A big THANK YOU to Chris for including me as a contributor to this Frequently Felt. Today I'm here to share with you an original piece of erotica that billierosie wrote just for my blog as a part of my Quick & Dirty feature. This is a call for 250-500 word submissions of the filthiest scene you can come up with. Please feel free to send submissions to firstname.lastname@example.org if you're interested!
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I whisper my confession to Father Abraham.
The candlelight flickers.
I kneel, naked on the wooden floor before the little alter. The position has great discomfort. The muscles at the back of my thighs scream. Wooden splinters dig into my knees.
My confession is my fantasy; dirty, unnatural. An abomination. An unspeakable perversion.
Unspeakable until now.
Father Abraham tells me that I have to confess if I am to attain sanctity. The sanctity that is in keeping with being fit for Transubstantiation. Receiving the body and blood of Christ our Lord.
Christ entering my body through the bread and blood.
I whisper to Father Abraham and through him to God, that I want to be penetrated, defiled, violated. I want to be sodomised. I want Father Abraham’s erection filling my dirt hole.
As I whisper my fantasy, the little bud of my puckering dirt hole quivers and spasms exquisitely. An involuntary moan exudes from between my parted lips. I feel my juices pumping, sticky on my inner thighs.
Father Abraham’s little cell is in keeping with his vocation of Catholic priest. The walls are painted white; shadows from the candlelight dance. A low wooden bed; a small scrubbed wooden table serves as an alter. There is a Bible, open at the Holy Scripture of Leviticus; it gives us our Holy laws against abominations and perversions.
I inhale the Holy odour of Frankincense. I am in a state of Grace.
Tears are in my eyes. He places a hand upon my head and blesses me; giving me absolution; reconciliation.
My penance? To act upon the sin. To bring the sin from the world of imagination into the realm of reality.
My heart flutters. I hang my head. My long straight hair is dyed red. Red, the colour for a whore, it falls over my face.
Father Abraham has deemed my nudity for my confession. It is appropriate to be naked before the Lord, he tells me. He does not deem the Ritual lightly. Father Abraham is clothed. I wonder if beneath the loose black of a monk, he is erect.
He holds out his hands to me. His face is beatific; saintly. He raises me and leads me to the low bed.
He has read my mind; Father Abraham raises his cassock exposing his genitalia. His erection sways. Long thick and proud. He wraps his big hand around my hair, tangling and pulling. He topples us onto the low bed dragging me across his lap.
I cry as he spanks my bare bottom hard. I count the slaps out loud; fifty. His erection digs into my belly. His finger traces the line of my arse crack and into my wetness. He scoops up the moisture and presses on my dirt hole.
Two fingers, three fingers probe my dirt hole.
My dirt hole is stuffed.
My dirt hole muscles pulsate around his fist.
The abomination will happen soon in that dirty, dirty place.
Love and Kisses,
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