1. Angela's Adventures by loyalsock


    Date: 5/23/2017, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Masturbation, Taboo, Author: loyalsock, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Angela sat on her bed and touched herself. Her fingers flew across her clit with a desperate urgency and her entire body convulsed as she reached her climax. With a sigh and a shudder she stood pulling her robe down over her perfectly toned pale body, and grabbing her habit off of the small inn table and pulled it on over her gorgeous smooth blond hair. She checked in her tiny mirror for hair sticking out and pursed her lips. Then she crossed herself and sent a prayer for forgiveness to God, for vanity and self pleasure. She made these prayers to often, but she firmly believed that He would forgive her, after all it wasn't exactly a sin to pleasure yourself. After repeatedly reading the Bible she found no evidence of it being a sin. God frowned on men doing it, but hadn't given any instructions to women. Angela walked out of her chamber and headed towards the breakfast table. She watched the other nuns file in, and hated her mind for seeing the delicate shapes of their bodies through the robes. So desperately she wanted to be good and pure and clean, to help others, but her desires were so strong she could barely fight them off. She sat down and bowed her head for the morning prayer. It lasted almost ten minutes and then they ate. A simple breakfast that left her full but unsatisfied as she filed out for her morning chores. She smiled at the s****rs around her, not talking much but conveying a joy she wished she could feel. Her eyes met s****r Catherine across the table as ...
    they wiped them down. A jolt went through her and she blushed looking away. When she looked back up s****r Catherine was blushing as well and looking away. She would have to be more careful. The feeling she had should never be shown to her fellow nuns. It was hard for her to hide her feelings, her ultimate sin of Lust was her only real sin. The days were simple, chore after chore left no room for reflection, no room for her thoughts to roam...though they did anyway. Her mind never needed much leeway to lose focus, and as she dug in the garden or polished the silver, she fantasized. Great big fantasies, about perfect men with stunning cocks, and gorgeous women with breasts so ripe and firm and luscious. She hated herself for these thoughts, because when she was satisfied, and wasn't fantasizing, she could form such grand schemes. She had the knowledge in her head to better the world, but she couldn't get her mind off sex long enough to do anything about it. That is what brought her here. Ever since that fateful night of lust, that one night stand that changed her life, she had been fighting these impulses. It seemed almost demonic the way her mind always went back to his hair, his lips, his eyes. How her body ached for his touch, and how no touch had matched it. It had been barely any time at all since he had deflowered her. Yet it was like the life before that had no flavor, and he had brought spice in. She shook her head at the cliché and and followed the line of black clad ...
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