In the dimly lit confession booth of a small, forgotten church, a woman with messy brunette hair knelt before the priest. Her long locks cascaded down her back, framing her face and the fishnet top she wore. She had come seeking forgiveness for her sins, but what she would find instead was something much more carnal.
As she confessed her sins, the priest found himself unable to look away from her. The way her chest heaved with every breath, the curve of her hips, the seductive glint in her eye. He knew he should resist, but he couldn’t help himself. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her face, and she leaned into his touch.
