rosemary

having… thoughts. about confessional booths. about catching a finicky young priest unaware. about him not realising until it’s too late there’s actually two men on the other side of the panel, one sitting and whispering to him, and the other kneeling between their legs, lapping at their cunt. confessing to the suddenly shy priest the sin they’re currently committing, asking his consent to be lured into temptation. asking that if he submits, they’ll beg for forgiveness so he may purify them all in his saintly cum.

God didn't give me a dick cause he knew I'd be abusing that thang. Call me mourning wood the way I'd be fucking trees

My intrusive thoughts brought me to the idea of being tied to a cross to be humiliated, touched, whipped, and fucked in front of cluster of onlookers and… my mind lingered on that subject much longer than it ever should have.

everyone shut the fuck up and listen. i love decadence, i love filth, i love perversion; i love depravity and deviance and hedonism. i love corruption, i love the obscene. i love debauchery, i love all things sordid, i love the thrill of scandal. i love reveling in being a sicko. it brings me closer to god

i think i genuinely see collaring just about as intimately as people see the part of the wedding where they put the rings on each other.

kneeled on the floor, hands folded between my thighs, watching their every move with so much love, so much trust, as they finally show me their greatest gift to me.

a collar, one they picked with me in mind, with us in mind, a perfect reminder within every clink of the tags or tug of the leather that i belong to them. and, of course, they to me as well. my love <33

the very, very first time they put it on me,,, slow and gentle, knuckles urging my chin up with a soft coo. and my brain turns to cotton candy and sparkles, letting them fasten it around me just tight enough to let me know it is always there... that they are always there.

I love when girls get so needy in a kiss that they start moaning in your mouth and pulling on your clothing, just so needy for their dom. Thirsty for more of them.

I just wanna live the "yes, your highness, I'll protect you with my life" to "Please let me cum in you, my liege, please let me have the honor-" pipeline

Don't worry, Father. I won't tell anyone. I won't speak a word on how your eyes linger on me. How your hand on my shoulder, a want to be reassuring and familiar, rests too long for that to be the truth.

I won't tell anyone that I can tell you hesitate when you see me in the chapel. I know you enjoy our conversations, more than you're willing to admit. That you hold them tight to your chest when you try to sleep at night.

You pray, God willing, that I'll leave your mind just for a moment. I know that there are moments in service where your gaze locks on mine and I become the holiest thing under God to you.

There's nothing wrong with wanting an angel. Most fear them, but you? You desire. You think you are weak in the flesh but your mind is strong against the current. You want nothing more than to feel the touch of another, pressed tight, pressed sweet. I know what you desire.

I won't tell a single soul. It'll between you, me and God.

Didn't God create you to desire holiness?

God created man, and man created sin. And is not your job to be the connection between them both? I see you cringe from me, cast your eyes from my burning gaze, denying those feelings you know to be part of you. I see your eyes linger on the Holy, desiring it, but the Holy cannot be human like you. Cannot be flesh and blood except when God wills it. But the Unholy? The Unholy is so distinctly Human. You pray to be Holy, but Holy is not born of the Earth. Your prays cannot reach the skies from here. How can a man be that connection between Heaven and Earth, without understanding all being Human has to offer? Without understanding why some are drawn to sin in the first place? Sin is part of you, it is what makes Earth distinct from Eden. Didn’t God cast you out so you could be Human? You are not meant to be Holy, Father- you are meant to be flesh and blood. And I can show you all that being flesh means.

come, sweet pet, allow me to let you witness the holy divinity of heaven under my touch, as your eyes roll back and your cunt shivers into my hand. don’t you want to feel so safe, knowing you’re purified of all corruption every time you release your pent up desires in my arms? sink into the feeling of total vulnerability, your angel’s wings will be wrapped around you, shielding you from all the horrors of the secular world.

whats that handsome? you think youre in heat? oh no let me check for you!!! just spread your legs and let me see. hm it is very wet and puffy, here let me just touch a little to test reactions. huh? im just helping you puppy!! i promise im not fingering your cunt open so i can breed your drippy swollen hole!!! just relax, you'll be ready soon :)

Scientist finding an alien species and needing to figure out how the species reproduce but they only have one kind of this species which refuse to reproduce with each other, so they send in human volunteers to study the alien species sexual relations

Big horny werewolf bf that's going through his rut. He wants you so bad but he's scared to hurt you. His hands are more like paws and the rough pads on them hurt his sensitive cock. He needs your soft hands to jerk him off but all he can do at the moment is hump your pillow. You find him needy and whining as he cums once again. Not caring he's ruining your sheets. The room smells like him and sex. It's over powering and you find yourself feeling empty. What will you do?

Who needs a bed when you have a demonic cryptid to sleep on.

@naffeclipse duck and cover, a cuddle doodle is hurtling towards you!

I want to be overwhelmed. Hands everywhere, videos playing, eyes glossed over and unable to center. Every second feeling like I’m about to cum but it just gets stronger, more out of focus, feeling more hands, moaning louder and louder, all until it finally spills over and my body is but a wet, melted mess, waiting to be used again💕💕💕

Hot men playing priests have done more for religion than those door-to-door Jehovah’s Witness

so……midnight mass

modern dating is embarrassing i want to meet someone the old fashioned way (he’s the local hot priest who will question god because of me)

need to be a werewolf demon with a puppy priest succumbing to sin at my feet. how low you’ve fallen, Father, replacing God’s holy collar for my claws around your throat. will you show me just how deeply you used to submit to Him, and prove that you’ll follow all of my rules and my teachings instead? or do you need to be put on a leash and trained to be my perfect pet?

a good orgasm will do you like a factory reset

Some sins require quite severe penance, and adultery is one of them - breaking your sacred bonds. Being punished privately is not enough. I’ll have you come up to the front, to the altar, at the end of the next mass. To let everyone see the slut you really are, I’ll strip you, almost ripping your clothes away, positioning your body as I need. My curate will help, spreading your legs open, covering your mouth if you get too loud, tying your arms if you struggle too much.

As I sit on the altar, I’ll pull your body up and force you down on my cock, facing the congregation. They’ll see how your body betrays its desire for those besides your spouse, see your shame. All of them will whisper and jeer, point and mock as you pretend you don’t want this. They will watch how you writhe on me, begging for more. I’ll leave you dripping and filled with my cum, a reminder of your penance, and as everyone departs, your body will be available for the congregation to touch.

It will be your apology for making them have to see how sinful you are.

But with how much you like your punishment, I’m sure you will turn to infidelity again.