Blasphemy Phone Sex – Rhiannon’s Sinful Thoughts Part 1
Welcome back to my blog! I hope you enjoy blasphemy, because that’s what this fantasy is all about. You see, I attended Catholic school here in Portland, and it led to all sorts of twisted fantasies about priests and nuns, and being dressed up like a schoolgirl. So, read on, you little pervert and enjoy my version of blasphemy!
It always felt as if Sister Mary Catherine was giving me the eye. This particular Sister didn’t remind me of the other nuns at school, not at all. For, you see, she was not much older than twenty-five and quite beautiful, despite her lack of makeup. Sitting in math class with her as a senior always left me wondering what was under her habit, and oftentimes, I’d find myself lost in thought.
Sister Mary Catherine was slim, but I always fantasized about her being incredibly curvy and voluptuous under her habit. I wondered exactly what her creamy breasts looked like, and how each little rosebud of a nipple would feel between my lips and teeth. One day though, after math class, the Sister asked me to remain after the other eighteen year-olds had left class. This left me in such fear and confused – what had I done? Was I going to be in trouble? Had the Sister noticed how I daydreamed in class about her round ass?
To have such fantasies was blasphemy!
Sitting at my desk, was I so obvious that all I could think about was what her smooth, perfect, flesh looked like under that bulky black dress? Anxiously, I waited at my desk for Sister Mary Catherine to speak with me after class. When all the other students had left class, Sister closed the door to her classroom, and motioned for me to come up to her desk. With a gulp and downcast eyes, I made my way to her ancient, wooden, desk. “Rhiannon,” she began.
Oh god! My mind screamed. She knew. Sister definitely knew my secret, and I was going to be punished for my impure, sinful, thoughts. I readied myself, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. It felt as if it would beat right through my ribcage and onto my desk. Could Sister hear it? Would she know? I felt my heartbeat echoing in my ears as Sister walked closer to my desk.
“Rhiannon, I’ve seen the way you look at me during class,” she continued. Oh shit. This was it. She knew! Of course she did. Would I be punished for these sinful, blasphemous, thoughts? “And I wanted to let you know,” Sister Mary Catherine went on, “that I feel the same way you do.”
Oh God, in heaven. This was blasphemy!
My mouth fell open and I blinked my eyes furiously, completely flabbergasted. “What do you mean you feel the same way?” I asked. Sister Mary Catherine sighed, and took a seat next to me at an adjacent desk.
“It’s absolutely unholy, but all I can think about is what your pussy looks like underneath that adorable plaid skirt of yours. How my mouth would feel on yours, and what I can do to make you moan.”
I stared back at the Sister in complete and utter shock.
To be continued. . .
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Until next time!