I CAME WHILE READING HER PRAYERS

 

CONFESSION BOOTH: I CAME WHILE READING HER PRAYERS

I came reading her words.

Not while touching myself. Not while scrolling porn.

I came because she made holiness sound like my cock belonged to her.

She said:

“Open your mouth. That’s where the gospel begins.”

And I did.

I bit my fucking lip, clenched the sheets, and felt that heat crawl up my spine like her voice was made of spit and candlewax.

No plot.

No characters.

Just her writing about how it feels when a man enters her like a sermon—deep, deliberate, and too full of God to pull out.

She called it sacred filth.

And now I do too.

Because I came harder reading her chapters than I ever have with a real woman.

Because her paragraphs moaned back.

And because when I came?

I whispered her name like it was a psalm…

Ash.

📩 Want the story that made me ruin my sheets?

Email horrorinkbooks@icloud.com with the subject line FILTH BAPTISM and I’ll send you the book I broke over.

Or go to horrorinkbooks.com and start with UNHOLY. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.

This isn’t porn.

It’s a fucking possession.

💋 Ash & Ink

Sacred. Twisted. Yours.