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The life of a nun is not for the faint of heart. Yet, here I sit, surrounded by the familiar walls of my convent. My name is Sister Terezie, and I've been living this monastic existence since I was just a young girl. It's funny how one can grow accustomed to the simple pleasures in life: the taste of plain bread, the smell of incense wafting through the halls, the gentle hum of prayers rising from our pious lips.
But amidst all this solemnity and devotion, my mind often wanders. Fantasies creep into my thoughts like a thief in the night, leaving me breathless and yearning for something more. I long to be dominated, to submit myself to someone stronger, someone who can take control of my body and my desires. It's a forbidden dream, one that I dare not speak aloud lest it be deemed a sin.
As I pose here, clad in my nun's habit, I feel the weight of expectation bearing down upon me. The sisters would be shocked if they knew the secrets that lurked beneath this demure exterior. But for now, I'll keep them hidden, locked away like a treasure chest filled with golden dreams. My small breasts strain against the confines of my tunic, and I cannot help but wonder what it would feel like to have someone's hands upon me...
