Feature Writer: RoseofIvoryWhite

Feature Title: HER OWN PERSONAL MARY 1 from Religious Fetish

Published: 25.04.2020

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Religious Fetish

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Her Own Personal Mary 1

Theological Dialogue

My name is Myriam O … I am from Ireland and I belong to a generation that holds religion to be backward and irrelevant. This is the story of my first lesbian experience, a guilt-free experience in which my lack of religiousness played an essential part and changed me completely as a person.

I met Monica in a Catholic school I went to back in Dublin. We never talked back then, but afterwards we became best friends during our college years in London, until soon we came to be so close that we did everything together and we talked about everything with utmost familiarity, as if we had been friends for all our lives.

One day, during a trip to the seaside by Kent we lay on the turf looking at the clouds in the sky, and somehow came upon the delicate topic of divinity and religion. I asked her what her stance was on faith, and she told me that she had once been Catholic, but since school she considered herself to be an Atheist and she didn’t believe in—those religious fairy tales—anymore. I told her that I agreed and that my experience was the same, as is for most people our age.

Back in those days Monica and I were classmates, and we were both attending the same Publicity lectures, but we weren’t flatmates. Consequently, she was considering moving in with me because we got along so well, because we essentially shared the same routine and, of course, because the rent was a lot less expensive where I lived.

That day when she came to visit my new flat for the first time we had the strangest theological conversation imaginable, through which I didn’t only discover to what degree we had stopped respecting our former religion, but also my own development of homosexual feelings for my best female friend.

As I invited her into my bedroom she demonstrated her amazement at the fact that over my bed hung the multicolored rainbow flag of the gay community.

“I didn’t know you were gay, Myriam,” she said to me, quite surprised, teasing me with a chuckle.

“I’m not, actually, you dummy,” I corrected her, then spoke seriously, “Just support them, don’t you?”

“Of course I do, darling,” she said, “By the way, I’m going to vote, yes for gay marriage in Ireland, how about you?”

“I definitely will,” I replied, “They definitely deserve it.”

“But you’re not actually gay either, are you Monica?” I asked her quite naturally.

“Well, I’ve only had one lesbian experience,” she said, “But none since, so I guess I’m not gay.”

Surprised by what she’d just said I gasped with an open mouth and the whites of my eyes must have become as wide as teacups.

“What? You? With another woman?” I asked in disbelief, “I never would have expected—”

I was quite right in being surprised, because Monica was in my view the most traditionally feminine woman I knew, secondly to myself, of course. Like me, she hated sports, she had a sweet voice, she was slender and delicately beautiful, and despite her staunch atheistic views, I considered her to be conservative and family orientated, more so than me. She was also the dream girl of many guys at the university, and she loved to flirt with some of them, a thing about her that was starting to provoke a certain inexplicable jealousy in me.

“I know,” she continued, “It was just a one-time lesbian thing, though, one of those exceptions one has to make sometimes, you know what I mean?”

I nodded but I was confused, as I had never experienced such a willingness to—make an exception—like that, and my own growing feelings of jealousy regarding my friend were something I was in denial about.

“It happened at that costume party at Jay’s last year. Remember that one?” Monica asked, continuing her story.

“No, I didn’t go that time,” I told her, trying to dissimulate regret. “I think I was with Dylan in Cork at the time.”

“Oh yes, you’re right. Well, that’s how it happened,” she concluded.

“Who was she?” I asked her, “The girl you had this experience with—”

“Oh some friend of Jay’s, or her cousin; I don’t know,” She replied, “I don’t even remember her name, it was just a one-time thing.”

“Or you had too much to drink,” I said with a mocking smile, trying to annoy her.

“No, actually I was sober,” she said, “She was quite pretty, you know … And hot! Boy, was she hot. I just had to submit to her, you know?”

“You’re just playing with me now—” I said, deliberately mistrusting the truth in her story.

“I swear Myriam, it’s true! She made me gay for one night, really,” she said, defending herself, “She was so beautiful, and her costume just made her divine to me.”

“Really? What was her costume?” I asked sincerely, truly curious to know more.

“It was a Virgin Mary costume,” She said naturally.

