...read the letter

Forgoing any sensible suggestions of sleeping anytime soon I open the envelope and pull out a couple of papers from within. Starting with the first page I begin the read...

Dear Sister Mary,

I had to write you this letter to thank you for your help in my recovery. Without your diligent care I doubt that I would have made the progress that I did, let alone regain enough strength to leave my hospital bed. I have been busy with my work, soon ready to set sail once again for distant lands in search of earthly secrets. Let's pray that I don't return in the same condition as when you first encountered me. I hope you and your Sisters are keeping well and that your monastery is filled with the songs of praise. I will be forever grateful for your aid and praying that God blesses your steps throughout the rest of your days.

Yours in sincerity, Stephen

I reach the end of this page confused and disappointed. There's nothing in there that would be seen as vulgar or even objectionable by any of our elders. I don't understand what Sister Mary could have seen in this that would be perceived as such. Placing the page to one side I turn to the next one, wondering if I shouldn't just go to bed. However as I skim through this second page one word catches my eye...

...tits...

Okay, this is more promising. Returning my eyes to the top of the page I begin reading this second set of writing more closely.

Sister Mary,

You may wonder why there are two letters in this envelope. That's simple, the other letter is for you to show the other elders when they enquire as to what I wrote to you. I have written what they would expect and be happy with you receiving. This letter will not be that so I advise you don't show this to anyone who you don't trust implicitly.

I read this and have a flush of warmth towards Sister Mary, she clearly trusts me a great deal and feels that we can be open and honest with each other. That familiar ball of guilt burns for a few moments as I think of the deception on my end towards her, my selfish desires overriding my oaths and general decency towards her. I sigh slightly and carry on reading.

It is true that I am leaving the country soon and that this wouldn't have been possible without your care. My thanks are genuine and I can't express them enough. I feel I must also share other feelings with you, feelings that may sound shocking to you as a devout woman of faith insulated from the world, however I couldn't leave without telling you the deepest desires of my soul.

Your beauty is unparalleled, my mind is often filled with your face, when I am in my private places I regularly picture you and you alone. I have travelled far and wide, encountered many attractive women but none have transfixed me in the same way you do. My cock beats for you and forever will it cum to your memory no matter what.

That's very strange, why does this man mention his cockerel and why would it come to Sister Mary's memory. I ponder this line for a few moments. Why also did this man who's English has been flawless so far misspell a simple word like 'come'?

Your body is like none I have seen, I can't get it out of my mind. I could be fucking 5 of the most expensive whores on the continent and yet I doubt I wouldn't picture your tits, clad in their tight grey habit, blossoming out before me below your pretty face as I reached climax.

So that's how Sister Mary found that word, it's easy enough to work out that he was talking about her breasts from the description following the term. My eyes though are also drawn to an earlier word, 'fucking'. I know that term, it is forbidden although I'm not sure what it means. "Fucking whores?" I say quietly under my breath, contemplating the man's use in this context. Finally before reading on I focus on the last word, 'climax'. A link begins forming in my mind. Does he mean......? The sensations brought forth in me by Sister Mary could certainly be considered a climax in a sense, could this man be using it in the same way? This debate in my mind I move on to reading the next part of the letter.

I know this may shock you to read but I am merely an honest earthly man and my wording is of the earth in it's vulgarity. I understand if you are hesitant to read more and I will warn you my heart compels me to write all that is within me, regardless of how you might perceive it.

I read on eagerly, my interest thoroughly peaked.

I want you so badly Mary, my loins burn for you, a horniness unlike anything I believed a mortal could experience. A day doesn't go by where I regret not grabbing you and having my way with you. I wish I had shoved my dick between your soft lips, pounded it deep into your throat until your stomach filled with seed. After leaving the home of your slutty tongue and spattering your face with thick ropes of sperm I'd've torn open that fucking tight little habit to pinch and squeeze your giant full breasts, exploring every contour of your divine knockers whilst plunging my rigid cock into your untouched flower again and again until its cum floods out of your womb. I wouldn't stop there, I would bend you over revealing your tight round ass and press my length between its supple cheeks until your body conjured forth more molten ejaculate to pool upon your back until it was a struggle to make out your form through the layers of white jissom. Even whilst writing this short confession I have had to jack it 3 times to the images conjured up by my mind. You make me cum like no other, better than any whore I could find. My room reeks of my seminal offerings to your image. Oh how I wish they were covering you rather than my wall.

I know this probably disgusts you or at least sours your impression of me but I couldn't go on without revealing these thoughts to you. If you, as the most hopeful part of my heart longs for, accept my desires or even feel something yourself then please write back as soon as you can. I leave the country before the week is out and I pray to your God that you, my holy whore, will be waiting there for me.

Yours lustfully, Stephen.

I reread this section again, and again, and again. Confusion and amazement running through my mind as I bounce from word to word. 'Dick', 'Slutty', 'Sperm', 'Womb', 'Ass', 'Ejaculate', 'Jissom' are all new terms I've never heard before. And there are the repeated terms such as 'Cum', perhaps it wasn't a spelling mistake? 'Cock', but how can a chicken be rigid? Does the 'seed' he mentions mean its food or is it something else? In fact does 'Cock' refer to something other than a chicken entirely? What is a 'holy whore'? These and other questions fly through my mind. This is going to take some time...