | 181 KB |
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