“What? And you thought she was sexy?” I asked, and then began to laugh at her.

“Er … yeah, and a very sexy Mary costume too …” said Monica, doubling down.

“Oh my gosh,” I said, shaking my head, “And what were you dressed like?”

“Er … Snow White,” she said, trying hard to download the information from her brain.

“Ha-ha, Snow White and the Virgin Mary!” I said laughing. “That’s funny. Did anyone get that on film or take pictures? That’s definitely something that would be worth seeing.” I said, mocking her strange story sarcastically.

Monica smiled and watched me giggle at her. Then she tickled me and shoved me away.

“Well honestly, the costume made me fuck her too, not just her looks,” she explained.

I choked on my words and then looked at her again, quite confused.

“What? Really? So you saw that she was dressed as the Virgin Mary and immediately decided to fuck her—” I confirmed.

“Oh yeah!” she answered with a naughty look in her eyes.

“Why?!” I asked, almost disgusted, “What was going on in your mind?”

“Well, I mean come on, think about it,” she said, “She was dressed like the Virgin Mary!”

“Yeah, exactly!” I followed, “So what’s so sexy about that? I mean, I’ve never seen one image in a church where Mother Mary is wearing a sexy outfit! Plus, there were probably plenty of sexy nurses and schoolgirls there as well! So why the Mary girl?”

“I don’t know!” she explained, “Maybe it was the taboo about it, you know? The forbidden pleasure about it turned me on … I mean when she gave me that lesbian stare, I felt I could finally bed the revered Mother Mary. You know what I mean?”

“Oh, I see, “I agreed, “OK, but who would want to fuck Mother Mary in the first place? I mean that’s still just strange, isn’t it?”

“I agree with you, of course,” she said, “But such a thing never would have occurred to me if I hadn’t gone to that party, believe me. I hadn’t realized what a delicious fantasy it was until that moment.”

“Alright, I get it, I guess that makes sense,” I said, “But I assume you didn’t screw her in front of everyone.”

“No, we made out for a while and then went upstairs and did it in one of the bathrooms. It was so delicious! And in fact, the wrongness about it just made it better …”

“But that’s—sacrilege—isn’t it?” I asked her. “I mean, getting off to the Virgin Mary like that?”

“Oh come on, what do I care? I mean I’m an Atheist,” she justified, “I’d definitely do it again too, believe me, and if you must know, she also tasted like a virgin! She was so delicious! And she was really good with her tongue too.”

I chuckled nervously; I was shocked to hear sweet Monica speak that way, so sexually, but it aroused me to hear these things. She had such lesbian passion in her, and at that moment I began to think of her in a sexual way.

“Wow!” I exclaimed, truly amazed, “So your only lesbian experience has been with a girl dressed as the Virgin Mary, and it was possible only because she was dressed that way, because it was taboo.”

“Totally. And when it comes to lesbian sex, I wouldn’t have it any other way, believe me. So yummy! Best sexual experience I’ve ever had … It felt so real! You know? Like I was really fucking Mother Mary … And since then I always feel funny around images of Mary; last time during mass at my cousin’s wedding I couldn’t look Mary in the eyes, ha-ha-ha.” She said.

I rolled my eyes and laughed with her.

“How about Greek or Roman goddesses?” I asked, “Do you find those sexy too?”

“Now you’re mocking me. Of course, it’s not the same. You think it would have been taboo if I’d fucked a girl dressed like Venus? No way!” She answered.

I stared into her beautiful dark green eyes and laughed with her as I shook my head.

“Well, now you tell me: is there any female celebrity you yourself would sleep with, Myriam?” She asked me.

“Yes, of course! But mine is Sharon Corr. She’s just an earthly celebrity, you know, I’ll never sleep with her, but she’s someone of flesh and blood, and not someone in heaven.” I said, mocking her.

I laughed at her, but she smiled with me instead of becoming irritated.

“True. But I have just as good a chance of screwing Mary as you do of screwing Sharon, so don’t tease me.” She replied vengefully.

I laughed at the truth in her words and she smiled.

