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By *r and Mrs Fab Vicar OP   Man
over a year ago

Stanstead and Norfolk

How do you feel right now?

How would you like to feel?

Think about the last time you felt the need.

That feeling of butterflies, beginning in the deepest centre of your being. The one that rises through your stomach. Is it hunger? Is it excitement? Is it emptiness?

You don’t know, yet your chest begins to tighten, your breath shortens and quickens and your body begs to be explored, fulfilled, satisfied.

Relax your body, feel my hands brush your shoulders. Feel my fingers push gently through your hair.

Relax your mind.

There is no one here but you and I.

Remember to breathe as you feel my breath by your ear, my lips gently kiss and linger against the nape of your neck.

Allow the shudder to flow through you, welcome its electric talons as they reach places you forgot were there.

Your body is the only thing you truly own, all that you possess, and now the apprehension of giving even that up, handing the responsibility of its well being and security to someone else, putting your trust and faith so completely in another person is scaring you.

You have chose this, you are wanting to feel the pleasure that only comes with complete submission.

Allow yourself to be taken, show me who you really are without embarrassment, self-consciousness or doubt.

Lose yourself in me, in this experience.

Accept the pleasure I inflict upon you and know that you will be better for it.

Touch yourself in your most intimate place, to pleasure yourself is a wonderful gift. Take a few moments and picture this.

You are naked. You are laid on the bed. You are blindfolded.

Something touches your shin, it is gentle like silk and it slowly glides up your body towards your knee.

It does not tickle, it does not scrape. It is just there, a pleasant sensation, sikly almost. It travels along your thigh and belly before stopping at your breast.

Your nipple is next to feel the touch.

It circles around you, making your nipple hard and erect.

You are aware of this, and recall many times when you you have seen this for yourself, it become pronounced against your areola and you know that this will arouse me.

The brushing continues slowly across your breasts until it reaches your other nipple.

You can feel my presence, you know I’m here but cannot see and this adds to your sensitivity.

As the silky object moves to your face, around your nose, cheeks and forehead.

There is a touch to your chin and then your neck.

You feel the material been stretched against your throat and it tightens slightly. My strong hands either side of it.

The material is not small in size, it is not a handkerchief or piece of underwear, you wonder if it might be a scarf or headscarf?

As it tightens even though it is not enough to make you panic, your throat constricts a little and you swallow involuntarily, the material is tightened a little more.

There is a sharp pinch to your nipple and you flinch, as you do the material stretches and you try to force yourself to relax.

Your hands are bound, you are laying up on pillows. There is a gag in your mouth but you can breathe around it and through your nose.

My hands leave the material but it stays in place, not tight against you but tightly in place, adding to your confinement.

My hands find your shoulders and gently trace their shape. The ends of my fingers caressing your skin, moving down your arms to your elbows and then forearms and wrists.

They check your bindings and you feel me no more.

It could be 30 seconds that passes, it could be 5 minutes, aware of that you are breathing heavily and try to control it as you lay unable to do anything but wait.

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By *ary1001xMan
over a year ago

Hillsborough

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I have often thought about going to church and giving my confection to a really old vicar, telling him about my bad things like watching porn and Having sex with all sorts, he would be quizzing me about the porn asking me about what I watch , his breathing would get more and more heavy as we talk , he would keep saying about what I watch, I noticed a very small gap in the divider between us and I Can just see movement of the old vicar it's clear he is excited and his robe is open and he is wanking a very very large cock, I also start wanking and he keeps asking me more and more obviously not wanting me to go before he has cumm it ends with us both Cumming at the same time

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By *r and Mrs Fab Vicar OP   Man
over a year ago

Stanstead and Norfolk


"I have often thought about going to church and giving my confection to a really old vicar, telling him about my bad things like watching porn and Having sex with all sorts, he would be quizzing me about the porn asking me about what I watch , his breathing would get more and more heavy as we talk , he would keep saying about what I watch, I noticed a very small gap in the divider between us and I Can just see movement of the old vicar it's clear he is excited and his robe is open and he is wanking a very very large cock, I also start wanking and he keeps asking me more and more obviously not wanting me to go before he has cumm it ends with us both Cumming at the same time

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In the confessional, everything is in confidence. The divider between stalls may be moved/removed and vicars are like everyone else, we have temptation, fantasy, wants and needs, even elderly vicars.

