Wicked Confessions
This is fiction. If you are easily offended, especially with naughty things happening in a church with a pastor... move along, this isn't for you.
If you are easily offended, especially with naughty things happening in a church with a pastor... move along, this isn’t for you.
First off, let me explain what this story is.
I’m inviting other erotic writers to show what they can do on my Substack page. It is part of my evil plan to take over the whole of Substack with erotica! If anyone is interested in being my next guest, read this post, then DM me xxx
My twenty-third guest writer is Dragon Ezme who is not afraid to shock and upset those of you who are easily upset by such things as religious sacrilege. Luckily, I think she’s found the right audience with this bunch of wrong-uns browsing my page!
Let them breathe their fire upon you. Feel the heat.
But let us start with an interview…
Tell us a little about yourself…
I don’t think I am the typical erotic writer, though I don’t know if there is such a thing, as we are all colored by our own experiences, which shows in our writing. I am a Dragon Witch, a Magdalene Priestess, a Domme, a Shadow walker, a Sacred space holder, and when I’m connected, which lately is all the time, my words flow faster than I can type.
Writing is life, without it I go to a dark place. It’s okay to visit, but not a great place to live. So I write, a lot, most of the time.
I am learning to weave my spiritual self with my sensual self, my love of erotica and BDSM and the Sacred. It all belongs together. Always has.
What are your stories normally about?
Women exploring their sexual desires, their wants and needs, how it shapes them, how they become who they were meant to be, and how they realize they are perfectly imperfect just as they are. All of my stories are transformative stories. My characters are very flawed, often with issues like PTSD, Autism, Adhd, OCD, agoraphobia, and more. But through their self discovery, their adventures, their desires, their life is better for all of it.
What inspired you to write erotica?
My life. Embracing alternative spirituality helped me get rid of shame and the idea that my sexual thoughts were a sin. I began writing erotic stories soon after, mostly about my fantasies. Just about anything can inspire a story, it happens all the time. They usually come from a ‘what if’ from reading a headline or a story, or even from my own stories. My sensual self weaves in and out of all of it. It is such a huge part of who I am; I wouldn’t be able to write without it, or at least not much.
How much of what you write is from lived experience?
I come from a place of repression, of being traumatized as a child and young adult on multiple levels. I have panic attacks, AuDHD and other issues. None as rough as my characters, but still there. I, too, have had a sexual transformation throughout my life. Most of my stories have a kernel of me in them, experiences and fantasies, even if I don’t name them as such. I have been a Domme, off and on for about thirty years, more active in the last seven or eight years. I definitely weave my experiences into my writing, whether it is stories, fantasies, or poetry.
What is next for you, and/or what projects are you working on?
I am currently writing a Shapeshifter Dragon Story about a woman who inherits her grandmother’s house in Ireland. Strange things begin happening, dreams that seem real, memories of an imaginary friend who was a dragon, and her grandmother’s journals that sound crazy, but she soon finds out she wasn’t crazy at all and neither is she. This one is downloading rather quickly. It really is fascinating how that happens.
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18+ | Explicit | Threesome | Naughty in Church |FFM
Warning: Don’t enter if you don’t want to see explicit wickedness in a church with a pastor.
I smooth my hands down over my dark blue dress with my white-gloved hands.
The dress is the most conservative dress I own, with a white collar at the throat, full sleeves, pleated at the waist, and goes below the knees, but under it, I’m wearing my sexiest lacy red bra that lifts me to a lovely double pillow, red lacy panties that slice between my cheeks. And soft, sheer, nude stockings with my practical, short, dark blue pumps.
My dark hair is gently pulled back into a soft bun with tendrils framing my face.
It’s Sunday, and I’m going to church. I’m not Christian, not in the slightest. I’m going because the new pastor is hot and I love to tease him with flirty glances. But more than that, I love telling him all about my sins. He has started meeting with church members privately so they can confide in him and he can guide them toward a better relationship with the Lord.
Sometimes I think there must be a Demon inside of me for the wicked things I do. Today I have the most delicious story to tell him that I did this week. It will be the fourth time I’ve visited his back room. The first time I watched as heat bloomed over his face, though he kept it expressionless, as I told him such horribly naughty things I had done at a sex shop.
That I had gone into the back room, at what they call a glory hole, and sucked a cock until it came.
