Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.

The words dance through your mind as you return to the vicarage to the help with the post service coffees and teas. Your mind racing in a million directions as you take a deep breath and tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, re-joining the conversation with the regulars as if you had been there all the time. Offering hot beverages and freshly made bakeries to the older congregation, your warming smile ever more radiant.

Acting just as you always had and just as everyone would expect, with the innocence of an angel.

Yet those around you were blissfully unaware of the sin that you could feel with every step. The delicious wet mess between your thighs. Saturated lace, still sodden wet, clung desperately to your freshly fucked sex. Sticky trickles of liquid lust that had seeped down your inner thighs, now drying against your silky skin.

You had always dressed for church and today had been no different. Admittedly, up until a few weeks prior it would have consisted of a worn out charcoal trouser suit or a frumpy dress that did little to flatter.

But that was before you had danced with the devil.

The heels had remained. But that was it.

Instead, the silk of your dark hold ups adorns your skin, the intricate lace design clinging to the top of your toned thighs. And over this, an electric blue dress. Feminine and elegant, it subtly yet sensually accentuated your curves. Curves that until recently you had hidden away, consigned to the memories of youth. The material snug enough to cup the contours of your breasts, coming in at the waist whilst its hem sat just above your knee. Remaining just about appropriate for the religious surroundings you had been reinvigorated.  The confidence that ensued off the positive comments from friends and family alike made you feel like a new woman.

He had found you at your lowest ebb. Stuck in a perpetual circle of monotony. You had often thought back to that moment when your shopping had fallen and spilled across the car park.

A small drama by itself but on top on everything else it had felt much more, tipping you over the edge. Expletives spilled from your lips and you had lost the ability to fight back the tears that welled in your tired eyes. But through your watery eyes, this stranger, holding your tins and fresh fruit, with the warmest of smiles had come to the rescue. Who would have thought that moment would have turned your world upside down? So corny that you had laughed many times over.

His insistence to take you for a coffee, one that in your state you did not resist. And as you sipped the steamy double strength caffeine, you poured your heart out to this stranger. And surprisingly he listened. It often felt as though no one listened yet for once it felt as though someone truely cared. If you dared relay the story to anyone in the church congregation they would no doubt claim it was divine intervention.

Easy on the eyes, his rugged good looks and deliciously intense eyes did little to halt the instant attraction. New to the area, you exchanged numbers with his handsome stranger and as time allowed, you willingly fell for his charm, his attention having breathed new life into you. The feeling of being wanted so deliciously powerful, its vibrant sensations displacing the grey monotony that had eaten away at you all these years.

And as he flirted and seduced, even if you had wanted, you knew you couldn't resist the growing temptation. For he had ignited a fire deep within. An unrelenting hunger and passion that had taken your breath away from the moment your lips crushed against his. A whirlwind of lust fuelled sex had ensued. Wild and explicit, seemingly knowing no boundaries, he had awoken a desire that has been repressed and locked away for seemingly so long.

He had found the key. Your key.

You craved every moment as he took, and you willingly gave. All the time wanting more and more, his need for you boarded on the animalistic.  You had done things that you would have not dared imagine. For him you'd do anything. You craved his desire like an illicit drug, consumed by a ravenous hunger that you had never felt before.

Out of town on business for over a week, the sight of him at church sneaking into the final pew was one of shock. Shock interlaced with a giddy excitement, knowing he was so close yet so far, all in a place that represented everything other than him. Yet, you couldn't deny the ache that his mere presence caused and the thought of him back in your bed tonight.

In a town renowned for its gossip he was your secret, for at this moment you wanted him all for yourself.

Sharing the service sheet, you managed to steal the merest of conversations. Your heart swelled as he whispered into your ear how he had missed you for far too long. The need to cut his trip short to return to you. The stain of your blush claimed your cheeks in an instant as those whispered words painted the most perfect picture in your mind.

As the service unfolded you stole glances across the pews, always finding his intense gaze upon you. A look to make your heart flutter and cause your breath to quicken as though he was undressing you with his eyes.

But by the end of the service he had gone. The back-pew empty as your eyes searched around the church. An enigma in every way, you guessed that mixing with the older congregation was hardly his thing. The mere fact he was back in town had you beaming with excitement.

Resound to seeing him later you had helped tidy away the tattered bibles as you always had at the end of the sevice. You were almost done, saying goodbye to the last of the congregation when from out of the shadows he came.

The audible gasp as his hands took and pressed you up against a stone pillar. His dark, piercing eyes enjoying you as his lips locked with yours in a fiery embrace.

You melted in an instant.

