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I Have Sinned

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned, and will probably continue to do so"

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In the dim confessional, the air heavy with the scent of aged wood and incense, a young woman knelt behind the screen. She was slender and attractive, her long blond hair spilling down her back. Her cropped white t-shirt offered a glimpse of her midriff, and her fitted leggings accentuated her curves. At nearly eighteen, she possessed a youthful allure, an enticing mix of innocence and seduction. Her voice, soft yet confident, filled the small space with a subtle, captivating tone.

"Father, I have sinned. I touch myself, each day, twice or more."

The priest shifted on his seat, the wooden bench creaking beneath him. He cleared his throat, attempting to maintain his composure.

"Tell me, child, what leads you to this act? What causes your ardour? You must understand, such actions are not in line with the teachings of our faith."


She took a slow, steady breath, her voice unwavering. She had been grappling with her desires for months, feeling a deep sense of guilt and shame. She needed someone to understand, to hear her without judgement.

"I wake up with a need, Father. My body aches, my breasts swell, my nipples hard and eager to be touched, to be relieved."


He tried to focus on his duty, but her words painted vivid images in his mind. He shifted uncomfortably, his cock stirring despite his attempts to ignore it. He had always prided himself on his self-control, his ability to resist temptation. But there was something about her confession that was different, something that stirred a deep, long-buried desire within him.

"And where do you touch, my child? Where do your fingers wander? Remember, the flesh is weak, but the spirit is willing."


She sensed his interest, her voice gaining confidence, her words becoming more explicit. She had never spoken about her desires so openly before, and it felt liberating, almost cathartic.

"I start with my breasts, Father, cupping them, squeezing them tight. Then I pinch my nipples, rolling them between my fingers, the sensation just right."


His breath hitched, his voice growing hoarse, his questions becoming more insistent. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground, but he couldn't help himself. He needed to know more, to understand her, to understand himself.

"And then what, my child? Where do your hands go next? Be more descriptive, less distant. But be mindful, such actions can lead you astray from the path of righteousness."

She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never gone this far in her confessions before, but she felt compelled to continue, to share her deepest secrets with this man who seemed to understand her so well.

"I... I slide my hand down, Father, beneath my leggings, inside the waistband of my panties. I can feel the heat radiating from my skin, the dampness of my desire."


He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat building within him. His grip on his rosary tightened, his knuckles turning white. He had always been taught to suppress his desires, to deny his own needs. But her words were too vivid, too enticing.

"What do you do then, my child? What do you feel? You must be careful, for the devil finds work for idle hands."

She took a deep breath, her voice barely a whisper. She could feel her cheeks flushing, her body responding to her own words, her own memories.

"I... I rub my clit, Father. Slow at first, then faster, my hips rising to meet my own touch. It feels... It feels so good, Father. It feels like nothing else in the world matters, like everything else fades away."


He shifted uncomfortably, his cock growing harder, his body aching. He tried to focus on his duty, but her words were too much. He adjusted his position, trying to ease the discomfort of his erection, his voice growing thick.

"And how does it feel, my child? Describe it to me, your pleasure, your sensation. But know this, the pleasures of the flesh are fleeting, and they can lead you away from the light."

She could hear the desperation in his voice, the raw need, the hunger. Her body responded, her panties damp, her own desire burning. She had never felt so alive, so free, so unashamed.

"It feels hot, Father, wet and slippery. My fingers slide easily, my body alight, my pussy awake. It feels like... like I'm finally alive, finally free."


As she continued to speak, she noticed a change in the priest's breathing, a subtle shift in his movements. She paused, her suspicion growing.

"Father... are you touching yourself?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern.

He froze, his hand still on his thigh, his cock throbbing beneath his robes. He took a deep, shaky breath, trying to regain his composure.

"I... I am merely adjusting my position, child. The bench is uncomfortable, and I... I am trying to ease my discomfort."


She hesitated, unsure whether to believe him, but ultimately decided to continue her confession.

"I see, Father. I just... I thought I heard something, that's all."

She took a deep breath, her voice steady once more.

"And do you ever, my child," he rasped, his voice barely audible, trying to maintain control, his body straining, "Do you ever put your fingers inside? Do you ever fuck yourself, feeling your own heat, your own wetness, your own tightness? You must be cautious, for the road to hell is paved with good intentions."


She could hear the struggle in his voice, the internal conflict. She knew he was trying to resist, but she also knew he was losing the battle. She had never felt so powerful, so in control, so understood.

"Yes, Father," she breathed, her voice barely a gasp, her fingers mimicking her words. "I fuck myself, Father, hard and deep. My fingers curl inside me, my body convulsing, my pleasure unfurled."

