LasVegas, A Jesuit Priest, and Me (reprise)  

barbiebunny 36F
6789 posts
11/22/2005 1:28 am

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LasVegas, A Jesuit Priest, and Me (reprise)



LasVegas, A Jesuit Priest, and Me Jul 9, 2005 3:01 pm
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A vision of raw untamed, unrpoven sexuality. He was way too hot to take his final vows.

I seem to find the tormented souls. They always have a way of finding me. They instinctually know I am their way out for some, some solace and what they crave. Im the angel of the night thats fallen at 3. Bound to walk along this space and take them in until they are strong enough.

After getting to know one another, a highly educated man but a novice with the flesh and the torment of the church still boiling within him.. he was so pure, so forbidden, so alluring.

Of course we had to meet in SIN CITY.

As I departed the gate in California all I could think of was.."Bunz uve done it this time..you've done some crazy shit in your life to but tempt the ultimate fate with a Jesuit Priest..now even the catholic schoolgirl in me was shaking in her knickers a bit. But then the thought came..U promised yourself to live life at full throttle..now run for the cliff."

I didnt realise the cliff was as big as Hoover Dam.

JERONIMOOOOOO!!!

He met me at the baggage carousel. The ultimate in bad boy but his heart glittered magnificently. He was like the boy that always wanted to be the vampire. Begging me for me to bite him, intitiate him into the world he wanted to belong in.

As much as I was thrilled to get my hands on him.. part of me.. waned to turn around and leave him be.

That lasted for all of 5 seconds. Father, forgive me for what im about to do....

He took my bags and we went to the hotel. I got a longer look at him. He was 6 foot, raven black hair, piercing eyes of rotting sexuality. He reached over and nustled his head in my neck and told me I smelled good. I was wearing my trademark scent Angel--but I felt like Satan in a skirt. My nipples hardened and flushed with wetness. He was also a dead ringer look a like for Motley Crue drummer Tommy Lee.

We stayed at the Sahara, which looking back on it now ironic..lol...I had the water he wanted in his desert.

Soon as we entered the room his hungry eyes devoured me. I dont think I was ever wanted as much as that night by a man. We tore off each others clothes and as I was on top working my magic, the tormented schoolgirl in me said..

"are you sure"

"Yes. Take me now. Its all I want and need"

The claws and the fangs came out, and hot unimaginable sex was his for the next 6 hours. He inspired the best/worst in me, and I couldnt get enough of his virgin flesh.

Afterwards we decided to go to Olympic Gardens and check out the scene. If he was Tommy, I was his Pammy. We waited for a taxi when the valet took a double take on him and learning of our destination gave us a limo for the night.

Everything on the house. I do think they thought he was Tommy. He is a cockstar now...his Jesuit Priest days now forever ruined. We enter the Garden and sit and watch the girls.. Im in a tight black corset, chest popping out and denim jacket.. the stripper shoves a 20 in my chest and smiles, rolls around on me like a playful kitten.

God bless the working girls

He sits staring at me, silently worshipping me as I reach over and squeese his hard cock thru his black jeans. In that moment I felt ownership of his body, his mind, his soul that night. And that kind of ultimate power was intoxicating. I diddnt need a drink.

"Welcome to the other side" I think with a mischevious grin on my face.

After an hr or 2 in the club we go back to the room and more passionate, kinky sex ensues. He worshipped me on his knees as i shoved my pussy into his face and grabbed his hair to pull him up to kiss me..and the fine ass that had a red mark when he left to remember me.

I departed a day early as worked called..he took me to the airport and knew I could take him home forever. He was the perfect mix of purity and nastiness. He looked and felt relieved from the torment that he had bottled up for so many years. We discussed a lot of intellectual things pertaining to his plight... so I felt comfortable that he was in a much better place now than when I met him..I knew he would be allright.

Sometimes tho, the timing isnt right, and u have to honor the universes judgement.

Memories to last a lifetime.That is why u jump off the edge.

This is my confession



Its good to be...ME


onelittlesecret 33M
1579 posts
11/22/2005 3:41 am

Damn, I want you!

lol


JudeL5 46M
1550 posts
11/22/2005 2:05 pm

The reprise is still as hot as the original!

BTW, as promised, settled down and started a blog. A rookie compared to the Bunz, but what the hell!


Plano69 54M

11/23/2005 5:13 am

Damn! I knew I had it backwards! I'll see you in the confessional... LOL


barbiebunny 36F
5597 posts
11/24/2005 12:03 am



Honni...if u liked this wait till I tell my story how I almost set the priest on fire at my confirmation ceremony

Plano Ure on..

Jude! Congrats baby! Thanks for tellin me! Muah!

Toothy... And i shall oblige..now Gatsby see u on the courts.


Its good to be...ME


barbiebunny 36F
5597 posts
11/27/2005 12:58 pm


thank u higgins... i always love your enlightenment...now if u can explain my strong intense sexual attraction for these kinds....lol


Its good to be...ME


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