Do you not think that vicars don’t run back in their minds what their parishioners share?

There are many confessions that excite and exhilarate.

Would you like to hear the vicar to tell you that “You hare sinning?” Or “You have sinned?”

I do believe in “Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.”

To sin is to be human and to be human is a blessing.

Enjoy your fantasy, maybe one day you will experience something like, but please…don’t forget to clean up afterwards. X

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Yes have enjoyed this idea many times

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Do you think there are vicars like that then

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Any one else have a story similar to this

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By *r and Mrs Fab Vicar OP   Man
over a year ago

Stanstead and Norfolk

You are aware when I re-enter the room.

The light steps of my feet on the carpet seem quite loud as your ears make up for your loss of vision.

You sense me pass you.

There is a sudden, momentary sensation on the sole of your foot.

It confuses you. You don’t what caused it, but it felt almost sharp.

Your initial reaction is to jerk away from whatever it was. You try, but cannot and only succeed in pulling the bindings that hold your legs and feet.

The sensation lasts for no more than a second and disappears.

Everything is still. You can’t sense any movement.

You wait, 1 second, 2.

Its only now you realise that you are holding our breath. You begin to exhale as the sensation is repeated on the sole of your other foot.

Again you automatically try to pull away but can’t.

Hands clamp your toes into place.

This time the sensation stays with your body. It is cold but almost like burning, wet but not excessively so. It takes a few seconds before you realise it is ice against your skin.

The ice slowly glides around your foot, never touching your toes and never staying in any particular area.

Its uncomfortable coldness moves slowly to your ankle.

Never stopping on its slow journey it kisses your skin before finding its way up and down both of your legs from ankle to thigh.

There is a narrow-wet trail and slight coldness where it has been and you have begun to relex, to enjoy the sensation, not only the of the ice, but the wet trail it has left in its wake.

It travels to your to your hip, it leaves a line of wet fine hair across your abdomen and as it arrives at your navel and your belly involuntarily recoils.

The coldness continues to your chest tracing the shape of your breasts, detouring around them, over them and under them leaving only your nipples untouched.

You know your nipples are hard. You can sense me above them, almost feel the air touch them as my body displaces it.

Their sensitivity is heightened and they are almost begging for the cool kiss of solid crystalised coldness.

As the ice touches them you flinch but not through shock or pain, it’s a purer emotion, a purer sensation.

Your nipples are awoken, the nerves readily accepting their pleasure but the ice, alas is nearly all gone.

You hear a soft clink as the final small morsel is placed into a glass beside you and are disappointed that there is no more.

You sense my body above you as my warm tongue follows the cold wetness of the ice as it begins to mop the excess moisture from your body.

I work backwards beginning at your breast.

A flick of my tongue on your nipple makes you jerk, the flat of my strong hand on your breastbone holds you down as my mouth covers your nipple and breast.

The warmth of my breath and saliva contrast with the cold from moments before and as I gently suckle on you, you allow yourself to be held and moan gently. My hand lifts, my mouth releases the gentle clasp of your breast and my tongue traces a very wet line from your nipple, across your breastbone to the other side.

Once again my mouth suckles and you and you find that even in your blindfold your eyes are closed. The sensation of my soft warm mouth gently teasing your hard nipple is mesmerising, you are lost in this moment.

You are beginning to feel the pleasure that the freedom of submission can bring. You can only lay where you are and accept this love.

My mouth continues its journey following the trail left by the ice. Your belly, navel and hip feel my tongue then your thighs and finally your shins and ankles. I end with kissing your feet, it doesn’t tickle, it isn’t hard or rough.

