My name is Sister Evelyn, and I was meant to be pure.
At twenty-three years old, I had taken my final vows two years ago. I promised God my body would remain untouched, my thoughts clean, and my desires nonexistent. But my body had become a traitor. My breasts had grown fuller and heavier over the past year. My hips were wide and soft, my ass round and thick. At night, my virgin p***y would throb and leak slick juices onto my sheets. I would wake up aching, c**t swollen and sensitive, fighting the urge to slide my fingers between my folds.
Sometimes I lost the battle.
Tonight, sin came knocking in the form of a bleeding, dangerous man.
It was well after midnight. I had just finished my late prayers in the chapel and was walking back through the quiet garden when I heard a low, pained g