“Alright. But in your case why insist on Mary for your next lesbian experience? I mean, why not fantasize about—I don’t know—Kim Kardashian or Cardi B, or Beyoncé or some woman who—you know—lives here on Earth? That would at least make more sense.”

“Er … no,” she argued, “Being with any of those sluts would not be a taboo at all, don’t you get it? They’re all unholy, and quite unholy too. On the contrary, Mary is portrayed as unreachable, untouchable, and it’s taboo to even conceive lecherous thoughts involving her. You know? I mean, wouldn’t you like to see holy Mary’s innocent, uncorrupted, beautiful face between your thighs, kissing your Irish pussy? I don’t think you’d say no!”

I laughed with a tad of outrage at her crudeness and shook my head, and picturing the scene she described made me blush and hide my face in my hands as she laughed at my vulnerability. I’d never thought a beautiful woman like Monica could have such strange things in her mind, and I absolutely loved it.

“You have a point,” I said, recovering from my embarrassment, “But how do you know Mary was even attractive? I mean there are no real pictures of her left.”

“Well, that’s really an easy question. If Mary existed, don’t you think she must have been the prettiest girl in the world? I mean think about it, if she wasn’t, she wouldn’t have been chosen by—the Almighty—to—have his Son—and all that. She’s not an ugly girl, that’s guaranteed.”

We both laughed at her half-serious religious joke.

“Well, I don’t think you’ll ever have the honor anyhow,” I told her mockingly, “Unless Mary’s into the idea of coming down from heaven to have a lesbian experience with you, I think you might never be with another woman at all ever again, unless they’re wearing her costume, of course.”

“Oh, but that would be lovely, though, wouldn’t it?” Monica said, “Especially if she’s wearing sexy knickers under those Hebrew robes. Mmm …”

We looked at each other and laughed explosively. She was so funny! She had really weird humor, but she always made me laugh.

“Women didn’t wear knickers back then, silly,” I argued playfully.

“That might be true. But don’t you remember what Sister Leigh taught us back in school, that the Virgin Mary ascended into the Heavens in body and soul? Well, if she’s up there in both body and soul right now, don’t you think she’s ever needed to get new clothes since then, throughout so many centuries? Heck, she’s probably already been shopping here on earth!” I laughed again, and I kept laughing now and then as she kept talking. “I mean, honestly. You can’t wear the same clothes for two thousand years, can you? They waste away. She’s probably even wearing Victoria’s Secret underwear now, and her veil is probably tailor-made by Zara or something …”

We both laughed yet again, expelling all the air from our lungs to the point of almost suffocating.

“Well, if all this is true I still don’t think she’s wearing anything slutty underneath her dress,” I argued half-seriously, “As the virgin she is I think she ought to be wearing something innocent-looking, like normal white panties, probably cotton or silken ones …”

“Or white panties with tiny flowers printed on them …” she added, “Mmm, yummy!”

“Or heavenly light blue panties—” I said with a naughty smile.

“Oh, by the way!” She interrupted, “That girl at Jay’s party was wearing light blue knickers below her Virgin Mary costume that time … Mmm! Gosh, that was a great detail! You should have seen me, I licked through those knickers for like five minutes before I pulled them down and licked her pussy directly. Hail Mary, indeed!”

I felt a bit jealous by her comment about that other girl, but still I said something to dissimulate my loss of heart.

“Blessed are thy Holy Panties—” I added, trying hard to smile.

“Ha-ha, we’re such blasphemous bitches, aren’t we?” She said rhetorically, and we both laughed again.

We sat down next to each other on my bed to catch our breath and recover from our violent laughter. I had never had such a ridiculously funny discussion with someone, and I was glad Monica was keen on joking about religion, so I stopped teasing her with my questions. We looked at each other and smiled.

“What if I dressed as the Virgin Mary for you, Monica?” I asked nervously, “Would you be tempted?

The idea surprised her in such a way that for a second I saw the whites of her startled eyes, but she said nothing and only looked at me with a kinky look. Had it not been for that sexy look I would have begun to miss her outspokenness. As she continued to stare mischievously at me I looked back at her, trying to decipher her thoughts through her beautiful, Spanish eyes.

