The Confession

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Father Patrick is new. He has been giving lectures and receiving confessions for three months already.

His voice makes me melt like butter. His voice makes my pussy steaming hot and moist wet. I attend these lectures with my mother only to hear his romantic, soothing voice. I can’t comprehend a word he says. I just sit there and stare at his handsome face. I imagine myself sitting on his lap, being trapped in his warm embrace.

He is beautifully tanned. At least his face is. His black clerical robes always covers his whole body. His sharp facial features create intense, erotic shadows that invite me to seduce him.

It is three in the afternoon and he is concluding the parable of the Prodigal Son. He finally shuts his black notebook and stands up.

The room is silent. We all kneel down. Everyone in the room is deep in prayer.

I admire his hands, clasped together as he recites a prayer silently. He has dark beautiful hands. His aging fingers are long and rough. I want to touch them right now. The only time I’ve felt his touch was when I fell six painful steps down the stairs. I sat there trying to rub the pain off my leg when he asked me if I was okay. Then he offered me his hand. I willingly took it with my shaking hand and blushed like a red apple. My hair covered my whole face as I thanked him. I didn’t want him to see me in utter embarrassment. He smiled at me and I quickly limped away to sit with my mother.

I play that event in my mind as I masturbate every night.

He thanks us for coming and we exit the chapel. He walks out the room before everybody else and enters a confessional. There are two confessionals divided by a thin wall. The wall has a wooden screen in the middle for the anonymous sinner to confess to a priest. The sinner on the right confessional, the priest on the left.

I wait for my turn. There are three people in line in front of me.

This is the first time I am going to confess to him. I was too afraid before. But right now, I am finally going to do it. Just the thought of the two of us having a conversation makes my heart skip a beat. I think about what I am going to say. What sins have I committed since the last time I confessed? I don’t know. I argued with my mother. I lied to my friend. I hit my sister lightly. I said the lord’s name in vain. I don\'t even have a sister.

As usual.

I was too ashamed to tell anyone my most horrible sins.

Lust. Masturbation. Pre-marital sex. Adultery. I was a sexual mess.

The one sin I especially don’t want anyone to know is my love for Father Patrick. Someone I cannot have. And I am about to confess my sins to him. Should I tell him everything? It would be anonymous anyway.

Holy shit.

It’s my turn now. I just stand there, pretending to stare at the ceiling. My mother taps my shoulder and tells me that it’s my turn.

I take a deep breath and walk inside. I kneel down and rest my arms on the pew. His sudden whisper startles me: “In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.\"

My face burns red and I stutter heavily.

“B-b-b-bless me, F-f-father, for I have sinned.”

Silence.

Father Patrick waits. “Yes?”

“Bless me, Father .. It has been a month since my last confession.”

I close my eyes and bite my upper lip. Oh God, his voice. So coarse and so sexy. My pussy gets hot and my heart beats rapidly. Just when I was about to say something, he says “And. Um. What are your sins, my child?”

“I argued with my mother. I lied to my friend.”

“Yes?”

“I hit my sister lightly. I said the lord’s name in vain.”

Silence.

I continue. “For these and for all my sins, I am sorry.”

I hear a sigh from the other side of the screen. “Okay,” he says. “Is that all you’ve done? You don’t have to be afraid to tell me. You have to be honest to God.”

“Yes,” I say.

“Are you in love?”

“What?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No.”

He clears his throat. “Do you go to parties?”

“Yes. Sometimes.”

“Have you experimented with drugs? Or consumed large amounts of alcohol?”

“I’ve never experimented with drugs. But I have consumed alcohol.”

“Okay,” he says, obviously satisfied. “But have you ever been in love?”

I am not sure what to say. “In love?”

“Yes. In love.”

Of course I’ve been in love, I think. “Yes.”

“Have you had sexual relations with anyone you’ve been in love with?”

Should I tell him? My heart beats even faster and my jaw drops.

“Yes, I have.”

“Okay,” he says calmly. “And you’ve never confessed this act?”

I shake my head, and then realize that he can’t see me. “No. I have not. It’s not easy to say it.”

“My child, you have nothing to fear. Telling all your sins will help you be with God,” he says again. “Do you think this act resulted from being influenced by, say, television? Or your friends?”

“I don’t know …I’m only human.”

“Do you realize that this is a mortal sin? You have performed premaritalsex. Try not to do it again, my child. Your penance---“

Out of the blue, not knowing what is making me do it, I interrupt him and say, “Wait. I’m not done yet.”

“Go on.”

“I’ve been masturbating. A lot. Every night.”

He is obviously surprised. He clears his throat. “Oh. Okay.”

“I ..,” I hesitate. Blood rushes rapidly through my veins. “I have given oral sex to men and women.”

“Okay. Your penance---“

“I like to suck genitalia and I get paid doing it in the streets.\" Nope, not true. I am going insane.

\"I am a bisexual,\" I continue. \"I lost my virginity at fifteen and I have had sex with over thirty men and women. Most of them twice my age.” Yep, these have happened.

“Okay, that’s enough---\"

\"I also enjoy having sex with my dog.\" Not true.

\"Oh, my God.\"

“What? You don’t believe me?” I am sweating. “You want to know all my sins, right? Well, you have just given me the courage to tell you everything.”

“Okay,” he sighs.

I take a deep breath. “I am in love with someone I can’t have. And I masturbate about him every night.”

“Go on,” he says with a nervous tone.

“Father Patrick.”

He clears his throat again. “Yes?”

“Father, that someone is a priest.”

He gasps. “What?”

“I masturbate about a priest. Can you guess which priest I want to fuck?”

“Use of profanity is forbidden in the house of God, my child!”

“Sorry,” I say. “Well? Can you guess?”

“I’m not up for games right now. A lot of people are lining up outside and I cannot tolerate your attitude, young lady.”

“I’m just telling you what you want to hear!”

“But you are going too far! This is a blessed sacrament and you have to take this seriously!” His voice is still very calm.

I don’t say anything.

Silence.

We are very still and silent. We hear someone tapping his or her foot from outside.

“The Act of Contrition, ten Hail Marys, five Our Fathers and the---“

“It’s you,” I confess. I’ve never been so honest.

“Pardon me?”

“It’s you. You’re the one I … like.”

We are silent again.

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To be continued ...