My Sins - Sex Stories

My Sins

... a top. Then, as if a light burnt out we both seemed to realize what we did. I managed to look down as we separated and notice a very prominent outline of his member. But also at the same time, a huge amount of guilt flooded over me. I hastily spewed out an apology and ran for the door. I couldn’t get it open fast enough. Again I was exposed. Laid bare in front of Father Paul. The bad seed in me was trying to get to him. I avoided him for as long as I could. It wasn’t long enough. I had not gone to the offices after class the next day as per my usual. I was in the nursery helping with the babies. Father Paul walked in and I just wanted to crawl in the corner and curl up in a ball. He walked over to me and I could see a confused yet concerned look on his face. He said he needed me. I was looking him in the eye when he said that and although everyone else in the room assumed that he needed me at his office for work, I could clearly see the need he had for me. And it wasn’t what everyone else was thinking. One of the Sisters came over and took the infant from me that I had been tending. Father Paul put his hand on my arm and gently led me out of the room. He slipped his hand to my back and kept it there as we left the orphanage and headed to his quarters. I was too ashamed to start any conversations with him. I was sure that I was going to be reprimanded and given penance when we got to his office. I was prepared for His wrath. After all, I had been living with God’s wrath long ...

... enough. I supposed I would live through Father Paul’s. Only it would cut me worse than anything God had ever laid on me. To have Father’s eyes see me as the truly flawed being I was just about killed me inside. I had my head down waiting while he closed the door behind us. He stepped in front of me and surprisingly wrapped his arms around me and pressed my head to his chest. Again I breathed in his familiar scent. His body was trembling and for a moment I thought he might be crying I looked up at his face in alarm to see what I read there and when I did his lips met mine, I was swept off my feet. This was the first passionate kiss I had ever had with someone I wanted to kiss. But NO damn it! It was all wrong! Wasnt it? He was a priest. A well loved and devoted priest. But I just couldn’t pull away. My knees were actually weak. When the kiss ended and I opened my eyes, I stammered to apologize. “I'm so sorry Father, I don't....." He cut me of by putting his fingers over my lips shushing me. " I need you. I have always needed you." " But Father, I don’t understand." 'I've watched you for a long time, wanting you. waiting for you. its time, your ready and I need you" He tried to pull me into him closer but I put my hands on his chest and pushed back . I was confused. What was he saying. I couldnt quite wrap my head around what was happening. I needed to think. I told him I needed to think. And he released me so I could go. He didnt force me. He didnt try to stop me. As I looked ...