In the dimly lit confession booth, Isabella’s heart raced. Her brunette hair was a wild mess, cascading down her shoulders. She licked her lips, tasting the remnants of the fishnet-clad siren’s lipstick.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.
The priest’s voice was muffled behind the screen. “Go on, my child.”
Isabella hesitated, then began to recount her tale. “I was in the church, praying for strength, when she approached me. She wore a fishnet body stocking, her body on display, and her eyes were full of sin.”
She paused, recalling the way the woman’s tongue had danced over her earlobe, her neck. The way her hands had roamed over Isabella’s body, igniting a fire in her core.
“She seduced me, Father. She kissed me, touched me, and I couldn’t resist. I let her lead me to the confessional, where she…she pleasured me.”
Isabella’s breath hitched as she remembered the feeling of the woman’s fingers inside her, the way she had moaned with pleasure. The way she had tasted, salty and sweet.
“I didn’t mean to, Father. It just happened. I’m so sorry.”
The priest’s voice was husky when he spoke. “My child, do not be ashamed of your desires. But you must remember, such acts are forbidden in the eyes of the Lord.”
Isabella nodded, her body still tingling with pleasure. “Yes, Father. I understand.”
As she left the confessional, she couldn’t help but think about the woman in the fishnet body stocking. She knew she should feel guilty, but she couldn’t help the way her body ached for more.
She would sin again, she knew. And she would enjoy every moment of it.