Your hands ruffled through his hair as his passionate kiss took your breath away. Lips parted as tongues sought their mate in hungry desire as the church descended into quietness.

“Missed me?” You murmured between his kisses, adoring the attention. His hands traced your curves through your electric blue dress, a touch to ignite the fire deep within. His growl told you what he craved. The passion of his kiss and the way his hands felt you fuelled a hunger that you knew and enjoyed so well.

"We can't," you gasped but the desperate words were futile. For you knew what he wanted, what he craved. His hands explored and soon pressed up between your thighs, the hem of your skirt ruffled around his wrist as his fingers claimed you.

His hot breath on your neck, his mouth nuzzled as he whispered naughtiness into your ear and teased his tongue against your creamy skin. You murmured, lost to his attentive lips as his fingers peeled wet lace aside and sank into your hot mess.

"I’ve missed you so badly" He growled as his fingers curled inside you, sensually pumping back and forth.

"Mmmmm," was all you could muster, as you ground your hips against his hand, savouring the intense pleasure that built wave after wave, barely able to comprehend what you had become with him.

You were at his mercy and despite your pleas your body responded in opposite. Rolling hips met the motion of his fingers that plunged deep inside your sex. Your wetness coated his digits that curled inside you, leaving you teetering above the swirling inky abyss.  His palm brushed your ever more aroused clit, swollen and sensitive to his perfect touch. 

Try as you might, your growing mewls, and whimpers echoed softly around the church. Ever more desperate his fingers edged you towards heaven.

Your legs trembled as the waves of pleasure crashed over you, each one more intense than the last. His fingers curled inside hitting that magical spot with every delicious glide. So wet you felt yourself leaking around his invading fingers, the sensations soon claimed you.

Loving how he knew you were close, his fingers became more rampant. Your sex pulsed and rippled around him as he filled you.  Your breathless gasps became so desperate, you sought his lips to stifle your hungry moans.

Eyes closed, your pressed against his, as your thighs tensed.  The walls of your soaked sex clenched voilently as you flooded him with your liquid lust. Your body trembled and if it were not for the fact, he had you pinned against a stone pillar you would have no doubt buckled at the knee.

Your orgasm claimed every inch of you, leaving to a tingling mess as he slowly released his skilled fingers from your tight, wet sex. Your dreamy eyes opening as you bit down on his bottom lip, gasping with every ravenous breath.

“Oh God,” you panted, forgetting at that moment who house you were in. You felt the lust leaking from your sex as your eyes drank your sinful lover all up.

“Guide my cock in you” he instructed, his voice gravelly and intense. You needed no further encouragement, the mere thought making your still pulsing pussy ache.

Nimble fingers eagerly freed his arousal, the instant bite of your lip as fingers wrapped around his thick shaft. Obliging his wants you guided him towards you, tip smearing against your soaked lips, eager to feel him deep inside you.

Purring, his growl joined the animal sounds that spilt from wanton lips as he pressed into you. That most delicious of feelings as he filled your aching pussy with his gorgeous cock, inch by delicious inch. Still tight from your earlier orgasm the sensation of him entering you and filling you so more intense. Oh, how you loved the feeling of him deep inside you.

Rolling your hips, he thrust against you, sinking his cock back and forth. A growing rampant need as the wet coupling sounds intensified. Eager and insatiable, no longer able to hide your desires, the church resonated to an orchestra of lust.

Hands wrapped around his neck, pinned against the sandy stone pillar you felt every inch of him. Every fall followed by the deepest of thrusts that sucked the air from your lungs. His hands clawed at you, through your dress as wild passions took hold.

Your climax so intense and so quick. The crescendo of clenches that pushed you over the edge and made you hiss with delight. You felt his delight, as you tightened and flooded his ploughing arousal. His slammed deep once more and you felt him swell and then that most perfect sensation as he erupted deep inside. Painting the walls of your sex with his creamy seed.

Bodies slick to the touch, breath hot against your skin, you collectively slumped against the pillar, lost in the ecstasy. Your dreamy eyes met the storm deep within his. The sheer naughtiness of what had occurred made you giggle in a mix of excitement and bewilderment.

What had this devil made you become?

Regaining your composure, he disappeared with a tender kiss, telling you that when you get back, he’ll be waiting in your bed.

You could barely contain your excitement or hide the smile that adorned your lips as you brushed down your dress.  All the while your heart still pounded as you tried desperatly to regain that innocent angel look that you were know for.

The church resonated to the sound of your heels as you quickly walked out towards the vicarage, a growing stain on your cheek hoping no one had seen or heard the illicit sex that had ensued. The sight of the confession booths making you smile, a naughty sinful smile, delicious memories etched in your mind.