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Click hereFeeling so repentant
I went to church today
sitting with the ministers wife
as I began to pray.
Lord, give me strength
to be what I can be
help me to remove the hand
that's lying on my knee.
The strength, it did not come
the hand above the knee
fueling the fire between my legs
what is happening to me?
Slinking down on the pew
her lips now on my thigh
succumbing to her burning breath
legs opening with a sigh.
Her tongue was so invasive
pleasure reigned supreme
nothing like the altar wine
my runny, pussy cream.
And as if she were praying
receiving a sacred sign
twisting me in the pew
to lick me from behind..
As my body tightened
then quivering till I came
screaming out in ecstasy
Goddamn his name in vain.
When she looked up at me
her face was such a mess
my instinct to tongue her clean
a sin I must confess.
Acting on my instincts
I started with her lips
destined to the furry pie
the vee between her hips.
I couldn't believe the mass of wet
a word of religious meaning
funny I would think of "mass"
whilst my tongue was cleaning.
Soon I was on my knees
but certainly not to pray
nor asking for forgiveness
for going all the way.
When she came, her muffled groan
echoed around the church
spewing out her every drop
up to her final lurch.
When I left on wobbly legs
wondering where or when
depravity would take hold of me
and I'd repeat the sin again.
author, little miss blair
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