In Tatters

I knelt at His feet in the utter mess I’d made. My struggle to succeed was stark. No one had ever seen me so disheveled…in such embarrassing circumstances. As He cleaned me up for the second time two minutes, I looked up to meet His steady gaze and tried to gauge his reaction. Disgust at another disastrous, completely unimpressive act of service? Frustrated at my inability to get it together? Sadistically amused at another ridiculous unglamorous predicament I’d once again found myself in? I knew he was taking in every fucking minute detail of the wreck before Him and squirreling it away in the vault of His mind, but what did He feel? His stoic expression offered me no hint. Without comment He stood firm in front of me. Fuckin unwavering. He hadn’t walked away. He hadn’t stepped back. I swear He may have even leaned in. As soon as I’d semi-collected myself, I began my third attempt even as I tried in vain to push the remaining proof of my ineptitude out of view, hoping it would simply

Sunday Service

Come to church.
Join me in our reverent blessings
As your hands skim the curves of my soft heated flesh.

Nuzzle your lips against my ripe nipples.
And slide your firm fingers between the open gate of my thighs.
Feel the serenity that awaits your pulsing hard dick.

Our sacred ritual begins.
Hands, lips, and tongues dance across wanton skin.
A tangled testimony of need and desire.

I kneel and lower my body in surrender.
Across our plush alter of sheets and bedding.
And raise my ass to offer you entrance to paradise.

Sink into the warm sanctuary of my wet welcoming cunt.
Our salvation nears with each thrust of your bulging head into my tight womb.
Slick passage strokes the spiritual fires within us.

The power of our passion.
Raises us toward the sacred.
And together we sing loud our hedonistic hymns. 

Of thankful sighs.
Rejoicing grunts.
And groans of wicked homily.

With reverent prayers.
We cum together in convulsive bliss.
A mutual hot baptism baths our spent bodies.

We utter whispered thanks.
To our holy union born of raw unrestrained lust and erotic ecstasy. 
And gratefully close Our Sunday Service.
~DominaKat

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