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C|Suite Letters: On Her Knees, Faithfully

C|Suite is a men's magazine founded by Frank Cervi. It combines urban/office life-style articles with soft-core pornographic pictorials. In recent years, C-Suite introduced the 'letters' column in which readers send in borderline ridiculous sexcapades, resulting often in explicit and unnecessary detail.


On Her Knees, Faithfully

C|Suite Letters

Dear C|Suite,

I have a confession to compose. None of my family and friends is privy to it, but I’ve been having an affair with the man of my dreams for a while now. The great thing about it, is that I get to see this hunk every Sunday in plain sight, but no one is the wiser about our secret connection.

I am getting exceedingly wet, tingly, and throbby in the cooter just by writing this. Christ!

Call me born again, but I wasn’t always the ‘good girl’. Years ago, through high school, college and well into the early years of my career as an Assistant to the Director of Porn Shoots of America, I was all-in on the ‘bad boy’ drama. The times my cunt got skewered by a meaty rebel cock are countless. Satan controlled me; my desire for his essence in all of those bad boys I had met over the years, still lingers in my mind.

I was lost back then, but now I am found.

Instead of yearning to feel cum-drops on my face, and opening my mouth wider than a giddy teen-girl on a snowy winter's day— I called them jizz flakes— I now relish in the delight of getting down on my knees and feeling salvation all over my face….from the spiritual rays of my savior through the windows; my rock and soul mate. I just wish there was an emoji to describe it all.

Praise be to my new boyfriend; My provider and savior.

Christ, I love him.

On Sundays where we meet face-to-face, it’s difficult to suppress the urge to get down on my knees and start pleasing him. As soon as I see his body up there at the front of the room, high up above me, looking down at me with those puppy-dog eyes, that body all muscled and toned, abs for days, an oiled sheen of a hot-bod glistening in the sunlight through the stainless glass, I can’t help myself.

His leer enlightens me, provokes a response from my vagina which becomes a hapless, moist mess.

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When I am kneeling in the front row for him, I sometimes slip a hand down the front of my Sunday skirt and gently caress underneath, searching for the natural bounty. My boyfriend’s father would definitely not approve; My boyfriend might be on the fence about it, but I do it for him.

In fact, my boyfriend can’t really judge my own love for him, my hastiness, impulsive urges, because he is no saint himself. After all, my boyfriend use to fraternize with a prostitute named Mary Magdalene; hung around with the diseased and rift raff of society; He was probably a druggy as far as I know.

He and I, from the moment I met him, had so much in common: We both have been nailed many times.

These sessions we have every Sunday, fill me with the salvation I need on a more emotional level. He is my kindred spirit.

Our relationship is solid and I can be with him even in the privacy of my own room, late at night without my roommates knowing what is going on. I can get down on my knees anywhere for him, as a matter of fact, and start pleasing him.

If you can show me a better relationship in today’s modern culture, please, I am listening.

However, show me a man who you’d get down on your knees for, who you would pay a small gift of money every Sunday, in order to do so. Show me a man that is so popular even though he only had 12 followers, so I’ve heard.

I tried to look my man up on Instagram, Facebook, but couldn’t find him.

He is so mysterious; Gawd,gets me all hot in the ass.

I have tasted his body before; makes me hungry for more all the time! His blood, intoxicating.

At night in my bed, I have masturbated while singing some hymns thinking about my new lover.

What a boyfriend is my Jesus, He's the perfect man for all. When the carousel throws me off, He'll be there to catch my fall.

Before, I use to diddle-my-clittle to Jesus, He Knows Me by Genesis. But now,my roommates are starting to catch onto us and his identity. Moaning and yelling, “Jesus-Fucking-Christ, I am gunna cum!” kind of gives it away.

Most women my age keep a vibrator in the nightstand. Some women even have dildos molded and shaped from their boyfriend’s penis structure. I have a crucifix, instead.

Have you ever put your boyfriend’s entire body inside your vagina? Betcha haven’t!

Anyway, my family and friends are all bugging me for them to meet him. What I have said to them is that nobody should fret because someday, could be any day, when you are really old, if you get hit by a bus tomorrow, it is inevitable that everyone will meet my new boyfriend.

I met him on my knees, you can too.

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