Added 2023-01-04 03:45:13 +0000 UTC
You were glad Sister Anne gave you a room of your own. It was a privilege, earned by demonstrating your devotion. It was supposed to make your studies easier, so you could truly serve the Lord at your best. The other girls are sweet, of course, but sharing a room with them made focusing on scripture difficult, and certainly wouldn't have given you the privacy to do what you're doing now. You know you shouldn't be doing it, but it's almost become a craving at this point. You didn't know what to think when the item appeared on your bed, but you knew it was a sinful thing. It told you how to use it the first time you touched it. It spoke to you without words, as though it was communicating directly to your body. You had locked it away in your storage chest, but it kept popping up. Under the blankets, in the linin closet, on the rim of the washing tub. It was inescapable. And soon, you discovered all you had to do to make it appear was snap. You thought you should tell sister Anne, but you feared she would think you had done something to summon this sinful thing. Ignoring it started to fail you, as it called to your body. First, when curiosity peaked and your will faltered, you had put it to your lips, and pressed it inside. The reaction from your body was immediate, and unknown. A heated blush ran over your skin, and waves of euphoria took you as you slid it across your tongue. You managed to stop, and hide the thing away, but it was too late. The curiosity and craving had taken hold. It felt so good moving it in your mouth, it was only a matter of time until you needed to know how it felt deeper inside you. Now you take it, when the craving calls. Pressing it into your shaking body, desperately. The shame is quickly overwhelmed by pleasure, as you push and pull, feeling as if it's guiding your hand. You tense, and shudder, and moan, working to keep your voice in control. You hate to think what the others would do if they found you. But luckily, your ability to of anything but this pleasure is quickly leaving you.
