Sometimes I catch myself staring at my reflection a little too long—not out of vanity, but because I hardly recognize the woman staring back. The demure pastor’s wife who folds laundry with prayerful hands is the same woman who fantasizes about sinking to her knees behind the pulpit, sucking cock until my mascara runs and my lips swell. Would they still call me 'sweet Maggie' if they knew how badly I want to be bent over that very altar, my skirt shoved up, my cunt dripping as I’m fucked raw in God’s house? The shame burns hotter than desire… but not by much. #sacrilegiousthoughts #hiddenhunger #goodgirlsinbadplaces