Sacred Desires

By Vivian Tease

"But, I don't want to stop," I whispered. "... Do you?"

Jessica, the epitome of innocence, embarks on a voyage of self-discovery upon turning eighteen. Gifted with carnal knowledge from a daring friend, her once-shielded eyes are finally opened to what she never knew she could have ... or who she could have.

Father Callahan, a pillar of virtue and trusted confidant, becomes the target of her newfound lust. It all builds until one fateful night, when a tearful confession leads into the ultimate sin, and together they surrender to their most base instincts, a first time for both of them.

 

Warning: This 15,400-word erotic romance story is intended for mature audiences only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vivian Tease
• Release date: Jun 30, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223817796

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Sacred Desires

by Vivian Tease

But, I don’t want to stop, I whispered. ... Do you?

Jessica, the epitome of innocence, embarks on a voyage of self-discovery upon turning eighteen. Gifted with carnal knowledge from a daring friend, her once-shielded eyes are finally opened to what she never knew she could have ... or who she could have.

Father Callahan, a pillar of virtue and trusted confidant, becomes the target of her newfound lust. It all builds until one fateful night, when a tearful confession leads into the ultimate sin, and together they surrender to their most base instincts, a first time for both of them.

Sacred Desires

by Vivian Tease

I open the bedroom door and walk through silently, feeling the metal of the doorknob against my fingertips and the soft carpet beneath my feet. My entire body feels alive; every nerve is aware of everything happening around me. It’s as if I’ve been asleep my entire life, and I’m only just now waking up.

I’m Jessica, an 18-year-old good Christian girl, and tonight I just committed the most sinful act.

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I’d never thought things would go this far a few months ago. When I was a little girl and I was just discovering myself, I can remember, when I was really young, touching myself in a way that felt good. In a way I couldn’t describe. I used to love going for rides on my bike, or feeling the rumblings of the bus engine on the way to school in the mornings.

One fateful day at my Christian summer camp, Father Callahan assigned me horseback riding—a first-time experience despite attending the camp for years. I recall getting dressed in the gear, being assisted onto the saddle, and instantly realizing there was something special about this animal. Sitting with my legs draped on either side, I felt a connection with him unlike anything else. The sheer size of him, the way his muscles flexed beneath his dark, shiny coat. When I began riding, he elicited incredible feelings in me.

At first it was something I was used to — just small bumps would regularly give me a thrill or send a shiver up my spine. But when he started moving a bit faster, the space between my legs began to feel better and better. My vision started going blurry; I could feel my heart beating faster in my chest, and my fingertips were starting to tingle.

When I had finished going around the pasture and came back to camp, I could see from Father Callahan’s face that I had done something wrong. He was looking at me with deep concern, and as I hastily tried to wipe the sweat from my face I acted like it was the mildly sunny day that was making me hot all over. He told me to come down from the horse immediately and I did, although I could feel a part of me being torn as I dismounted.

Even though I had been scheduled to have two more laps around the pasture, he told the horse wrangler that I wasn’t feeling well and that I had to go back to my bunk. I reluctantly took off the gear and gave it back to the woman, so ashamed of myself that I couldn’t look her in the eye. I didn’t even want to say goodbye to the horse because I knew that if I did then I would start crying. The walk back to my bunk found me filled with a terrible shame that I will never forget.

A few days later, Father Callahan called me into his office. When I got there, I was surprised to see my parents there waiting for me. Father Callahan was sitting behind his desk, his fingers interlaced in front of him, resting on his desk, while my parents stood. I felt my heart plummet in my chest and knew almost immediately what this was going to be about. But still, part of me held out hope.

I remember he had a couch in his office, up against the near wall. I guess it was meant to make the space feel more like home. He told me to sit down on it and I did. My parents sat down on either side of me. I was staring at the ground so I couldn’t see their expressions, but I could feel them; I thought I was going to drown under the suffocation of their scrutiny. My mother spoke first.

Jessica, she began, Your father and I want to talk to you about something. Something very important.

Instinctively, I glanced up at Father Callahan. He stared at me, his face impassive, but I felt like his eyes were seeing more than just my body. Like he was