Have you ever seduced a religious woman?
I don’t mean one of those girls who say that they live by the rules of god, right before they let you put your dick in their ass. I don’t talk about the girls who pretend to be religious as long as they are with their parents, because they don’t want daddy to change his last will. I also don’t talk about the girls who think they are holier than the pope while they suck every dick in town, just to keep their virginity.
The following story is about a girl who is more religious than all those girls together.
The girl that I approached was the personification of god. This true sex story is about a girl who regarded the bible as the only rule to live by.
If god would ever choose to have a wife I am pretty sure that he would choose her. Maybe I should stop calling her a girl, because she was quite a few years older than me. However, her age didn’t change anything about the fact that I had a lot more experience in the bedroom than she had.
She was extremely beautiful, had amazing C-cups and an ass to kill for. Oh, and she was a virgin. She was a deeply religious virgin who regarded the Catholic Church as the most important institution in the world and I was a lustful seducer who regarded the Catholic Church as one of the biggest mass murderers in the world. You see, we were the perfect couple.
After we met I was still the same guy, but she wasn’t the same girl anymore…
There Was Something About this Religious Woman
Due to the fact that I am still in contact with her and she would be really pissed if I would reveal her real name and tell the man who lives above the clouds what she did, I just call her the religious woman. I could also call her the woman with the delicious tits or the holy virgin who sinned against god, but that would also not be in her sense.
I neither want her imaginary friend nor her to be angry at me. In fact, I really, really like her and I am pretty sure that we would have ended up in a relationship if she would have read the Kama Sutra instead of the bible. Anyhow, I have to start this seduction story somewhere and I think the best moment to start is when I actually met her for the first time.
I met her back when I was studying in London. I was just on my way out of the library after I worked on some ridiculous essay the whole night that no one ever read. The moment I stepped out of the library I saw her.
I remember her long blond hair, her elegant walk and her beautiful breasts…man those tits.
I wish I would remember what I said to her when I approached her, but I don’t remember a freaking word I said. I guess that happens when a guy who doesn’t drink and who doesn’t take any drugs is invited to a party full of drug addicts and professional alcoholics. More on that later…
I was tired from my essay and all I could think of was the party that I wanted to go to. I am pretty sure that I approached her with some really ridiculous line. I was so tired that I couldn’t even formulate a whole sentence and the bags under my eyes already reached the corners of my mouth.
Even though I talked like an idiot and looked like a guy who only had twenty minutes to live, this smoking hot religious woman gave me her number and told me that I should call her whenever I want. Great!
Weed and Alcohol are Not a Good Mixture
Fast forward two hours and I was at a place at which I did everything to forget that I met the beautiful religious woman. One guy from my course invited me to his house party and I can honestly say that I have never been to a place before that was so packed with weed. Honestly, there was weed everywhere and stepping inside the living room was like flying through a sea of clouds.
The moment I stepped in the room I was high.
I think I have told you before that I usually don’t drink alcohol. Have I also told you that I have only smoked weed about three times in my life? Well, that was the fourth time and somehow this evening inspired me to drink one beer after another.
For all the other British alcoholics who could walk better after ten beers than when they are sober, the combination of weed and alcohol was absolutely no problem. For me, who hadn’t had a drink in five months, it was quite a challenge.
After five beers and I have no fucking idea how many joints I decided to do something stupid.
Besides constantly grabbing the boobs of that one black girl who tried to run away from me, I thought it would be a good idea to call the religious woman with the c-cups.
I don’t know what I screamed in the phone and I don’t know why the hell she said “yes” when I told her that I want to see her. I told the host and the black girl with the huge boobs that I love them, left the party and set out for a night of naughty bedroom activities with a sexually experienced sex bomb.
You Are a WHAT???
Don’t ask me how I was able to find her place. I was so stoned and so drunk that I didn’t even remember how I got out of the weed house. I think to remember that I screamed after some random girl that I want to put a baby in her belly. According to the speed with which she ran away from me I must have looked quite scary. Okay, it was after midnight and completely dark, so I understand her reaction.
When I finally arrived at the apartment of the sexy religious lady she already waited in front of the house. When she asked me why it took me over 40 minutes to come from a house party that was only one mile away, I just smiled at her like a complete idiot while I stared at her tits. God dammit, I had to get my hands under her top.
I had to be quiet, because she didn’t want her housemates to wake up.
Have you ever tried to be quiet while you are completely shitfaced and high like the sky?
It doesn’t work.
I chuckled and laughed like one of the chipmunks and the combination of my natural cheekiness and the drugs in my blood, commanded me to touch her whenever I could.
The moment I sat on her bed I forgot everything I learned about slow sexual escalation. I went all in. Usually that’s not the worst tactic. When a girl invites you to her place after midnight it is a clear sign that she is down to fuck. I was 100% sure that she was horny and that the religious woman wanted a dick for the night.
Well, I was 100% wrong.
Because I was so certain of success I kept on touching her arms, her legs and her hips. Whenever I touched her she blushed and started to giggle. She seemed to enjoy it. I continued. When I was just about to place my left hand on her right boob, while I leaned forward for the kiss, she suddenly blocked me.
