Something New

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© 1998 Ambrosia Vynne

To enter the order, you must be committed to a life of
poverty and servitude. I heard the words when spoken,
but my heart was only filled with the desire to escape.
The rape had been brutal. Being brought up as a strict
Catholic, I believed my mother when she claimed that my
rape was a sign from God that I was meant for a life of
servitude. Bottom line: I would be safe. Therefore, I spoke
to the priest of my congregation and discussed with him
my wishes.

My application as a new Sister of St. Beshops, was
accepted. Initially I was thrilled. A place I could hide from my
sins, for I felt like I had sinned. If I had not sinned, why then
would I have been raped. Looking back, I needed a
Psychiatrist not religion. But I had been brought up to
embrace God and he will heal all.

I said my vows and married God for life. I gave away my
beautiful bright cloths and traded for a black robe, that hid
my shame. I was given a chamber consisting of a bed, a
bible, and a cross.

Initially, I was shy. The sisters tried with some effort to break
through my self proclaimed wall of isolation. I ate and
prayed, that’s all I did. That’s all I wanted to do.

Prior to my descent into my hidden world, I was a very good
looking women. Both men and women turned their heads to
admire my fit 5’6" frame and my bright red hair. I owned a
successful flower business, and loved being with people. I
now touch my face and do not recognize the person I’ve
become. Somewhere with my desire to hide, I lost the
sparkle that was my life. I thought I was lost, lost to life, then
a special person came into my life, Sister Theresa.

Sister Theresa changed my perspective of life. We are no
longer sisters, but that is another story. She was my guiding
light to the truth. She was my savior, not God. I met her
during one of our many prayer meetings. She had snuck in
chocolate. Chocolate may not seem like a major sin, but it is.
As Sisters, we have committed to a life of poverty. Eating
Chocolate, does not equate with poverty. What I was feeling
started before I met Sister Theresa. Sister Theresa and her
Chocolate were the bridge to my feelings.

Prior to joining the order, I had a very active sex life. I
enjoyed having sex with both men and women, though I
preferred women. Women are more familiar with the desires
of another women. There were long nights in my cell, that I
imagined another women laying besides me, caressing my
body through the dark thick folds of my robe. I guess I asked
for Sister Theresa. My sexual fantasies grew stronger and
more frequent. I had day dreams during prayer. One day, I
just couldn’t help myself. The day dream was so intense that
I groped my hand under my habit and found the wet folds of
my pussy. I played with my pussy until I came. Sister
Theresa gave me a knowing look. At first I thought I was
caught. I was dreading a call to Mother Superior’s office,
condemning me to hell. Sex and the enjoyment of same is a
sin. Sex is purely for having babies. And Nuns have no need
to have babies.

I kept questioning my sanity for joining the order. I felt a
growing internal struggle. It had been almost a year since I
was rape. The reasons for the rape came clear to me and I
understood that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
With a growing need to confide my doubts with someone, I
sought out Sister Theresa. Sister Theresa seemed to be cut
from the same cloth as myself. She seemed to be a women
under the bulky black habit, a women with a sexual soul.
With hindsight, I believe I was always attracted to Sister
Theresa on a subconscious level. On a conscious level, I
had known I made a dreadful mistake of joining the order,
and yet, I was not ready to leave.

I got the courage to pass a note to Sister Theresa,
expressing that I needed to talk. I met her late at night in my
cell. I didn’t know what I was going to say or how I was going
to get to the subject of our meeting. Sister Theresa must of
read my mind, as she reached out and stroked my face. She
said she knew what I was going through. She opened her
habit and displayed the most beautiful naked body I have
ever seen. She was shaped like an hour glass, with beautiful
36 Double D breasts that were firm and hung by themselves.
She had a completely flat tummy that was rippled with a six
pack. She had to work out. There was no other way to
maintain such beautiful muscle structure.

She saw my very appreciative stare. She smiled, and took
my hand into hers. She moved my hand over her tummy.
She was so firm and soft. I moved my hand over her big
beautiful breasts and whispered, "how." Again she smiled, "I
work out. There are several other Sisters who also work out."
She told me she had been watching me for a long time. "I
don’t belong here, Sister. I have made a major mistake!"

Again, she smiled. She helped me out of my habit and
examined my body. Her hands gently cupped my firm
breasts, as she brought each one to her mouth. We
approached the bed and laid down. She cuddled me in her
arms and held me tight. She started telling me about the
secret order of Sisters within the order. No one knew about
the secret order. Although nuns are married to God, they too
crave sex. The best sex is with one of your own. A women
knows all the secret hidden places and desires of a women,
since they have explored their own bodies. The secret order
met during the week and shared their partners.

Theresa had joined the religious order when she was young.
It was not of her choice. Her parents had died and she grew
up in the order’s orphanage. Her first lover was another nun.
She had a growing feeling that she would meet someone
special and together they would start on a new life. Sister
Theresa knew a life of a nun was not meant for her. She had
stayed waiting for that special someone.

Being held in her arms, I felt safe. She was my guardian and
no harm would come to me. I moved to my side, facing her. I
reached for her chin and stroked her cheeks as I kissed her.
Her tongue quickly penetrated mine as our kiss

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