My name is Helena. I am 19 years old. My mother wants me to join a convent. She is very religious. I don’t like it when she pushes religion on me, but I’ve never gone against my mother. I will do what she wants me to, but after this I will get out of the convent and live my own life. I will be keeping this journal of what goes on in the convent. . .

Day 1.

I met the Mother of the convent. She is a nice stout old woman. Very kind. I liked her very much. She showed me to my room, which was bigger than the room I used to have. It was a plain brown room, there was two windows on the other side across from the door. There was a bed that looked slightly bigger than a cot. It had a pillow, a sheet and a blanket. There was a lamp and a small wash basin. I put down my packs that held my clothes on the cot. I spotted a small dresser near the wash basin. I began to unpack when I heard a knock on the door.

“Come in.” I said.

The door opened and another of the sisters walked in. She was about my age, taller and flaming red hair. She smiled at me.

“Hi. I’m Sister Margret. Welcome to the Seven Sister’s Convent.”

“Hi. I’m Helena. Thank you for welcoming me.”

“Mother Sybil said we were to be mates.”

“Mates?”

“Yes, like a buddy.”

“Oh.”

Margret sat down on the cot next to the packs. She smiled at me more. I couldn’t help but smile back. She giggled and motioned for me to sit next to her.

“I’m in the room right across from yours. It’s nice to see a new face.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. We don’t get many new comers. Mostly because we’re in such a remote region.”

“Still its nice to meet you.”

She wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled her face into my breasts. I was dumb struck. She giggled and nuzzled me a little more before sitting down properly.

“Sorry. It’s just you’re so beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

“If we were on the out side I’d so want to date you.”

“Um…ok?

“Well I must be off, I got dinner duty tonight.”

With that Margret left my small room. She winked at me before closing the door. I blushed slightly. I shook my head and unpacked my things. I finished near dinner time.

*Fast Forward a couple of months*

“HELENA!”

“Hmm? Oh Marg! How are you?”

“I’m good. I wanted to know if you’d join me and the others for the Winter Solstice.”

“Ooh yes very much.”

Later that night…

“Mmhm Helena.”

“What?”

“I love you Helena.”

“Wait what?!”

“You heard me. I love you.”

Margret wrapped her arms around my neck and purred. Suddenly… Soft lips on soft skin....Like the flesh of a ripe peach....Teeth lightly scraping the skin....The tongue snakes out to lick the taut, firm skin. That wonderful, salty-sweet taste of flesh....One hand starts rubbing it....giving more pleasure to Helena. Slowly....the hand locks around a handful, squeezing...

Soft, sweet gasps can be heard from the lips of the angel that possesses this great asset. The pressure is more intense, but then slowly ebbs as the hand releases, only to regain its grip. Teeth run across the string of the red thong barely clothing the skin, slightly pulling it from the beautiful creature's body. The teeth bite down, the head slowly moving itself downward, past the thighs.....the smooth plane of the legs, and down to the feet...Lips kiss the feet, like a young oracle worshipping a Greek statue. The lips trace a perfect line up the even more perfect legs, savoring the smooth texture. They rest briefly on the thighs, hands massaging them, their skin feeling almost of glorious as the plane just a few inches north. Finally, the destination is reached, the now totally unclothed posterior of this perfect maiden.

Lips quiver at the mere touch of the skin, but slowly make their way across the plane, breathing ragged. A cheek rests against the toned, perfect muscle. It's almost certain the angel is turning red at this show of intimacy. A quiet moan escapes her once again as a hand finds a grip on her. The hand begins massaging, kneading her silky skin. The lips pay tribute to her again, the cheek still laying on her. The servant's naked body moves to conform with her master's, her eyes fluttering at the mere thought of touching her curves, let alone actually doing so. her lips find her neck, feeling her pulse. she says a silent prayer to whatever Divine creature blessed him with this daughter of Aphrodite. she locks her arms around her waist, an index finger straying downward, sampling the skin of the smooth, shaved plane.

The goddess gasps, feeling him so, so very close to her center of pleasure, the single region that can bring a feeling not even heaven can. she chuckles, slowly feeling her master buckle under her touch. she does not push further, respecting her dignity for now, waiting for her white-hot intensity to take him, as it always did in the past. He nuzzled her nose into her shoulder, taking in the flowery fragrance of her body.

Her head suddenly turns, searching for her lips. She finds them, inviting hers to her. The attraction of the two pairs is almost magnetic, as they seal against one another, letting not even the cold, skeletal hand of Death break them apart. As the lips form into one, tongues intertwine, and soon neither one knows which mouth is truly their own.

Arms move up the graceful lady's body, across her flat stomach, fingers briefly entertaining themselves with the cool blue gem in the angel's navel. The arms seperate, each hand exploring a different set of ribs. The angel, still locked in a kiss with her lover, shudders as the fingers play across each curved bone.

The hands, no longer interested in the ribs, move higher, to the small mounds on her chest, their size giving to her elegant, innocent appearence. The hands grab one each, moving in slow, sensual circles. Moans pass through the sex goddess' mouth, entering the lovers, the hot air intense, but she still finds himself swallowing it down. Her whole body trembles, melting into ther young man's arms.

She arches into her hands, begging and pleading for more pleasure. When she moves back down, her spot of sensitivity bumps into her thick shaft. This breaks the what seemed eternal kiss, causing her to moan aloud, assuming her lover finally wanted to consumate this heavenly scene. Her slender finger trace her manhood, holding it steady as she pushes him inside herself.

Her body shudders, her very bones jellying as she feels her lover, already informed of her intent, starts sliding skillfully inside her body. She grips the sheets, biting her lower lip to not scream as pleasure rips through every muscle in her body. He continues sliding, her warm, wet walls caressing him. He picks up the pace, the friction making the events inside the angel hotter by the second.

The angel cannot hold her tongue any longer. She screams loudly, calling out her lover's name in ragged, labored breaths. This only arouses him further, pushing him the push her. her hand do not waiver in their assault on her breasts. she senses one final push as her inner sanctums become white hot. Finally, there is a loud, exaggerated sigh, she releases her warm seed into her aching, wet body. Simultaneously, she showers over her hard-worked member, screaming her name once again.

He rubs inside her briefly, feeling the sticky textures. The goddess shudders, pleading he not continue, her body spent from this extremely recent event. He laughs, turning her to face him. He touches her cheek, stares into her beautiful, hazel eyes, and pledges, "I will go to the ends of the earth to see you as happy as you are tonight."

She answers with but a kiss, a deep, passionate kiss that endures even after the two close their eyes, slipping off into their dreams of one another.