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He tried to resist, to focus on his duty, but her words were too much. He adjusted his position, trying to ease the discomfort of his erection, his voice growing thick.

"And how many fingers, my child? How deep do you go? How hard do you fuck yourself, your body quaking? Be mindful, for the sins of the flesh can weigh heavily on the soul."


She knew he was struggling, her own hand moving beneath her leggings, her fingers sliding inside her panties, her body taking the lead. She had never felt so connected, so seen, so understood.

"Three fingers, Father," she moaned, her body arching, her breath hitching, her desire peaking. "I fuck myself deep, Father, hard and fast. My body trembles, my orgasm is streaking."

He couldn't ignore the heat anymore, his hand moving involuntarily to his lap, trying to suppress his need. His fingers gripped his thigh, his cock throbbing, his body begging for release, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Tell me more," he groaned, his voice barely a whisper, his body tensing, his resistance crumbling. "Tell me how it feels, my child, as your body succumbs, as your pleasure is evident. But remember, the Lord sees all, and He knows the secrets of your heart."


She could hear the desperation in his voice, the raw need, the hunger. Her body responded, her hand moving frantically beneath her leggings, her fingers slick and wet, her own climax nearing. She had never felt so alive, so free, so understood.

"It feels intense, Father," she gasped, her body convulsing, her fingers sliding easily, her pleasure building. "I feel the heat, the tension, the coiling deep within, the need that can't be met."


Her hand moved faster, her fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy, her body shaking with the intensity of her pleasure. She could feel her muscles tensing, her pussy clenching around her fingers, the sensation driving her wild.

"I'm so close, Father," she moaned, her voice filled with desperation and need. "I can feel it building, the pressure, the heat. My body is shaking, my hand moving faster, my fingers sliding in and out, in and out."


Her moans grew louder, her body trembling with the impending release. She could feel the wetness building, the pressure inside her growing unbearable. Her muscles tensed, her pussy clenching tightly around her fingers, the sensation pushing her over the edge.


"F-Father," she cried out, her body shuddering violently, her hand moving frantically beneath her leggings. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body convulsing, her muscles tensing, her pussy clenching and releasing in rapid succession.

She felt the wetness gush out of her, soaking her panties and leggings, the sensation of release overwhelming her. Her moans filled the confessional, her body shaking uncontrollably, her pleasure consuming her completely.


"I'm... I'm c-coming, F-Father, I'm... I'm c-coming h-hard, my... my b-body l-lost, my... my s-senses... enslaved," she gasped, her voice barely coherent, her body wracked with pleasure.

He groaned, his own release pulsing through him, his body shuddering, his cock throbbing, his underwear damp with his seed, spent. Their climaxes intertwined, their bodies connected, their shared sin evident.


He felt the intensity of his swollen member suddenly exploding, the cum spurting and spraying inside his underwear. The sensation was overwhelming, his body convulsing with each powerful jet of release. He could feel the warmth spreading, the sticky wetness soaking through his clothes. The pleasure was so intense that it bordered on pain, his cock throbbing with each pulse of his orgasm.

As the waves of pleasure began to subside, he felt the cum cooling within his underwear, the sticky sensation becoming almost nasty. The wetness clung to his skin, making him acutely aware of the aftermath of his release. The once-pleasurable warmth turned into an uncomfortable dampness, the stickiness a reminder of his transgression.

He looked down at his lap, the evidence of his release visible, his body relaxed, his mind a mix of shame and exhilaration. A silent acknowledgment passed between them, a shared secret, a mutual revelation.


She took a deep breath, her voice soft and steady.

"Father, I confess because I need to be heard. I need to know that I'm not alone in my desires, that someone understands me. I've been carrying this guilt for so long, and I just needed to let it out, to feel free."


He nodded, his voice barely a whisper.

"And I listened because I needed to understand. I needed to know that I'm not alone in my struggles, that someone sees me. I've been denying my own desires for so long, and I just needed to feel alive, to feel understood. But we must both remember, the path to redemption is not an easy one, and it requires constant vigilance and repentance."

They sat in silence for a moment longer, their shared experience lingering in the air. Then, slowly, they stood up, their bodies still trembling slightly, their hearts pounding with the weight of their confession.


As they stepped out of the confessional, the church seemed different, the air lighter, the world more vivid. They walked away from each other, their paths diverging, but their shared secret binding them together, a silent understanding, a forbidden balm.


In the days that followed, they would think back on their shared moment, their bodies aching with the memory, their hearts yearning for more. But they would also find solace in the knowledge that they were not alone, that someone understood them, that someone saw them for who they truly were.

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