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Sent to a friend I fantasize about the priest in my parish. When I made my first confession when I converted, I had to tell him about all the sex I'd had. I didn't want to, but I had to. Now I know that when he sees me all he thinks is what a slut I am. I want to be good and chaste and to not imagine him making love to me, but he is so sexy when he closes his eyes during parts of the Mass and meditates that I can't help it. So, I sit there when I'm supposed to be praying or singing, and look at his hands and imagine him stroking me and at his beard and imagine how it would feel against my breasts. Yep, I'm doomed.Rating:4.80
