[M4F] Dear sister, What the fuck is wrong with me?

Sometimes I truly feel sick, perverted, unredeemable. Sitting with these feelings brings on endless guilt paired with stubborn erections that need near immediate attention.

I’m stuck. Part of me thinks I should really just tell her, on the off chance that one day it leads to the sorts of debauchery that is in my dreams, but the other part of me knows better. If she had a normal sensibility she would be disappointed, disgusted, and likely never speak to me again. After all, there’s really no way of saying how much I want to feel that forbidden physical closeness to my sister, hearing her moan and pant under my thrusts, and seeing her eyes light up and roll back as I pump her full of my seed. To kiss her plump lips, or to run my fingers through her beautiful curly hair. To feel her thighs quiver as I indulge myself tasting every last inch of her.

I’m not religious... but surely this would constitute a direct trip to hell if it exists. Maybe that’s why I’m writing this. Part partner seeking, part confession for the priest I’ll never meet inside an incense stained wooden box within the walls of the churches of my town. I even begin describing the location and suddenly my concentration drifts and she’s in that box with me.

Maybe this is all the ranting of a pervert who doesn’t actually know what he even wants in a reply to this post... But I do know that I do want that reply from you. If you’re out there reading this, and you want to confess something of your own, or perhaps you imagine yourself as my dear sister. Maybe you’re just a fellow pervert who wants to find out what else is in my fucked up brain.

Message me.