In the dimly lit confessional booth, a woman with fishnet stockings and messy brunette hair knelt down. Her long hair cascaded down her back, and she began to speak in a hushed tone.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been weeks since my last confession,” she confessed.
The priest listened attentively, his breath heavy beneath his robes. He could sense the woman’s desire, even through the partition that separated them.
“Go on, my child,” he urged her.
“I have been with a man, Father. We have sinned together in the most carnal of ways. I couldn’t resist him, even though I knew it was wrong,” she admitted.
The priest’s heart raced. He had never felt such desire for a confessor before. He couldn’t help but imagine the woman’s curves, barely concealed by her fishnet stockings and short skirt.
“Tell me more,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“He touched me, Father. His hands were all over my body. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. I could feel his desire for me, and I couldn’t resist him,” she said, her voice growing more breathless with each word.
The priest’s hand drifted down to his robe, and he began to touch himself.
“What did he do next, my child?” he asked, his voice heavy with desire.
“He touched me here,” she said, her hand drifting down to her pussy. “He stroked me gently, and I could feel myself getting wet. He kissed my neck, my ears, and my breasts. He teased my nipples with his fingers, making me moan with pleasure.”
The priest’s hand moved faster, his breath coming in short gasps.
“And then?” he asked, his voice strained.
“He went down on me, Father. He licked me here,” she said, her voice growing more breathless with each word. “It felt so good, Father. I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure. He made me cum, Father. I couldn’t help it.”
The priest couldn’t take it any longer. He came, his seed spilling onto the floor of the confessional booth.
“Go in peace, my child. Your sins are forgiven,” he said, his voice still heavy with desire.
The woman got up, her lips curling into a seductive smile.
“Thank you, Father. I knew you would understand,” she said, before walking out of the confessional booth.
The priest sat there, his breath heavy and his body still trembling with pleasure. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He had never felt such desire before, and he knew he would never forget this confession.
