You know I've read so many updates on fanfiction stories where the writers say something like sorry for the late update, or life is so hectic right now so I won't be able to upload as often, or I don't know when I'm going to be updating. I actually had plans to update last week but shit life happened lol Seriously I understand what they mean by that now and to think I'm only on my second chapter...

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.

She couldn't believe what had just come out of her mothers mouth and judging by the look on her face, she didn't seem to think it was a big deal.

"Wait mom you're telling me that my therapist is a damn priest?!"

"Clary listen Reverend Ezekiel will know what's best in how to guide you in a both a mental and spiritual way towards the right path." Her mother said and proceeded to continue to eat her dinner as if she hadn't just dropped a bomb shell on Clary.

"Mom he's a priest! We're talking about a man who has been sexually deprived for years!" At this point she had gotten up from from her seat and began pacing around the room trying to figure out why her mother would even think this was a good idea in the first place.

"Clary don't start with me!" Her mother had finally stopped eating and turned to look at her with an impassive look on her face.

"How can I not? For all I know he's going to beat one out as soon as he hears that I like to be choked while they pound me into oblivion." She couldn't help but feel slightly uneasy about the whole situation.

"CLARISSA THATS ENOUGH!" Her mother yelled as she rose from her chair. Her cheeks were flushed and her forehead began to crease. A clear indication that she was beginning to get very upset. "Remember what we agreed on." Her mother once again reminded her.

"Mom I know but I thought that I was going to talk to a PROFESSIONAL." She couldn't help but retort. "You know someone who has actually studied or has some background knowledge on what you like to refer to as a 'disease.' I don't feel comfortable confessing my 'sins' to an older man of God. I'm sorry if I feel very uncomfortable about this whole thing!" She exclaimed as she sat back down on her chair feeling slightly overwhelmed by this whole conversation.

Her mother stared at her for a while before she sat back into her own seat. She wasn't sure what she was thinking and that frustrated her. Clary had always been an open book. I guess you could blame that on her bluntness. But her mother on the other hand had the poker face of a professional gambler. She had a way of being able to block from her face what she was thinking. Giving no indication of what her decision might be and that would frustrate Clary beyond belief. "Fine I will make an appointment with a Professional." Her mother finally agreed. "But you will be talking to someone about this Clary it's not right what you're doing. A young girl like you shouldn't be thinking about such inappropriate things. Especially when you haven't lived your life and are not in a courtship with anyone."

"Courtship? What the fuck mom? Seriously you've been watching that show way too much again." She couldn't help but blurt out with a sour look on her face.

"Clary..." Her mother began to exasperate as a warning.

"Seriously mom I get it, I have to close my legs and cover my eyes against the opposite sex until the Lord provides me with a decent companion. If I'm lucky he might actually like anal." Truthfully she didn't know how much she could actually stay away from the opposite sex. Not because of sex. Ok maybe not mainly because of sex but mostly because she actually rather hang out with guys rather than girls. Let's just say that she's had experience with many bitches in her past. I swear girls can be cruel when they want to be.

"CLARISSA!" She hadn't even realized her mother had been calling her name while she was having an internal conversation.

"Seriously mom how you managed to give birth to me is beyond me..." She's wondered this more than once since her mother seemed so against sex. She would have actually believed she was adopted had she not been an exact replica of her mother.

"Get out of my sight before I do something I might not regret." She warned before she continued to eat her dinner.

With a roll of her eyes Clary got up from her seat and walked away. It wasn't like she held it against her mother for what she believed she was doing right. I mean in a way she understood why her mother would react to her teenage daughter the way that she was. She just hates that in the end it came down to religion. She wasn't a non believer but she also wasn't obsessed either. She just trusted that her own faith was enough without trying to get influenced by those who deemed themselves holy.

She hated how her mother acted like something was wrong with her for having what she liked to call a healthy sexual appetite. She knew how to be safe and would speak up if she didn't like anything. There's nothing wrong with seeking release every now and then preferably with a companion.

Maybe now that she thought about it being set up to meet with the reverend isn't so bad. It's actually kind of hot. She can already picture herself walking in. Seeing the older man who happens to be in his late 20s but is devilishly handsome. He takes in her outfit and she'll feel a thrill knowing that he's watching her. He'll ask questions and she'll answer as sensually as possible and in the end they'll end up having sex like in many porno films that she's watched.

Fuck she can feel herself starting to get wet. As soon as she walked into her room she made sure to lock her door and and get her things ready. Once she was on her bed she began to search for a video online with a specific category. After choosing the right video about a priest and a girl doing it inside of a confessional, she picked up her vibrator and hit play.

She pictures it was her who was confessing her sins while the priest was masturbating. She watched as the girl on screen started touching herself just like the priest.

"Shit..." She started to increase her pace a bit with the vibrator in her hand. She made sure to stimulate her clit from the short end of the vibrator while she pumped it in and out of herself. There's was something thrilling about watching them touch themselves while they wished they could pleasure each other. She knew how they felt. She had been dick deprived for weeks now.

"Fuck...ugh" She couldn't help but moan. She was close. She could feel it coming and this time she didn't wait for the people on screen in order to cum she just let go. She convulsed for a bit and continued to let the video play until they both came. She felt contempt for now. Maybe she should tell her mom that she wouldn't mind seeing Reverend Ezekiel in the hopes that her little fantasy could become a reality.

Fuck never mind. Why would she even think that after insinuating that the priest could be a pervert. Maybe there was something wrong with her. She shut down her laptop, cleaned herself off, and decided to take a nap. She couldn't sleep though and if she were honest with herself she felt a bit guilty about what she just did. She was thinking of seducing a man she had never met and played a porn video about the scenario just to get herself off. Once again she asked herself if maybe her mother was right and the amount of sex that she wanted to have wasn't healthy? But then again what would be considered normal?

I hope you guys enjoyed that. Let me know what you think so far!