In the dimly lit confession booth of a small church, a brunette woman with long hair and messy from running her fingers through it sat nervously. Her name was Sophia, a 28-year-old woman who had been away from the church for years.
Father Gabriel, a man in his late 40s, sat quietly on the other side of the partition. He had heard confessions for years, but something about Sophia’s voice made him listen intently.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” Sophia whispered, her voice shaking. “It’s been years since my last confession.”
“Go on, my child,” Father Gabriel replied.
Sophia took a deep breath, “I’ve been with a man who is not my husband. We’ve done things that I know are wrong. I can’t stop thinking about him. His touch, his kiss, and what we do together.”
Father Gabriel listened, his heart racing. He knew he should not feel this way, but he couldn’t help it. He had never felt this attracted to someone before.
“Tell me more,” Father Gabriel said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sophia hesitated for a moment before continuing. “He touched me in ways I’ve never been touched before. He kissed my neck and sucked on my earlobes. He cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples. I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure.”
Father Gabriel shifted in his seat, feeling a stirring in his loins. He had never heard such explicit details in a confession before.
“Did he touch you down there?” Father Gabriel asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, Father,” Sophia replied, her voice filled with shame. “He caressed my pussy and rubbed my clit. He made me cum harder than I ever had before.”
Father Gabriel couldn’t help himself. He reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it through his pants.
