#sinner kink

[corruptive-sinner]

Rosaries look best when held tightly as to press on your delicate throat. The pretty little beads leaving small red dents across your neck, I hope your collar can hide the evidence of your sinful nature.

Softly moaning through strained breath, panting like a real whore. Precious and eager to please, such as good lambs should behave.

Everything neat and tidy about you frays and unravels until you're ruined, a beautiful fallen angel.

[corruptive-sinner]

Angel wings are so soft, so delicate, so easy to pin down. Flap like a helpless dove, no one's coming to save you little lamb

[corruptive-sinner]

I realized I differ from the norm heiro kink stuff. I get my kicks from breaking religious people. I think it's hot to make someone question their faith, or be scared through the lens of their faith a certain way. I love being the big bad, the evil, the sin. I love polluting the flock and dragging them down, I love watching them break. I like seeing angels fall.

I didn't realize a large sentiment is actually about being turned on by being manipulated by religious figure heads. Getting your kicks from the power imbalance being on the religious side.

Are there any other people who feel like I? Or am I an audience of one deranged pervert? (Me)

[corruptive-sinner]

Priests always seem in the confessional but he's meeting a demon that waits inside. Caressing his worn hands and liking his nervous sweat with forked tounge. When someone enter the other side he struggles to act normally, fighting back moans and whimpers as the demons hands coast all over his shaking frame.

Taking his rosary in my sharp teeth and catching his eyes. My glowing pupils make him freeze, the small metal jesus hangs from my mouth. I lean in and growl fir him to pay attention to his flock. His shaking voice comforts his deciple, I bite the soft flesh of his neck as they leave.

His thin hands clutch my waist, he doesn't want to admit he grinds his hips upwards to meet mine. His desperation for more contact as he begs for less.

Mewls and whimpers from the ansty priest coming to a head when suddenly I'm gone. And he's left alone, painfully aroused. Completely cut off as he felt his stomach start to turn. Teasing him until he begs for me to fuck him.

[corruptive-sinner]

I want to corrupt a man of the cloth, I want to coerce him, whisper sins into his ear. Watch him clutch his rosary as I caress his body, featherlight touches as his breath hitches, interupting his feeble attemot to praym

He whimpers as my hands glide across his body, groping his chest and clawing down to his waist. I taunt him, praying to his god as I arouse him. A sinner, a demon in the flesh. His pants tent painfully in a disgustingly sinful sight.

"You're enjoying this, Father. I can feel it. You're a dirty sinner."

He denies, but he never even tries escaping my influence, my burning touch, my razor sharp nails tilt his head up.

"Pray harder, Father, someone may hear you."

As my hands finally slip below into his shame, finally gicing this holy man some relief.

[corruptive-sinner]

Please hold up a cross to me so I can seductively lick and bite it. Freeze in fear as I paw the stiffenning sin bulging in your pants.

Do nothing to stop me, accept that you're a disgrace and revel in it ❤️

[corruptive-sinner]

It feels so good to touch yourself, why deny suck a carnial pleasure?

Do you really need someone whispering in your ear?

Guiding you through as you touch your pitifully neglected sex?

It's more shameful you need such assistance. Maybe if you beg enough I'll take over and show you some real sinning~

[corruptive-sinner]

I want to break someone in, not sexually but in the other ways. Watching them adopt your habits, watching them swear more, when they indulge in treats with you, when they want to smoke with you. It drives me crazy, I just exist and they fall with me. Also having a physical effect on someone is both exhilarating and flattering