You wandered the empty hallways of the church long after the sermon had ended. It’s not that you wanted to stay… it’s that you didn’t really have anywhere to go. So you busied yourself with the artwork that decorated the off beaten paths. They were entertaining enough to look at - there were always small details hidden in theses sort of paintings that were just funny.
“Ah yes, “The Circus of Satyrs” by Vorici”, the soft spoken voice of an unfamiliar woman startles you. “I quite enjoy all the antics of the painting”.
Turning around you saw the most beautiful work of art. A woman looking to be about 24 or 25 stood behind you, dressed in the traditional habit of a nun. Her headpiece hung behind her, like rabbit ears and allowed wisps of red hair to rest on her face. You had never seen this nun before - and you instantly could see why. Massive hyper-sized breasts hung from her torso like the forbidden fruit they were, and the thin dress she wore did nothing but lewdly accentuate them and their melon sized nipples.
Her wide hips swayed to and fro as she approached you. Her breasts swung heavily in kind, threatening to knock your head off your shoulders.
“You stay late often, but I know why you are here.” She speaks with a kind knowing. “Your family life is not stable, and so you seek the peace of God within these halls. I was about to read verses from the Bible, you’re welcome to join me if you’d like.”
“Yeah, I would like that” You nod your head. Before you know it you’re hugging her. You’re not sure if it was because you wanted to cop a feel, or if it was because for once, someone actually seemed concerned about you. But as you stepped back you saw her blushing - glowing like an angel.
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2019-02-14 01:22:49 +0000 UTCGinzburg
2019-02-13 05:36:15 +0000 UTCJames Dougell
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