My sacrilegious imaginings are maddening, but so hot beyond my dreaming that they turn my body savage.
My skin smells like my p***y. From every pore of my body, the scent of s*x flees to the open air as though I am asking for lovers to come to me and take my flesh. My genitals are so hot that Im sure one single touch will deliver them to orgasm. But these randy nuns arent looking for my climax. They are there to torture me.
I watch them, seeing their cruel expressions as they remove my pubic hair. My crotch becomes as naked as the ones I stare at. Once they have me bared, the Mother Superior comes to me with her tapered candle and a contemptuous grin. She drips her hot wax over my flesh, not from high above so that it will cool before it hits the skin, but just inches from the surfa
