I’m envisioning the moment where you enter me, it’s turning me on so much I can feel my circles growing faster, stronger. I whisper to you, how I ...ant you inside me, voice full of sleep, brought low by early morning and desperation to feel you. I hear your breathing pick up, your cock twitch against my ass. Please... I’m not above begging when I need you so bad. Need to feel you push into me, diving into me. Please.There’s a brief shuffle as you maneuver out of your underwear, then I feel you,. Not only had they been altered to be sensuously female, but they were permanently colored deep sexy red. His eyelashes looked like he was wearing false eyelashes or incredible amounts of mascara, and his eyelids were permanently stained, looking like he wore eye shadow. His cheeks were lifted, raised higher, and like other parts of his face, the tint of his cheeks would forever look like he was wearing blush. He turned from the stares of his friends and glanced in a door, to see a faint. I wasn't sure whether it was the alcohol talking, or if it was pure sympathy for not getting with him and now knowing he was a widower, but either way. I knew I wanted him and I wanted him right then.I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my Blackberry and prayed he was on Instant Messenger. I scrolled down my contacts alphabetically until I found his name. Surprisingly he was on but his profile was idle.My heart dropped but I figured I could at least try and see if he was. It’s really important to me.’ ‘Well, then,’ Father Flannery had sighed, running one sure and steady hand through his silvery hair. ‘I will do what ever I can to help you achieve this desire, Francis. Have you decided which seminary you’d like to attend?’ That autumn afternoon had been the start of my journey into the priesthood. During my senior year, I was accepted by one of the most respected seminaries on the East Coast. After I graduated high school—and spent time walking the streets.