Father Elias
My name is Father Elias, and every night I fight a war I am losing.
I sat alone in the quiet church after Diana left, my c**k hard and throbbing under my robes. I could still feel the way her body trembled when I pressed against her.
The soft whimper she made when my hand touched her. It took every ounce of strength I had not to lift her skirt and sink deep into her right there.
I am supposed to be a man of God. I took vows. But vows mean nothing when a girl like Diana walks in. So innocent on the outside, but burning inside with filthy desires she cannot control. From the first confession, I knew she was a serpent. I have done this before, but none of them pulled me like she does.
I locked the door and sat on the chair behind the old oak desk. My hand slipped under my r
