Listen from outside

With trepidation and imagining what would happen to me if Mother Superior were to be alerted to my presence, I attempted to eavesdrop on the situation inside the office. It was not too hard to find out exactly what was going on due to the alternating begging and moaning coming from what I surmised to be Sister Trinity.

Imagine her hand colliding against the beautiful, innocent skin of the sister's sweet buttocks... So close to the forbidden fruit you want so desperately to taste. The old hag is jealous. She decays. Meanwhile, you and your sisters are like flowers blossoming, opening up to a world full of delicious possibilities.

I pitied Trinity, but the situation was just so naughty that my thighs became almost instantly wet with my juices. I needed relief, and quickly.

Once back in my refuge, which now seemed to me like a den of sin, I got naked, anxious to feel the rapture deep in my loins. Or, to put it another way, it was an excuse to take advantage of the weakness of the flesh and in that way earn further punishments from the Lord for my lust.

After an enormously enjoyable session of caresses sponsored by the book of Revelation, I let my body fall, exhausted, onto my cot. Despite just having pleasured myself, every orgasm I had only calmed my desires for a brief period before my mind was invaded by the infinite and pleasurable possibilities outside my room.

Alas, though the mind was willing, the body was not. It had been a long day. I kissed the rosary that Father Martín had gifted me, took it off my neck and put it by my bedside before falling asleep. On the verge of tears, I fell asleep hoping for my salvation.