“Shit, I must have done something wrong.”
Still drunk and high I just smiled at her like a child who got caught eating too many candies. I was about to start my second attack when she said the words that made my heart stop.
“Sorry, that is too fast for me. I have never been in a situation like that and I can’t kiss you.”
I asked her what exactly she means with “a situation like that”.
She said “I won’t kiss you and I won’t sleep with you. I have never done that before…”
“What do you mean you have never done this before?” I was really high and my brain functions were shut down.
“Sebastian, I am a virgin!”
“You are a what???”
I woke up.
That was the first time I was able to consciously observe my environment. Suddenly I saw the bible on her nightstand, the religious quotes all over the wall and the crucifix right above her bookshelf.
I was in hell.
The Religious Virgin Made Me Cum
What did I do after I realized that I was basically in a church trying to convince a nun to have sex with me?
What I should have done in this situation, especially after she told me about how important her religion is to her and that she wants to stay a virgin until she gets married is to tell her that I respect her decision and that I should better go now.
What did I actually do?
Remember, I was drunk, stoned, incredibly horny and probably also a little bit excited to desecrate my first religious woman. I mean, I have dated pseudo religious girls who thought about landing in hell while they sucked my dick, but that was the first time that I was sitting right next to a girl who was God’s better half.
Right after I told her that I respect her decision and that I appreciate her honesty, I already thought about a new plan to conquer the fortress. This time I remembered that there is something called The Slow Way of Sexual Escalation.
It felt as if we were talking for hours. She told me about her upbringing, her religious beliefs and her relationship to god. I talked about my adventures, the fact that I didn’t believe in god and about my relationship to the female body.
Every few minutes I gave her a gentle touch. First I took her hand and looked her in the eyes while we were talking, then I caressed her arm while she was sharing an emotional memory with me. The moment she told me that she knew that I was trouble, but that she wanted to see me anyway, I sniffed the chance.
I attacked the religious woman again. This time I not only kissed her. My hands went right under her shirt.
Instead of blocking me like before, she started to moan and to grab my shirt.
We made out for a couple of minutes until we were both completely naked. I kissed her, I softly stroked her vagina and she slowly felt her way to my dick. When she finally grabbed my dick she started to moan in such an uncontrollable way that I thought she was possessed by the devil.
“What do you do to me? I can’t control myself anymore. Please god, forgive me. Why does that feel so good?”
This deeply religious woman had never kissed a guy before, she had never masturbated and she never had a dick in her hand, let alone in any of her holes. This experience blew her mind.
Slowly but steadily the impact of the weed and the alcohol started to fade away. My brain began to work again and I got nervous. I grabbed my wallet, got a condom out of it and put it on. When I looked in her face I saw a girl who was riven by lust and haunted by guilt.
Did I really want to be the guy who takes something from her that she wants to keep for her future husband?
Did I really want to be the guy who makes her feel amazing for a couple of minutes, before she regrets her decision a lifetime?
Maybe she would have got over it and maybe the guy who will eventually take her virginity will cheat on her and the whole thing will end in a nasty divorce. Who knows? All I knew was that I liked her and that I didn’t want to make her regret the night with me.
A Global Seducer is a man who is responsible for the best memory of her life, not someone who makes her do something that she regrets for a lifetime.
When I came back to bed the horny religious woman said something that assured me that I made the right decision. She said that she wants to sleep with me so bad and that she wants to know how it feels to have sex, but that she don’t know what she will feel tomorrow.
She said all this while she continued to caress herself and every time she touched my dick she backed off because she was shocked of her own inability to control herself. The horny side of me regretted that I said that I won’t do anything she doesn’t want, but the side of me that wanted to be able to look myself in the mirror the next day was glad about this decision.
The promise to not take her virginity allowed the religious woman with the amazing boobs to completely relax and somehow it made her even hornier. We continued to make out and to play with each other. Thanks to my bad influence she became one of those religious girls who I talked about at the beginning.
This naughty angel sucked my dick with such devotion that it seemed as if it wasn’t her first time. During that pretty good blowjob she must have said a dozen times that she has never done this before but that it tastes good.
I was the first guy she ever brought to orgasm.
Due to her religious upbringing and her lack of experience she didn’t even know that men release some slimy white friends when they have an orgasm. The moment I came in her mouth must have been the revelation for her. She stared at me with a completely shocked face while my sperm was dripping down her beautiful lips.
Forgive me Facebook
I hit the road right after she brushed her teeth…twice.
Back home I still couldn’t believe what happened. It was already 5 am in the morning and I was tired as hell. Before I went to bed I just wanted to check if I had any messages on Facebook. The moment I logged into Facebook I woke up again.
The girl who tasted cum for the first time posted something:
“Lord forgive me for what I have sinned”
One of her friends commented with “what did you do?” and all she wrote back was “don’t worry, nothing bad. I just had a wonderful evening.”
I went to bed with a smile on my face.