guilty pleasures, shameful desires (couple iso a good girl)

[TheDarksiders]

We have a couple ads out here now--which is appropriate, being a couple and all--so this one will round out the triptych for now.

We're an online couple (exclusive, intelligent, erotically adventurous) looking for a woman. Nothing surprising there...

About a year ago we connected with a captivating woman who identified herself three times in our conversations as a "good Catholic girl." Although our time with her never developed far enough, we're quite sure she wanted to be pushed into some erotic pleasure and discomfort about being a good Catholic girl having ... bad, sinful fantasies. We have since imagined her secretly masturbating during confession, in the darkness of the confessional, listening to her priest's concerned, fatherly voice. Perhaps her thoughts even turned to him (or Him?) ... as she simultaneously sought absolution.

So this ad is for any woman who has felt genuine shame or guilt in her unspeakable fantasies, someone who (like us) feels the pull of forbidden desire but is ashamed to admit it, even here on Lit. We're not interested in flinging perversions around; we're interested in those fantasies that make us squirm ... and cum.

 

[TheDarksiders]

A Baptist, eh? Shall we go down to the river and play? As a couple, we embrace multi-denominational eroticism.

 

[SallyIsHere]

So....

exciting. I gave the pastor’s son a handjob in the church parking lot. He didn’t say a word, which made it feel so taboo and immoral. We never mentioned it again, but I have cum many times remembering it.

 

[TheDarksiders]

exciting. I gave the pastor’s son a handjob in the church parking lot. He didn’t say a word, which made it feel so taboo and immoral. We never mentioned it again, but I have cum many times remembering it.

"The only one who could ever reach me/Was the son of a preacher man..."

That's a great story; we can almost hear the quiet breathing, the unexpected touch, the excited (nervous?) intensity. We may have to PM you for details! We love stories that continue to pay dividends for years, those memories that deliver the goods over and over. Sometimes the slightest touch at just the right moment can remain deliciously powerful forever.

 

[SallyIsHere]

Forbidden thoughts

Even though we did not repeat the car experience, we did sit next to each other in church. It was excruciating because I wanted to do it again. I would sit there imagining his hand sliding under my skirt. I know I was blushing. Nothing arouses guilt like sitting in church with wet panties.

 

[TheDarksiders]

Even though we did not repeat the car experience, we did sit next to each other in church. It was excruciating because I wanted to do it again. I would sit there imagining his hand sliding under my skirt. I know I was blushing. Nothing arouses guilt like sitting in church with wet panties.

Perhaps as well: nothing arouses wet panties like guilt sitting in church. For us, much of the power of your post is that you weren't entirely alone with your sinful thoughts, sitting next to him; it wasn't just a fantasy. Seeing him beside you in church, you could picture your hand pleasuring him, you could feel the memory of his ecstasy ... and you knew that he was thinking something along the same lines. (We can also picture you, aroused, on your knees ... in prayer.)

We love the details of stories so we can't help but wonder whether you sat in the same positions in church as you did in the car.... (Maybe if he came hard enough, the windshield looked like ... stained glass? Okay, we'll stop now...)