Yesterday was Sunday and I did what any evil phone sex Goddess would do – I fucked a man of God right there on the altar. I went to a new church, and I stayed after because I knew I was going to fuck him. Under the guise of having questions about the church, I asked if I could talk to him. He said yes, because of course he fucking wanted to get me to join his flock of sheep. There was no way that was going to happen, though. I had bigger plans for him, and it didn’t take long at all to make them happen.
I asked him what he did when he felt like sinning, and he said that he always gets down on his knees and prays to God when he feels like he might do something he shouldn’t. When I inquired as to whether or not it works, he said that it usually does. And that’s when I told him that I’d seen him looking at me and that I knew he wanted to fuck me. Do you want to know what happened after that? Commit your own sin and call me to hear all about it.
1 comments
Your blasphemous nature sets my cockles aflame.