What kind of sex would you like to have right now? Part 4

I know it’s Saturday for most of us, but I’ve had impure thoughts all morning and can’t wait to let them out until tomorrow 🙈

Wooden pews form quiet rows, the stained glass windows beautiful yet unyielding, trapping the thick morning air inside the swelling crowd. I'm grateful for the lightness of my dress, one l'd normally save for picnic dates with my boyfriend.

Or I was until an unfamiliar hand slipped between my thighs, my modest panties offering no barrier to the firm, deliberate pull of his fingers.
 
I know it’s Saturday for most of us, but I’ve had impure thoughts all morning and can’t wait to let them out until tomorrow 🙈

Wooden pews form quiet rows, the stained glass windows beautiful yet unyielding, trapping the thick morning air inside the swelling crowd. I'm grateful for the lightness of my dress, one l'd normally save for picnic dates with my boyfriend.

Or I was until an unfamiliar hand slipped between my thighs, my modest panties offering no barrier to the firm, deliberate pull of his fingers.
Church girls are just plain fun. The more pious, the more fun to corrupt.😉
 
Church girls are just plain fun. The more pious, the more fun to corrupt.😉

I don't know if it was days later or weeks. Time doesn't hold shape down here, and it wouldn't have mattered anyway - Sunday service always ended the same way.

I've memorized the knots in the wood above me, the way they split through the grain like old wounds, always there when my head tilts back like this. Upstairs, they'll be serving coffee, shaking hands, speaking in softened voices. But down here, the world has gone dark, and it's only 10:30 in the morning.

😇
 
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