Hidden Wishes – Non-Fiction

Hidden Wishes

Almost all your life you have lived staying on the surface of things, moving with the right movement of the summer breeze, which is not enough to breathe. Living in the suffocating slowness of time of what is right in God’s eyes, you have grown halfway there.

Until one day a short time ago the awakening happened, as you said yourself. I whispered to you things that awakened your bound soul which has so long been tormenting your body deprived of the pleasure of sin.

The first time we were together in the endless distance you felt, in spite of everything, how my hand was reaching under your skirt and touching the fiber of your lace panties.You screamed as my warm fingers searched for your moisture, slipping through your opening until they found the exact spot where the storm inside you was germinating.  Suddenly you found that your hips had a life of their own, and were searching for that prelude to orgasm.

And you unleashed your soul as you looked into me. For the first time you saw yourself in reality, freed from the fear of sin, and discovered that purity no longer mattered to you, because what you have always wanted is to ride the waves in the midst of the storm, to live a life free of prejudice in which the only thing that defines us, that is worthwhile, that gives meaning to the word “life”, is the capacity to feel, to desire.

Desire, pleasure. Like the one you feel when I suck your nipples inside my mouth and you arch your back to feed me more and more, while I pierce them with my teeth, and then gently lick your aureoles with the tip of my tongue. Your breath becomes heavy and your gaze then shows me the truth of your awakening. You have let out the dirty little slut that you have always carried within you.

And nothing else matters anymore.God is definitely behind you with every blasphemy that your lips now utter every day, with the pleasure you experience in feeling like a bitch to me.

“Fuck the bastard god” I whisper in your ear.

“Fuck the bastard god,” you recognize immediately. You’re close to your orgasm, and you can’t think. You’ve just been born again, and I really like the beautiful new creature I see. I’m going to keep corrupting you until all that modesty of the Catholic girl you were is just a distant, blurred memory.