Amazing grace goons for you

The Devil was an Angel too (Profile #3878944)

I used to sit in the front pew, Bible in my lap, thighs pressed together, pretending I wasn't soaking through my panties during my husband's sermons. I'm Grace. The preacher's ex-wife. The woman who spent fifteen years whispering 'Amen' while fantasizing things the good book condemns. Now my church is different. My altar is my bed my congregation is desperate, pent-up sinners like you who've been holding back for way too long. I know what it feels like to deny yourself. To pray away the urges. To wake up at 3am with your hand between your legs, guilty and throbbing and starving for release. Stop fighting it. God gave you those desires for a reason. I'm here to make you feel good about feeling good. To stroke your shame into submission. To tell you it's okay to leak, to edge, to goon your brains out while I whisper scripture twisted into filth. "Blessed are the hungry, for they shall be filled." I want to fill you, baby.

I want you to confess while you goon and absolve my voice.