The next Sunday, I had him twitching and unable to sit still as I told him I went to a club, found the largest, manliest man I could find, whispered into his ear, “Fuck me...please.” And that giant of a man took me back to the women’s restroom, pulled me inside, locked the door, pressed me against the wall, lifted my very short black skirt, stroked between my legs, making sure I was wet, which I thought was very kind of him.
Then I heard him unbuckle and pull himself out. I looked over my shoulder at it, and it was just what I was hoping for. It was long and thick. He pulled my ass toward him with his arm wrapped low around my belly, placed that big fat cock at my very wet hole, and slid in.
Oh my, it felt so good, it filled me completely. He then did something else I wasn’t expecting. I thought this big hunk of a man would be rough and fast, not worrying about my pleasure. But he reached around and slipped his fingers over my little nub and did magical things to it while he slowly moved in and out of me. That brute of a man made me cum before he pounded me, making me scream with more pleasure than I’ve ever had up to this point, until he filled me with his seed.
It was so hard for me to keep a straight face as I told this pastor what I had done and what I wanted forgiveness for. The look on his face... He looked like he might cum in his pants.
The third time was last Sunday. I wasn’t sure what I could come up with to top the previous confession, and then it hit me. I told him all about this cute couple that I had a crush on for months, and they had invited me over for dinner.
I was such a bad girl, I wore my short black skirt, with my black stockings and no panties. My top barely covered my breasts. What made me giddy with delight was that he wasn’t the only one checking out my breasts. I caught her licking her lips as she stared at them.
She then turned red when she caught me watching her. I just smiled, the most feral smile. Before I knew it, both of them were on me, she was wiggling under my skirt, and oh my, her mouth was Divine and her fingers even better. Her husband kissed me like he was dying of thirst. Then he was tracing over my lips and whispered, “I want to use that beautiful mouth of yours.”
I grinned at him and nodded. His cock wasn’t as impressive, but that was a good thing since I knew it would be easier to take him more fully. I worshiped his cock while his wife made me cum so many times. I was amazed at his stamina; most men cum fairly quickly with my mouth on them. I’m very talented. My continuous moans were what finally did him in, and he came as he truly fucked my mouth and throat.
I would have tried to reciprocate with his wife, but when he came, it was like a stop button had been pressed. They both kissed me deeply and sent me on my way.
This time, I noticed the pastor’s bulge in his pants, and when he noticed that I had noticed, he put his bible over it.
Today, though, I’m truly going to be wicked.
He saw me coming, and I saw him visibly swallow, pale, and bite his lip. I almost purred with delight. I think I just might have him today. I think he is ready for my wickedness.
I sat down on the small couch across from his overstuffed chair.
I smoothed my hands over my dress, covering my thighs, and crossed my legs, right over the left, then put my hands, folded in my lap. I’m sure I looked like the essence of purity, but we both knew better.
He swallowed hard again and then said, “How may I help you, child, what...” He hesitated, cleared his throat, and then continued. “Confessions do you have to tell me and the Lord today?”
“Oh, Pastor...” I looked down, acting like I was ashamed. I doubt he was fooled. “I went to another club, only this time I saw these two men, they looked like brothers, and I was so intrigued. They were both as cute as could be and looked so much alike. They caught me staring at them and motioned me over to their table. They bought me a drink, a fuzzy navel. Those are really good. They were just both so cute I couldn’t decide which one I liked more. Then the one on my right leaned in and whispered, “Have you ever had brothers before?”
I giggled. I couldn’t believe I giggled, but I whispered, “No, but I would love to experience that.”
This time, I noticed the Pastor had preemptively put the bible on his lap. I had to force myself not to grin.
“They took me back to their hotel as they were only in town for a visit. I’d never been with two men before, let alone brothers. I really didn’t know what to expect. One, the slightly taller one, pulls me to him as soon as we enter the room, and the other closes the door. Oh, the heat I felt filling my body. Then the other one pressed his body against my back and kissed along my neck and shoulder. I was beyond hot; I could feel myself sweating. Then both of their hands went between my thighs under my short skirt, and the one behind me chuckled because I wasn’t wearing panties.
“Oh, you were looking to have some fun, weren’t you?”
I moaned as his fingers went into my dripping cunt, and then he did something unexpected, he began massaging my dark little hole as the taller one’s fingers played with my clit and dripping hole. It was the most fabulous feeling, overwhelming in a good way. Took me right out of my head.