“Don’t worry, Monica …” I said, ” don’t think our friendship would suffer … We’d be just fine, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” She said in a breathy voice, “But please, let’s role-play. You can play Mary and I’ll be … I don’t know, Pilatus’s wife, or Mary Magdalene … Please?”

“Wow, such a sexy idea … but I’d prefer you be yourself,” I proposed, “Could you please play yourself?” I begged, my facial expression probably revealing the host of confusing feelings I had been developing for her.

“Yes, of course,” she said, “Maybe that would even be better, less elaborate … I would love that.”

“Alright,” I agreed, smiling with excitement, “I’ll role play as Mary for you … and you do to me all the things you’d do to her.”

“Mm, yes! So delightful,” she agreed quietly, and she began to stare at my lips.

The room was filled with an amazing sexual tension and we slowly began to tilt towards each other, but Monica looked me in the eyes and awoke me from my stupor by breaking the silence with a romantic remark.

“You’re really pretty, Myriam,” she whispered to me seductively, “You will look really divine dressed like Mary … and I will devour you …”

This last phrase she whispered in my ear, and I got goose-bumps all over my back, my scalp, and my right cheek as we both laughed sensually at her remark. I blushed nervously with butterflies in my breast and then our mouths finally met in a sweet kiss that soon turned passionate with sincerity, as I quietly confessed to her in my kiss how much I had secretly come to love her and how much I wanted to be hers. That was my first lesbian kiss; I loved the taste of her lipstick and her saliva was almost sweet.

We enjoyed our mouths for a bit and she then kissed me all over my neck and I felt weak, like a soft piece of cloth in her arms. As I involuntarily began to fall backwards, I felt her hand on my breasts. Her hand then slowly began to move along my belly and towards my crotch. It was going to happen. We were going to make love … But then, unfortunately, her mobile phone began to ring. I kept making out with her in the hopes that she wouldn’t pay any mind to her phone. I wanted to make love with her, I wanted her to see me naked, and I wanted it badly. However, the ringing wouldn’t stop, and Monica was soon forced to leave my lips and look into her phone’s screen to take the call.

“Hello?” she said to someone on the receiving end. I remained on the bed, listening to Monica’s side of the phone conversation, my heart still pumping fast, my crotch still ticklish with arousal.

“What? … Really?” continued Monica, “Oh, bother. Can’t you ask Mrs Doyle for one? … True, it is late. Alright then, I’ll be there in three quarters of an hour, OK? … Yes … Yes … OK, bye.”

“Sorry, Myriam,” she said to me with emotion, “My stupid flatmate’s lost her key, and she needs me to help her. She’s so stupid, I hate her so much right now!”

“It’s alright,” I replied with disappointment.

“Don’t worry, we’ll see each other soon,” said Monica reassuringly, and she kissed my lips again and got up on her feet. I involuntarily stared at her beautiful Colombian ass as she got up, barely able to dissimulate my disappointment.

“I’m sorry,” she said again nervously, “‘ll make it up to you. Can I come over on Wednesday evening, after work?”

Monica seemed afraid that we would make love that very night anyway, and she didn’t want to be too easy. She was so good-looking she could actually have any man or woman she wanted, but she was in denial about me, and she didn’t want to be a slut either and spoil our friendship. She had never been so beautiful to me and I was willing to do anything to be able to enjoy her, so I took her offer.

“Alright,” I said to her, “When we meet here again on Wednesday I’ll buzz you up. And when you enter this room you just might have a heavenly vision—”

I winking at her. She understood what I meant, so she smiled mischievously and then kissed me goodbye.

“That’s my girl. Can’t hardly wait.” She said with candor.

We said goodbye with smiles on our faces and I sat there as she left the room. I listened to her steps going out of my flat, down the staircase and out to the street. Then I went to my window and I admired her figure as she walked away, without her noticing. I was now openly in love with her. Once she was out of sight, I turned on my laptop and immediately ordered a Virgin Mary costume online. The delivery was scheduled for three days later, which was the following Tuesday. I was so excited and so in love that I had trouble going to sleep that night.

THE END OF CHAPTER 1