My Delicious Little Secret

Demurely sitting in the church pew,
So prim and proper,
Sitting up straight,
Looking ahead of me
At the pastor.

I'm clothed in conservative garb,
Outwardly:
Wearing a long-sleeved black dress,
Gray tights,
And black flats.

Listening to talk of sin,
The futility of life,
And forgiveness;
Wondering where I'm at with God,
Feeling uncertain.

But,
I smile to myself:
Reveling in my delicious little secret,
For I decided to wear a butt plug
To church this morning.

No one knows of the pretty jeweled plug
I have in my arse;
If anyone could view my unclothed bum,
They'd see a large pink jewel nestled
Between my arse cheeks.

As I sit here,
I squeeze my arse muscles tightly, and
My nerve endings burst into life!
I enjoy the feeling of fullness
The plug creates inside me.

This morning before church
I felt aroused anticipating my plan
Of carrying a secret inside such a private place,
A treasure
Buried inside my ass.

I took time to carefully decide
Whether to wear my longer, thinner plug,
Or my shorter plug with a big, fat bulb.
I chose the latter because today
I wanted to feel as full as possible.

I ran the silver metal plug under hot water,
Making it warm to touch.
I put lube on it
To make it slippery to more easily
Slide inside my hole.

Then I leaned forward,
Squatting down a little and
Sticking my ass out,
Relaxing my muscles,
Readying my ass to welcome the smooth, warm plug inside.

I reached behind me,
Touching my plug's large bulb to my asshole,
Pushing it in slightly
And letting up,
Then pushing a little bit more.

Enjoying the sweet dance,
Easing it in slowly,
Until ahhh,
It popped in the rest of the way
Making my wrong hole feel so full.

My anal muscles grabbed tightly hold of
The pretty plug,
Hugging it inside,
Giving me pleasure.

Then I put on my purple thong,
My black bra, and
My conservative garb,
Covering up my secret.

But I know it's there.
I feel it inside me.
Filling me.
Making me feel sensual,
Sparking my arousal...

While I sit demurely in church,
Listening to talk of the futility of a life
That seeks pleasure,
Smiling to myself
And enjoying my delicious little secret.