Straight Female / 18
My Youth Pastor
I've always had a thing for men with many talents.
I watch as Father Brett's hands finger the piano keys as he effortlessly sings Christian songs and we try to keep up.
I watch his lips as he gives another passionate mini-sermon to our youth group. This week's was about avoiding temptation.
I watch as his biceps bulge when he carries boxes of donations to our church's food pantry. It's not officially a Youth Group activity, but I sign-up to volunteer when his name is on the list. If it's for a good cause I don't mind getting my hands dirty. The interiors of those delivery trucks are dusty!
I watch Brett on Sundays guiding his very pregnant wife. He always opens doors for her, takes her hand, leads her way. When they're seated listening to our pastor I see him absent-mindedly caressing her baby bump. Sometimes when he stands up I can see a noticeable bulge in his khaki pants.
I want to be her, pregnant to Brett, a beautiful man in Jesus' image with so many talents and a dedication to serving other people.
I've flirted with him, actually pretty successfully, during group. Though I'm Christian of course and try to dress modestly, I can undo a blouse button to show more of my tits, or wear my slightly too short for church skirt with no panties and sit just so I can tease Father Brett, when he's leading Group. He often hugs me and his hands linger and wander. It feels divine!
Two years ago Father Jeremy left the church after an unmarried girl in Youth Group got pregnant. On Facebook you can see that they are married now and she had his baby.
This is all I dream of with Father Brett though I want it to happen in such a way that neither of us gets excommunicated. Our church does allow plural marriage so maybe he and his wife would take me as a sister wife and then I could have his baby without sinning.
Please pray for us to be together at last. Father Brett, you are my Light and I love only you.
I watch as Father Brett's hands finger the piano keys as he effortlessly sings Christian songs and we try to keep up.
I watch his lips as he gives another passionate mini-sermon to our youth group. This week's was about avoiding temptation.
I watch as his biceps bulge when he carries boxes of donations to our church's food pantry. It's not officially a Youth Group activity, but I sign-up to volunteer when his name is on the list. If it's for a good cause I don't mind getting my hands dirty. The interiors of those delivery trucks are dusty!
I watch Brett on Sundays guiding his very pregnant wife. He always opens doors for her, takes her hand, leads her way. When they're seated listening to our pastor I see him absent-mindedly caressing her baby bump. Sometimes when he stands up I can see a noticeable bulge in his khaki pants.
I want to be her, pregnant to Brett, a beautiful man in Jesus' image with so many talents and a dedication to serving other people.
I've flirted with him, actually pretty successfully, during group. Though I'm Christian of course and try to dress modestly, I can undo a blouse button to show more of my tits, or wear my slightly too short for church skirt with no panties and sit just so I can tease Father Brett, when he's leading Group. He often hugs me and his hands linger and wander. It feels divine!
Two years ago Father Jeremy left the church after an unmarried girl in Youth Group got pregnant. On Facebook you can see that they are married now and she had his baby.
This is all I dream of with Father Brett though I want it to happen in such a way that neither of us gets excommunicated. Our church does allow plural marriage so maybe he and his wife would take me as a sister wife and then I could have his baby without sinning.
Please pray for us to be together at last. Father Brett, you are my Light and I love only you.



