In the dimly lit confession booth of St. Margaret’s church, Sister Mary, a brunette with long, messy hair, knelt before the screen separating her from the priest. Her heart raced as she began to speak.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I have been plagued by impure thoughts and desires. I know it is wrong, but I cannot help the way I feel.”
On the other side of the screen, Father Thomas listened intently. He had heard confessions like this before, but something about Sister Mary’s voice made his heart race. He couldn’t help but imagine what she looked like under her habit.
“Go on, my child,” he urged her.
“I have been having dreams about a man, a stranger. In my dreams, he takes me in ways that I know are forbidden. I am consumed by my desire for him, Father. I cannot control it.”
Father Thomas couldn’t resist any longer. He stood up and walked over to the other side of the screen. When he saw Sister Mary, he was taken aback by her beauty. Her hair was even more messy than he had imagined, and her eyes were full of longing.
Without a word, he reached out and pulled her to her feet. He could feel the heat emanating from her body as he pulled her close. She looked up at him with a mixture of fear and excitement.
He leaned in and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. She responded with equal passion, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
Father Thomas reached down and lifted the hem of Sister Mary’s habit, revealing her fishnet stockings and the lacy undergarments beneath. He groaned as he felt her body pressed against his, her curves a perfect fit against his own.
He reached down and pulled her panties aside, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him. She moaned as he touched her, her hips grinding against his hand.
