In the dimly lit confessional, Maria knelt, her long blonde hair cascading down her back. She wore a tight-fitting fishnet dress that accentuated her small, firm breasts and the curve of her hips. Her heart raced as she began to speak.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been three days since my last confession.”
The priest’s voice was muffled through the confessional screen. “Go on, my child.”
Maria took a deep breath, her mind flooding with memories of her recent transgressions. “I have been with a man, Father. We have committed the sin of lust, and I have taken great pleasure in it.”
The priest remained silent, but Maria could hear his heavy breathing. She knew he was aroused by her confession, and the thought only fueled her desire.
“I met him in the church, Father. He was praying, and I couldn’t help but be drawn to him. We talked, and I felt a connection. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t resist.”
Maria paused, recalling the moment when they had first touched. His hand had brushed against hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She had looked into his eyes, and in that moment, she knew they would be together.
“We went to my apartment, Father. He was gentle and kind, but I could see the fire in his eyes. He touched me, Father. He kissed my neck and sucked on my nipples. I was wet, Father. So wet.”
Maria’s voice trembled as she continued. “He fingered me, Father. He put his fingers inside me and rubbed my clit. It felt so good, Father. I couldn’t help but moan. I begged him to fuck me, Father. And he did.”
The priest’s breathing grew heavier, and Maria knew he was imagining the scene. She could feel herself getting wet again, her pussy aching for release.
“He entered me, Father. He filled me up, and it felt so good. We moved together, Father. It was like a dance. He fucked me hard, Father. I begged him for more. And then, I came, Father. I came so hard.”
Maria paused, her chest heaving with desire. She could hear the priest’s muffled groans, and she knew he was close to climax.
“And then, Father, he came inside me. He filled me up with his seed, Father. It was a sin, Father, but I couldn’t help it. I loved every moment of it.”
The confessional was silent for a moment, and then the priest spoke. “My child, you have sinned, but you have also confessed your sins. You must repent, but I understand your desires. Go in peace, my child, and sin no more.”
Maria rose from her knees, her body tingling with pleasure. She knew she would sin again, but for now, she would revel in the memory of her confession.
