In the dimly lit confessional booth, a brunette woman with long, messy hair knelt down, her fishnet stockings creaking softly. Her name was Sophia, a devout follower of the church, but today, she had a different kind of confession to make.
Sophia had been having impure thoughts for quite some time now. Every time she closed her eyes, she would imagine the touch of a man, the feel of his skin against hers. It was a constant battle, but she couldn’t help but give in to her desires.
