Sierra Simone

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?

God, I wanted to marry this woman or collar her or cage her; I wanted to own her, make her, take her

“Show me,” I ordered.
“What?”
“Lie down on this floor, spread your legs and show me what it looks like when you fuck yourself thinking of me.”

stopped seeing a lost lamb in need of a shepherd.
I saw only a woman in need—ripe, delicious need.

The only meeting that was about to happen was between my hand and my dick.

And instead of seeing her as a lamb in need of guidance, I had been unable to fixate on anything other than her mouth while we were talking.