Sierra Simone

Be a good girl and I’ll give you what you want.”

The thighs moved away, which made me sad.

Let me help this woman, I prayed silently. Let me help her

And I wanted to be here to help her. I remembered her soft crying in the confessional and my chest tightened.

show her a more personal church experience than the Ancient Booth of Death

I spent the majority of my life in the Catholic faith, and while I’m no longer Catholic, I still have the utmost affection and respect for the Catholic Church.

God, I wanted to touch her.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I hadn’t wanted a woman with this kind of intensity for three years. And I hadn’t even seen her face. I didn’t even know her name.

was still very much a man. A man who’d liked fucking a lot before he’d heard the call.
And I still noticed women

I also run several miles each morning and force myself to read fifty pages of something not related to the church or religion whatsoever.
Oh, and I spend a lot of time on The Walking Dead reddit.

And before I could stop myself, I thought, I want my dick in that mouth.
I want that mouth crying my name.
I want—
I looked toward the front of the church, toward the crucifix.
Help me, I prayed silently. Is this some sort of test?