In the dimly lit confession booth of a small church, a long-haired brunette woman sat nervously, her heart pounding in her chest. She had come to confess her sins, her transgressions, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she wanted something more.
Father Thomas, a man of God with a muscular build and a ruggedly handsome face, sat on the other side of the partition, listening intently to the woman’s confession. He had heard many sins in his time, but something about this woman’s voice, her tone, drew him in.
As the woman spoke, Father Thomas couldn’t help but notice the way her breath hitched when she mentioned her desires, her fantasies. He felt a stirring in his loins, a heat that he hadn’t felt in years. He knew he should resist, but he couldn’t help himself.
