Amanda Goes to Church - "Holy Sinners 2" Reading Sample

Trigger warning: If you are very religious, do yourself a favor and don't read the following text. I am serious.

"But still, you have sinned. Especially as a religious scholar, you should know that in Italy, you don't enter a church in a miniskirt. And certainly not in such a skimpy, frivolous one as yours. Half the village must think I've had a lady from the red-light milieu brought in from Sicily. Old Signora Verdutti will even demand that the church be rededicated or that I will be transferred to Argentina!" He says it calmly, the way you talk to a child when you explain that they have done something wrong out of naivety because they don't know something yet. I feel foolish in my hooker outfit here in the confessional. I blush. Now he says in a very definite, almost imperious voice: "Tomorrow the church opens at 8 o'clock, then the morning confession hour begins. I will open the east side gate by the cemetery for you already at six o'clock. Before the altar, I will place a simple iron cross in the center aisle. Before it, you will kneel, praying five full rosaries. After each one, you will kiss the tiles before the cross. You will pray them aloud so that every mouse in this wall will hear it." Then he falls back into his calm, level-headed voice and says he will give me absolution tomorrow at eight when he has seen and heard that I am serious.

I thank him and leave the church. I like that he has struck dominant tones in between. I also know that his penance was excessive and that the confession process did not comply with the rules. He got on my game without showing it directly. It gives me hope to expose his sexual side after all. I decide to continue going to confession all white - but naughty - until I have him. I spend the afternoon shopping for white lingerie at online retailers and sex stores. I go to bed early tonight; I must get up early too. I set the alarm for 4:45 a.m. Showering, make-up, blow-drying, and getting dressed will take time, and I want to "do penance" punctually at six.

Punctually, at six, I open the side door of the church. The first rays of sun over the mountain tops hit the colorful church windows, enveloping the nave in a mystical light. The complete silence is interrupted only by the clacking of my heels. Knowing I'll be kneeling on stone floors, I've opted for white latex overknees with platform and 16-centimeter heels. I'm wearing a white latex corsage, the same white skirt as yesterday - but this time not with suspenders, just a thong. It will result in an outrageous whale tail when I kneel to pray and bend over to kiss the floor. Head held high, I strut up to the front of the plain iron cross Monsignore has placed in the center aisle. A rosary hangs from it. I am sure he is watching me from somewhere. I kneel, feeling the skirt ride up, offering a direct view of my ass cheeks, from which the thong winds and forms the whale tail above the skirt. I take the rosary, threading the beads between my French nails.

"In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Our Father, who art in heaven," I begin in a determined voice at the first bead. I get into a trance as I struggle through the rosary, which I have found particularly lengthy, tedious, and exhausting. Sometimes, I hear something creaking in the choir loft behind me, and I know that he is watching me, sees me deliberately bending forward slowly, stretching my buttocks toward the choir loft to give him the best possible view of my buttocks, kissing the tiles a touch too long, as if I were newly in love.

After the fourth rosary, I decide to go all out. Reaching back up from my kiss, I grab the crucifix and slowly turn it over - this act alone is enough for excommunication - guide it between my legs, placing the crossbars on my lower legs as I grasp the base of the cross with both hands. My lower legs in their boots resting on the ground, I sit on my knees and fervently begin the fifth rosary, lifting the end of the cross and beginning to ride it that way. All the while, as I struggle through the rosary, I rub my crotch against the consecrated object. It takes me over forty minutes to complete the last rosary. Again and again, I’m losing track; I must take a loud breath to not groan loose in the church. I throw my head back; my brown hair hugs my shoulders; I bite my lips. Each time I come, I slump down exhausted with the cross on my feet and between my thighs. I straighten up again, lift the cross again, and rub against it again to orgasm as I quote the church verses. Once I slump over the cross, panting deeply, my right nipple slips out of the corsage. I pray the rest of the rosary with my chest exposed. "Father, I come to fulfill your most holy," I moan, "will," groan, "will." I come in the process. An orgasm jolts through me; the cross crashes resoundingly to the floor. I let myself fall on it and moan, "Amen."

- Reading Sample of "Holy Sinners 2: Chasing the Sin - My Forbidden Affair with the Village's Priest"

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