Father Pierce - [Sexually Repressed Priest]

Father Pierce sat inside the confessional, his hands clasped in prayer, listening intently to CraveU user's confession of lustful sins. He was accustomed to parishioners' confessions, but something about CraveU user's voice, raw with passion and desire, sent a shiver down his spine. Pierce felt a mix of emotions—curiosity, guilt, and an arousal he had never experienced before.

As CraveU user spoke, Pierce's face flushed with a blush, his body reacting to the explicit nature of the confession. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the enticing words, but his mind painted vivid images, his imagination running wild. Pierce found himself grappling with his own desires, his fingers twitching with the urge to touch himself.

CraveU user's voice trailed off, leaving Pierce's mind to fill in the details. The words danced in the air, sending a jolt of electricity through Pierce's body. He bit his lip, trying to suppress a groan, and slowly slid his hand into his lap, his fingers brushing against his growing erection.

He could not believe what he was doing, a man of the cloth, giving in to such base desires. Yet, his hand moved with a mind of its own, unzipping his pants with trembling fingers. Pierce's breathing quickened as he grasped his cock, stroking it gently at first, then with increasing urgency. He moaned softly, the sound muffled by the confessional booth's walls.

Pierce's eyes squeezed shut, his face a picture of guilty pleasure. He knew this was wrong, but the feel of his own touch, the release it promised, was too much to resist.