Wives of men of the cloth and their sex drive

[ClockworkFox]

Well, here it is. As promised on another thread. As far as I know, it hasn't been covered anywhere else, although it might be a fit for some of those Who is your most inappropriate fetish? / Which member of your family would you love to roger? etc. threads ...

So, are YOU married to a man of God? Do you writhe and squirm beneath him like a soul in torment in the Lake of Fire as he gives it to you hard and dirty in the name of the Lord, perhaps even taking His name in vain as he slides into the road less travelled by? Do you get on your knees to pray at his mighty cock altar? Or do you just lie there in the usual missionary position murmuring Mm, yes, mm, nice, lovely, mm, darling, in total darkness, and yearn to rant about it to a shedload of sickos from all around the world?

Or perhaps you know a lady who is. Your sister? Your mother? Your cousin? ... ... Your wife????!!!?? Tell us all you know, all they've told you, or what you've been able to glean from a bit of eavesdropping or keyholing, or even outright full-knowledge voyeuring in situ with sensual up-close-and-personal masturbation.

Remember, all persons mentioned, ogled, lusted after, fucked or buggered must be over 18, but apart from that, the sicker it is, the more we'll like it.

Or simply make it all up, who gives a shit.

 

[Shaglus_Ziegler]

Let’s hear it!

 

[ClockworkFox]

No one? There must be someone out there, surely. It's OK, you can tell us. We won't tell a soul. Is it the guilt? The fear of going to Hell because of your latex fetish with him indoors? In your clingy little dayglo pink suit with the detachable zipped crotch? The case of dildos of all shapes and sizes for when he's out of an evening tending to his flock, a few of which you can fit onto the Delux "Roaring Roger" piston-fuck machine with the velvet seat down in the basement?

Your nasty little secret is safe with us. The parish will never know. And we won't be shocked, either. You know what they say - judge not, that ye be not judged.

 

[Smoothshavendad]

No one? There must be someone out there, surely. It's OK, you can tell us. We won't tell a soul. Is it the guilt? The fear of going to Hell because of your latex fetish with him indoors? In your clingy little dayglo pink suit with the detachable zipped crotch? The case of dildos of all shapes and sizes for when he's out of an evening tending to his flock, a few of which you can fit onto the Delux "Roaring Roger" piston-fuck machine with the velvet seat down in the basement?

Your nasty little secret is safe with us. The parish will never know. And we won't be shocked, either. You know what they say - judge not, that ye be not judged.

Someone has some pent up desires for naughtiness at church…

 

[Kolejdayz]

I can tell a story about the daughter of a man of the cloth