For I have sinned…

Church cross in the moonlight

I dress for it. A skirt, no panties, naked and wet already before I even enter I am ready. The small space smells of incense and polish as I knee on the cushion. Even before the curtain is drawn back from the small grated window I am already touching myself.

“Bless you my child, how long has it been since your last confession?”

His voice makes me shiver. No matter how often I do this I need more.

“Bless me my Father for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession”

I can smell my arousal and I rub, slowly and gently. I must time this right or it won’t work and I need this so very much.

“I have sinned in thought and deed Father.”

“How have you sinned my daughter?”

I can hear him move in his seat. the rustle of his cassock and surplice only serves to drive my imagination on.

“I have fantasies Father, fantasies of men. Men who touch me, who use me.”

I hear his sharp intake of breath as I utter these words and I lean towards the thin wooden grille that separates us.

“And I like what they do to me Father. I like their hands on my body. I like the way they smell, of musk and maleness.”

“You need to resist my child, fight these urges”

“I do fight them, but they hold me down and spread my legs and when I open my mouth to scream one of them fills my mouth”

His voice is hoarse as he asks

“Fills your mouth?”

“With his cock Father, his hard cock silencing me”

I am close now, one finger on my clit as I slide two fingers from my right hand inside me. I am so wet I am sure he can hear it.

“The other men hold me open and the sound of a zipper being pulled down is so very loud Father. I look to see and it is you. You Father, with your cock ready to push into me. All I can think is yes, please, fuck me Father. Use me as a vessel for your seed”

With those words my orgasm takes me, and I lay my head on the wall that keeps us apart. I lift my soaked hand and rub it against the smooth wood of the partition so he knows what I have done. How I offer myself to him.

His voice is ragged as he answers me.

“You have sinned against God and must do penance”

“Oh thank you Father, please help me mend my ways”

I say the same words the words I tell him every week

“My Father, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good, I have sinned against you, whom I should love above all things. I firmly intend, with your help, to do penance, to sin no more, and to avoid whatever leads me to sin.
In your name Father please, have mercy on your wanton little slut”

With that I stand and depart. Leaving my sins and the scent of my sins for whomever shall follow.

 

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