My Savior - Sex Stories

My Savior

... shivering. Hearing her admit this she feared she was rotten. “Maybe my daddy is right about me, maybe I was born to be a whore! I am so scared that I am going to hell! Please help me!” her body shivered in genuine fear and loathing. Her guilt overtook her sense of self.

Father John moved from around the desk to hold her through her tears. “Talitha, God forgives us all. You are not damned because of what you do, you can always be saved as long as you have love in your heart. What you did was an act of love, not malice. Your father did things to you that no father should have done. We can find a professional to get you the help you need together.”

Talitha appreciated the kind words from the wise priest that looked to be in his forties. She was so thankful that he wasn’t disgusted by her the same way she was disgusted by herself. “Thank you, Father. The worst part is that my daddy’s love has turned into anger. It started when I started planning to leave for college. Daddy would tell me that I wasn’t smart enough for college and that a cock-tease like me would waste my college tuition and just get pregnant the first chance I had. He said that because I was willing to leave him I didn’t deserve his love. He took everything from me and said I couldn’t have it back unless things went back the way it was. My parents' relationship fell apart again, after four years of happiness, and my Mom blamed me for spoiling her marriage. For trying to tease my dad with my body. I have lost ...

... everything! I am so alone and sad, I don’t know where I can go from here.” her body collapsed into Father John’s arms, and her cries of sadness broke his heart.

Father John was in total shock. "Talitha, my dear child," Father John said, "I am so sorry that you have had to endure such a terrible thing. You are not alone, and I will do everything in my power to help you. The church can provide you a place to stay and food while you work to build yourself back up."

Father John took her hand and led her to a quiet corner of the church. "Talitha, do you know the meaning behind your name?" he asked.

Talitha shook her head, and Father John continued, "Your name comes from a story in the Bible. In the Gospel of Mark, there is a story of a little girl who was very sick. Her parents had lost all hope, and they thought that she was going to die. But Jesus came to their home and took the little girl's hand. He said to her, 'Talitha Kuom,' which means 'Little girl, I say to you, arise!' And immediately, the girl got up and began to walk."

Talitha, never knowing the true source of her name, listened intently to the story, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her. "But what does that have to do with me?" she asked.

Father John smiled. "It means that you, too, have the power to rise above your circumstances, Talitha. You are a strong, resilient young woman, and I have faith that you will overcome this."

Tears welled up in Talitha’s eyes. She had gone from feeling unsavable ...