I’m not sure how many of you are aware - and I’m sure I’ve told at least ONE caller about this already but… My father is a Pastor.  Of a church.  I won’t say what denomination.  You may know him. (lol!).  What this means is that yes, I grew up very …um… conservative.  We didn’t dance - or even talk about dancing with out the threat of lightening striking us down dead.  We didn’t smoke, drink, swear, and I am still a bit confused about even going number 2, to be quite honest.  I think it has to be a sin.  I was - a very good girl.  Until about age 7 or so when I discovered a particular sin on my own with a marble under my covers.  Use your imagination.  Or call me for details! LOL.  I’ll comp you a free minute or two for the indulgence, how about that?

So anyways - I grew up very sheltered and very INNOCENT.  It’s hard to believe - but that, dear friends, is the honest (to God) truth.  What happened to me happens to every pastor’s kid.  I started to rebel.  I figured all the things that I wasn’t allowed to do were things that I HAD to do.  I set out to do as many of these “sinful activities” as I could.  And I had fun crossing each of these naughty activities off my list.  There was smoking at first, which then led to drinking, which then led to heavy petting with older more experienced people (boys AND girls alike), then there was masturbation, and sex, and porn, and….niteflirt. LOL!  The road to ruin is fast and furious, as my grandmother use to tell me.

Why did I bring all this up?  Oh yeah!  I remember… (blushes)

So yesterday I was minding my own business.  Being the sweet and innocent teen that we all know and love - when suddenly, out of the clear blue yonder CeCe gets a call!  *ring ring* Hello - I say.  Hello - he says.  I am doing a survey and I would like to ask you a series of questions.  Ok - I tell him.  And I settle down into what I think is going to be a quick and painless call - for approximately 5 minutes. 

Booooooy was I dead wrong!

This “interview” turned into a confession of where I had the most kinkiest sex (underneath the awning of my father’s Pastor’s Study at the church…) which turned into a fantasy.  I couldn’t actually fuck or even PRETEND to fuck inside of the church that I grew up in so I changed the story a little bit.  I fucked a Priest.  (hangs head in shame).  I let him bend me over the altar and shove various statues into my teen vagina - and then I let him “cleanse” me with his um… tool from God.  You want to laugh - but you’re afraid you’ll be sent to hell, aren’t you?  As a matter of fact, I’m sure alot of you are closing out this window and running to sprinkle yourself with holy water, aren’t you?

But then there are the few of you - like my caller - and my new friend, Joe (Hi baby! I saw your comment even though it gives an error.  I am still trying to fix it - but wanted to let you know I saw it and appreciate you and adore you!) are turned on by the thought of a little catholic outfitted slut asking the priest to help heal her from her extra-curricular fucking activities. 

Joe suggested I make a recording, and I just might have to in a week or so.  You don’t even have to comment about it after you listen to it (and I know a few of you will - stop trying to be altar boys and admit you’re turned on, damn it!! lol!) just send me an email and let me know how much you enjoyed it. Hahah!!

Which brings me to another point.  In a week I will be dying to make more recordings.  I have some time before I start my late start classes (in April…) and will be doing alot of things around here.  I plan on offering some tame photos of yours truly in a little gallery (payable thru nf, of course, for a littttle fee), making a place for some stories (I am pretty good at expressing myself and think that you’ll enjoy my stories!), and also having a place where you can get to my recordings all in one nice organized location.  I REALLY want to hear from you, though, on what types of stories and recordings you’d like to hear.  I can make custom ones for you - I can make ones about MOST subjects - and can definitely make arrangements with some of you naughtier boys if you want something really really really custom and for your eyes only.  Just let me know via email (celinawetdreams at gmail dot com) or yahoo messenger (celinawetdreams) and I’ll do my best to satisfy you.

Sound like a deal? 

I was on pretty early this morning cumming like a maniac with Joe, Neal, Joe, Badboy, Joe (lol!) so I’m not on right now.  I need time to recover and clean up, too!  But I will be on later on this evening to see what type of trouble I can get into.  There has to be a few of you who had crushes on the Pastor’s daughter and wanted to play with her during communion!  Confess.  We can repent later.