It’d be a shame to sit in the Confessional booth with nothing to say…………………

Siren Whispers


He wouldn’t lie

He loved the thought of her in church

The priest delivering a fire and brimstone sermon

As she thought of him

Replaying the words he had given her

His instructions

A blush stealing across her features

As her imagination ran wild

And her arousal began to build

Yes, he delighted in imagining her

Kneeling in church

Head bowed

Hands clasped together


And knickerless…

Photograph taken from Google Images

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