𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

Forgive me Father for I have sinned

'Come to me, darling girl' keeps playing in your head as you walk out of the store. And while you're thinking, you walk automatically without paying attention to where you're going.

Much to your relief, the constant repetition of the same words ceases, giving you the opportunity to think for yourself. Yet, now realising you've been strolling for a while, you look up and see yourself outside the church.

"What the hell?" you blurt out, your mouth falling open while your puzzled gaze veers up at the tall wooden building.

You were supposed to be heading home, but somehow your feet ended up here instead.

"Why the hell am I here?" you mutter as you approach the entrance. The moment you neared, the front door began to creak open, and a chill of unease ran up your spine.

You pause, wondering, "Should I?," before extending your arms and cautiously pushing it fully open. It swung wide and you hovered in the doorway.

As the night sky began to become darker, you were drawn to the church's lighted interior. You crossed the threshold while feeling your stomach twitch with nervousness.

You gazed around warily, but there didn't appear to be anyone in the empty, quiet hall, not even Tom.

You walked down the middle aisle, but spotted the confessional booth on the far left of the hall. Curiosity got the better of you, and so you approached it, sliding yourself inside, and taking a seat.

You felt silly and immediately thought of leaving, having no clue how the whole religious confession process worked. However, just as you were to get up and exit the booth, you hear movement on the opposite side as someone enters and sits down.

A small latticed compartment opens and a sultry deep voice speaks. It's Tom, he's asking you to confess.

Your body experienced an instantaneous adrenaline rush, excited by the prospect of being alone in a cramped area with him. You became turned on and energised.

"I've been a bad girl, daddy"

Oh fuck, did I just say my thoughts out loud?

Your heart pounded against your chest at your inappropriate slip of tongue. It was so uncharacteristic of you. Sure, your mind thought such obscenities but you never acted them out.

Tom remained silent for a few seconds, then just like how he taught you to fix a shelf, he began teaching you how to correctly start a confession.

"It's forgive me father for I have sinned." he instructs, waiting for you to repeat his words.

You feel compelled to continue stepping out of your natural behaviour. A mischievousness comes over you, and you feel naughty.

"Yes, daddy I have sinned, I keep having impure thoughts about someone"

Why am I doing this, what the fuck ... I'm well and truly damned.

The booth stayed silent throughout, yet he appeared to be breathing more heavily. And at this point, you weren't certain if the butterflies in your stomach were caused by excitement or nerves. You were thrilled, carefree, and totally unsure, but also so utterly aroused.

"It's forgive me father for I have sinned" Tom reiterates in a more authoritative tone.

The shockwaves that were caused by your suggestive role play made your body tremble with desire. You snub his more commanding tone, enjoying it more than anything else, and curtly carry on speaking.

"I fantasise about him everyday. His large hands caressing my body. His tongue tasting me" 

You find yourself swaying slightly against your seat, desperate for friction to alleviate the intense ache in your pussy. You move to squeezing your thighs together instead, and finally your desperation was eased a little by the pressure on your clit, but it also made a faint whimper escape your mouth.