Could the new novice be an imposter?
The sisters, who’ve made up a roster,
To lie with her , say
She’s a slut, doesn’t pray,
Not so much as a damn Pater Noster!
Tag: nun
Speaking with tongues
“Cunnilingus,” she thought, as she knelt.
Sister Mary knew how it was spelt,
Even how it was done.
Not too bad, for a nun.
She just wished that she knew how it felt!
Yielding not to temptation
Sister Frances just went through the motions,
Still prey, though she prayed, to lewd notions…
If only they knew!
It was all she could do,
Not to touch herself during devotions!
Faith hope and chastity
Damn! She’d broken her chaste vow again!
Even nuns need a fuck, now and then…
Though she did try her best…
(His hand cupped her right breast)
It came down to who, where, how and when!
The contemplative life
Sister Catherine, wimpled and sandaled,
Though frequently fingered and candled,
(Such shameful delight),
Still lay sleepless at night,
Racked by thoughts about being manhandled!
Thy rod and thy staff
While she chanted the twenty-third psalm,
Her bare arse felt the sting of the palm
Of the priest. With each slap
Something stirred in his lap,
To her ever-increasing alarm!
Get thee to a nunnery
Convent life’s mostly dull and reclusive;
Small pleasures are few, and elusive.
Alone in her cell,
A young nun might as well
Please herself, to which boredom’s conducive.