Leaving my moisture on you, you sense me move around the bed. My face is by yours. I kiss your cheek, I nibble your ear, hold your face and kiss your forehead before leaving you momentarily again.

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By *r and Mrs Fab Vicar OP   Man
over a year ago

Stanstead and Norfolk

You feel my body lay against yours.

The material of my trousers touches your shoulder, my hips are against your midriff. You are a little confused, what am I doing?

Instinctively you want to move, create more room for me but you can’t.

You feel my hard penis through my trousers as they brushes against your arm, my hips rest against your breast as my hands take hold of the tops of your thighs. I apply pressure and open them, revealing your open pussy.

You are surprised by your wetness; you can feel it but cannot do anything about it. You find that you ache to be touched. Every millisecond you wait increases the need until every fibre of your being is screaming for that first contact with your wet moist pussy.

My hands firmly grab your inner thighs, you feel my body lower itself and then flinch as my tongue flicks the outer lips of your womanhood and you moan slightly as it slowly finds its way inside.

You want to lay further back but you can’t.

You want to grab my hair and push my head further into you, but you can’t.

You move your bottom trying to push yourself further towards me, but the silk around your neck is holding you in place.

Every time you attempt to move it never tightens but constricts your throat.

Eventually, you lay still and you endure the frustration of your bondage, because deep down, the slut in you wants all of the pleasure it brings.

This is just the beginning………..

Would you like to experience more?

Hope you enjoyed the story. The Vicar has other stories, links are below.

If you choose to read them and like them, please give them a thumbs up or something to keep them alive.

A little scene from Doomsday Salvation

https://www.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1321188

A summer story

https://www.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1326603

A review I recently left

https://www.fabswingers.com/forum/stories/1322489

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By *urvy_BelleWoman
over a year ago

Bishop's Stortford

You know, I do believe that this could indeed be me....

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By * perfect GentMan
over a year ago

here there and everywhere


"You know, I do believe that this could indeed be me.... "

I was going to it was you Belle

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By *r and Mrs Fab Vicar OP   Man
over a year ago

Stanstead and Norfolk


"You know, I do believe that this could indeed be me.... "

The Vicar has to respect his promise to never reveal the identities of those involved in his ........ less than vanilla personal services.......

However, this, as with many of his memoirs is based on fact and truth, but there are many truths, there have been a number of parishioners and many versions of the same story, although, yes it could be you. X

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By * perfect GentMan
over a year ago

here there and everywhere

A damned good read vicar

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By *r and Mrs Fab Vicar OP   Man
over a year ago

Stanstead and Norfolk


"A damned good read vicar "

Thank you sir

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By *urvy_BelleWoman
over a year ago

Bishop's Stortford

A damn good experience too...

It's definitely on the list of honeymoon activities!

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By *r and Mrs Fab Vicar OP   Man
over a year ago

Stanstead and Norfolk


"A damn good experience too...

It's definitely on the list of honeymoon activities! "

You didn't tell me The Vicar was coming along with us. Ah Feck! Will there be room in the tepee?

Ding X

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By *urvy_BelleWoman
over a year ago

Bishop's Stortford


"A damn good experience too...

It's definitely on the list of honeymoon activities!

You didn't tell me The Vicar was coming along with us. Ah Feck! Will there be room in the tepee?

Ding X"

Well, as you 2 are never in the room at the same time, I'm sure we'll cope..... xx

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By *r and Mrs Fab Vicar OP   Man
over a year ago

Stanstead and Norfolk


"A damn good experience too...

It's definitely on the list of honeymoon activities!

You didn't tell me The Vicar was coming along with us. Ah Feck! Will there be room in the tepee?

Ding X

Well, as you 2 are never in the room at the same time, I'm sure we'll cope..... xx "

Good point....I suppose i'm sleeping in the car then........ I really don't like that vicar sometimes...humph.

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