Then they were moving me to the bed, got out some lube, and quickly took their clothes off. I slipped my skirt and blouse off, but I left my lacy bra on. The taller one lay down on the bed in the middle and pulled me down onto him. I hovered over his lovely cock, it was slimmer, but nice and long. I moved down over him, loving the feel of it, and the other one crawled up behind me, put his hand on my back, and gently pushed me forward until my head was on the taller one’s chest.
The one behind me lubed my tiny hole, and for a moment, I was a little scared because I hadn’t done that before. But the one I was on top of, he took my face and started kissing me. I melted into him, and his brother worked my tiny hole with his fingers. It was a little uncomfortable, but soon started to feel good, and when I moaned, he switched his fingers out for something much larger for that tiny hole.
He really knew what he was doing. I was sure they had done this before. He went so slow, holding it each time he moved in a bit until I began to wiggle, then he would push it in some more. His brother was still kissing me, and I felt like I was going to fly apart into the ether because everything felt so consuming. Then he was all the way in, and I was so tight between them, so tight inside of me.
That was when they began to move. The one below me held my hips firmly in his hands, raising me up just enough that they could move in and out of me fluidly. One would push in as the other pulled almost out, and when they found their rhythm, oh, it was sweet fire building in me.
Those boys, they had stamina; they didn’t come right away with such intense feelings going on, no, they kept going, and it wasn’t long before I was crying out with pleasure. And they kept going, I lost count of how many orgasms I had. When they finally finished, they took me to the shower, cleaned me up, and then began again. They went all night, until I passed out from exhaustion.
The next morning, I woke up, and they and their things were gone. with a sweet note on the side table, ‘Thanks for allowing us to pleasure you, we very much enjoyed it.”
I looked up at him and saw beads of sweat on his brow, his breathing was unsteady, and his fingers were digging into the arm of the chair. He hadn’t said anything. Just sat there unmoving except for his chest, with his unsteady breathing. He was so close. I slowly got up, and his eyes darted to my face.
“Shhhhh, it’s alright, Pastor, I can help you with that. Let me help you with that.”
I kneel down in front of him and gently pick up the book off his lap, and the bulge is so tight against his pants. I look up at him, and he’s looking down at me, biting his bottom lip.
“It’s alright...” I whisper, afraid to startle him. My hands move slowly to his buckle, and he twitches. “Shhhhh, it’s okay, let me help you.”
He doesn’t move his hands, fingers digging into the upholstered arms of the chair. I very slowly open the belt, slide the zipper down, pull the elastic toward me of his boxers, and his cock is peaking out. I reach in, and he groans as my fingers make contact.
I look up, and he’s watching me. I pull him out and lean in, flicking my tongue over the tip. a deep moan moves through him, and I take him fully in my mouth and begin sliding up and down over him. I wish I had full access, but I know he could get scared and stop this, and I so wanted to continue.
I went slowly, moving him deeper into my mouth and throat each time until I finally feel his fingers and hands moving over my hair, pulling it out of the bun. I moan, letting him know I like that, and they rest down on my head, not pushing, just along for the ride. I start moving faster now, my saliva coating him, and I can taste his precum.
I suck the tip so hard when I come up, and a strangled sound comes out of him. I keep going, shoving down, making him go deep in my throat now, and the moans coming out of him are rumbling out of him. I start using a little teeth, and he surprises me with a guttural moan and begins shoving my head, taking control, thrusting up over and over, even though I am using teeth on him, and my heart couldn’t be happier. He is kinky too. It didn’t take long after I started using teeth.
He gave one last thrust, holding my head tightly to him. I felt his cock bulge and his thick strands shoot to the back of my throat, and he pulled out just a little so I could swallow, and I sucked him harder as I milked the last out of him. When he was done, I didn’t move right away. I held his softening cock in my mouth, and he began to pet my hair.
“I...I think...to keep you from unsafe behavior... You should come to me....instead.” He was out of breath and a bit shaky. I grinned around his cock. I’m so wicked.
The second part, read it now…
Thank you for reading this wickedly fun piece. I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know if you would like to see more of her wickedness and how she gets the pastor to do exactly what she wants.
Love from the Dungeon,
Dragon Ezme
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Wow, that was sinfully good 😈 The buildup, the teasing, and that ending...
Delightful stuff! 🛐