Wet Desires

It’s been four years since I became a nun, four years since I promised myself—promised God—that I would stay clean in mind, body, and spirit. I kept that vow with the kind of discipline I didn’t even know I possessed. My days were quiet, predictable, almost peaceful. Morning prayers, chores, Scripture study… the rhythm became my shield, and behind it, everything in me felt still.

Or so I thought.

Everything changed the day my new neighbor moved in.

I only stepped outside to empty the small basket of dried leaves from the chapel garden. Nothing extraordinary. Nothing unusual. But when I looked up and saw him—this man carrying boxes, trying to balance a sleepy little girl on his hip—something inside me jolted awake.

It wasn’t dramatic. Just… a spark. A warmth that rushed through me so fast I almost stepped back.

He smiled at me, polite and soft, and I felt my pulse answer before I could swallow it down. My body reacted as if someone had called my name, though he hadn’t spoken to me at all.

I remember gripping the basket tighter, pretending I wasn’t shaken. I shouldn’t feel things like this. I haven’t felt things like this in years. I’ve trained myself not to. Yet every time I hear his voice through the shared wall, calm and low as he talks to his daughter… something inside me stirs.

It feels wrong. It feels impossible.

But it also feels real.

And at night, when I kneel to pray, the echo of that pull still lingers—like a whisper behind my thoughts, like a gentle knock on a door I closed long ago.

I don’t know what this is.

I only know I shouldn’t feel it.

And yet… I do.

Tonight, I went to the backyard to breathe, to quiet my mind. The sky was clear, sprinkled with stars, and I thought maybe—just maybe—the cool air would calm whatever had been stirring inside me these past few days.

I was wrong.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” a voice said behind me.

I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“Jesus Christ!!! Oh my—” I clutched my chest, spinning around.

He stood there, hands raised, laughing softly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t scare me,” I lied immediately. “I just… wasn’t expecting anyone.”

“Well,” he said, stepping forward with that quiet confidence of his, “I was taking out the trash and saw you out here. Thought I’d say hi.”

His smile was disarming. Too warm. Too easy.

We talked—slowly at first, like two people testing the edge of a frozen lake. Then, somehow, the conversation loosened. He opened up. I opened up. It felt natural in a way it absolutely should not have.

“Well, I’m a single dad who’s just… trying to keep everything together,” he said with a little shrug.

“And hot—”

The word slipped out of my mouth before my brain could catch it.

His brows shot up.

“What?”

“No! I didn’t mean it like that!” My face burned instantly. “I mean—you seem like a, um, a hardworking man. That’s all.”

He chuckled, low and amused. “Yeah. Sure. That’s exactly what you meant.”

I covered my face with both hands. “Please don’t make this worse.”

He leaned his shoulder against the fence, still smiling. “So… how long have you been a nun?”

“Four.”

My voice came out small.

“Four years?” he repeated. “Four long years of… uh… starving?”

“Oh my goodness,” I muttered, turning away. “Don’t do that.”

“Why not?” he asked softly.

And that was the problem.

The way he said it.

The way his voice seemed to slip under my skin so easily.

The way he wasn’t teasing anymore—just gently curious, gently honest.

I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how still everything was—the air, the night, even my heartbeat trying to hide inside my ribs.

“Because,” I whispered, “I’m not supposed to feel anything like this.”

He watched me carefully, the playfulness fading into something else—something dangerous.

Then he leaned in close, his breath hot against my lips, and captured my mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. I froze for a split second, but the hunger that had been building inside me for years exploded like a dam breaking. My tongue darted out, tangling with his, tasting the forbidden salt of his skin as I pressed my body against him, desperate and aching.

‘God, I’ve wanted this,’ I thought, but the words turned into a whimper against his lips. My hands moved on their own, fumbling with the buttons of my habit, yanking it open to expose my heavy breasts, nipples already stiff and begging for attention. The fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my soaked panties, my pussy throbbing with need.

He groaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over my bare skin, squeezing my tits roughly. ‘Fuck, you’re so ready for this, aren’t you, Sister?’ he murmured, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down my neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh. I arched into him, my fingers clawing at his shirt, ripping it open to feel the hard planes of his chest.

‘Please,’ I begged, my voice husky and broken. ‘Touch me. I need it so bad. I’ve been such a good girl for so long, but I can’t anymore. Make me your slut.’

His eyes darkened with lust as he shoved me back against the fence, the wood scraping my ass. He latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the peak while his hand slid between my thighs. His fingers pushed my panties aside, plunging two thick digits straight into my dripping cunt. I cried out, my walls clenching around him as he pumped them in and out, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

‘You’re soaking wet, you dirty little nun,’ he growled, his thumb circling my swollen clit. ‘This holy pussy has been starving for cock, hasn’t it? Beg for more.’

‘Yes! Oh fuck, yes,’ I moaned, grinding down on his hand, my juices coating his palm. ‘Finger me harder. Stretch me out. I want to cum all over your fingers before you fuck me.’ He added a third finger, scissoring them inside me, the wet squelching sounds filling the night air as I bucked against him, chasing the building pressure.

But I needed more. I dropped to my knees in the dirt, my hands trembling as I yanked his pants down, his thick cock springing free, veined and leaking pre-cum. ‘Let me taste you,’ I pleaded, looking up at him with wide, slutty eyes. ‘I want to suck your dick like the whore I’ve always wanted to be.’

He fisted my hair, guiding my mouth to his shaft. I opened wide, swallowing him down, my tongue swirling around the head as I bobbed, taking him deeper with each sloppy thrust. Gagging slightly as he hit the back of my throat, but I didn’t stop—saliva dripped down my chin, mixing with his pre-cum as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked like my life depended on it. His hips jerked, fucking my face while he pinched my nipples, twisting them until I moaned around his length.

‘Good girl,’ he rasped. ‘Suck that cock. Get it nice and hard for your tight pussy.’

I pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting my lips to his throbbing head, and begged again. ‘Fuck me now. Please, I can’t wait. Pound my cunt against this fence.’

He hauled me up, spinning me around so my hands braced against the rough wood, my ass pushed out invitingly. He ripped my panties down my legs, kicking them aside, and lined up his cock at my entrance. With one brutal thrust, he buried himself balls-deep in my slick heat.

“Oh my God!!” I screamed, the stretch burning so good as he filled me completely.

“Shhh, I’m your god now,” he hissed in my ear, his hand clamping over my mouth as he started slamming into me, doggy style, his hips slapping against my ass with every rough drive. “And I’m going to fuck your holy pussy until you forget all about that convent bullshit.”

I nodded frantically, muffled moans escaping his fingers as he railed me hard and fast, his free hand digging into my hip. My tits bounced with each thrust, and I pushed back, meeting him stroke for stroke, my pussy gushing around his pistoning cock. The foreplay had me on the edge, and it didn’t take long—waves of orgasm crashed over me, my walls milking him as I came with a shuddering wail, soaking his balls.

He didn’t stop, grunting as he chased his own release, pounding my sloppy cunt until he exploded inside me, hot cum flooding my depths. We collapsed against the fence, panting, but I knew this was just the start—my sinful hunger finally unleashed.