Confessional
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				Title: <strong>Confessional</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 08:13:27</strong>
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				<em>This will be a one-on-one between Mira and tcost.</em><br><br>Father Philip Brande was new to the parish.&nbsp; He was firm in his vocation, and for the most part had been, until today, content despite the occasional pang of lust aroused in him by an attractive woman.&nbsp; He had no doubt that lust was his besetting sin, but he had no idea, yet, how greatly besetting it would become.<br><br>He had settled into his place to hear his first confession in the new church.&nbsp; It was a large, metropolitan parish, where several priests served.&nbsp; He sat there quietly for a while, until he heard the sound of the door opening from the other side.&nbsp; He sat up a little straighter, and listened to hear the words he knew he was about to hear..&nbsp; <em>Bless me, Father, for I have sinned...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Confessional</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mira</strong> on <strong>07-02-2007, 22:01:12</strong>
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				Thalia O'Connor had been seated in the pew nearest the candles for the better part of the last half hour.&nbsp; She was the picture of self-control, back straight, eyes unblinking fixed forward on the dancing lights of the flickering flames.&nbsp; Her dark brown hair hung in a prim braid down her back and her white gloved hands were folded primly in her lap.&nbsp; She'd been married in this very church almost two years ago.&nbsp; The virgin bride who bought completely into the fairy tale that love and a ring equaled happily ever after.<br><br>But her story had not worked out that way.<br><br>Her husband was a strong and handsome man but distant emotionally and physically ever since they married.&nbsp; He never enjoyed sex, just heaved and grunted over her, getting done with it as quickly as possible.&nbsp; She'd been unhappy but unable to articulate her pain.&nbsp; She didn't know how things could be different; she just assumed they could be.&nbsp; And then....well...<br><br>The guilt that accompanied her actions weighed heavily on her soul.&nbsp; She'd been raised very religious and knew her sin was of the deepest kind.&nbsp; &nbsp;Enough to condemn her soul to an eternity of torment.&nbsp; So she'd come today to make confession.&nbsp; But...telling someone of her shame?&nbsp; The idea held more horror for her than endless lakes of fire and brimstone.<br><br>Finally she gathered her courage and stood.&nbsp; She made her way passed a dozing old man, the only other parishioner in attendance this morning and found the empty booth.&nbsp; She entered and removed her thick wool coat, exposing a thin silk white blouse and a matronly wool skirt that hung to her knees.&nbsp; She hung her coat carefully on the door, taking her sweet time about sitting down....the sooner she sat the sooner she'd have to begin.<br><br>She heard a sound from the other side of the screen and knew someone was waiting.&nbsp; She wondered which Priest she'd drawn.&nbsp; She sat demurely and bent her head in contrition.<br><br>"Bless me Father for I have sinned it's been three weeks since my last confession."&nbsp; She whispered softly, voice trembling a little with shame.&nbsp; <br><br>When the reply came that she could continue she paused a moment before continuing, "I...I've had unkind thoughts Father....I've disobeyed my husband...."&nbsp; Thalia stopped for a moment, her heart was beating so fast she thought it likely to explode out of her chest.&nbsp; "And I....I've had sex with someone other than my husband...."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Confessional</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 08:25:03</strong>
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				Philip was experienced enough to know that the delays that the penitent was making often meant something serious about which she was preparing to bare her soul.&nbsp; She would have had his attention even if her voice hadn't been so angelic, the faint scent of her perfume so impossible not to notice, not to think about.&nbsp; <br><br>Okay, this was going to be a difficult one..&nbsp; Oh, dear.<br><br>The young father brushed back his dark brown hair, which bore the smallest possible tonsure.&nbsp; The light was such that he could see her, somewhat, through the screen, and she could likely see something of him.&nbsp; Not how it was supposed to be, but not a bad thing at all;&nbsp; seeing a penitent's expression helped him understand his or her true feelings somewhat better.<br><br>He bit his lip, because his mouth had gone dry.&nbsp; <br><br>"Almost no one, my daughter, goes through a single day without having an unkind thought;&nbsp; and very few wives are one hundred percent dutiful in obeying their husbands.&nbsp; These transgressions are not light nor trivial, but yet they are commonplace, and not difficult to overcome if one is sincere in the effort to put such sins aside.<br><br>"Having sex with a man to whom you're not married, however, is much more serious.&nbsp; And breaking the fidelity of the marriage vow in the doing of it is a good deal more serious still."<br><br>He shifted in his seat somewhat, uncomfortably.&nbsp; "You'd best tell me everything about this, from the very beginninng.&nbsp; In.. the most thorough detail."<br><br>Philip knew that already, he was putting his foot wrong.&nbsp; He knew that he was askng her for this information, at least in that last phrase, for his own reasons, for his own impure reasons.&nbsp; And that his pulse quickened even more as he awaited her answer.<br><br>In his last parish, he'd known where to find a discreet prostitute.&nbsp; He had no idea if such a woman even existed here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Confessional</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mira</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 08:49:36</strong>
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				“E...e...everything Father?” Thalia questioned a slight stammer in her voice.&nbsp; Her cheeks flushed hot with shame but she sincerely wanted absolution.&nbsp; If the Father needed to know everything....well, she should do as he asked.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’m not making excuses for what I did....but my husband Ryan, he....” Thalia’s voice trailed off, she felt dirty and disloyal for complaining about Ryan.&nbsp; He was a good man; he’d always taken care of her.&nbsp; Put food on the table and a roof over her head....she felt selfish for wanting more.&nbsp; &nbsp;She felt evil for having taken more.<br><br>“He’s a good man, Father.&nbsp; But he’s immune to desires of the flesh.&nbsp; I’ve tried everything.....costumes, videos, stories.....” Thalia bit her bottom lip and blushed.&nbsp; “Sorry, you probably didn’t need that much information....”<br><br>“I don’t know what it is....if he just associates sex with sin or maybe he doesn’t really like women.....”&nbsp; Thalia shrugged, letting herself slump against the hardwood of the confessional room. She looked tired and somewhat defeated, her skin was too pale, and her eyes lacked vibrancy.&nbsp; “That’s unkind of me.&nbsp; I don’t mean to be unkind.&nbsp; I’m just...tired of fighting.”<br><br>“His firm had a masked gala to celebrate their new building.&nbsp; Was done up in their finest, but the important thing is we all had masks....those little feather ones, like you might see at Mardi gras...” Thalia’s voice gave a sad little sigh as if she’d rather be in the memory than this moment.&nbsp; “Ryan said I looked indecent, my dress was low cut, but I believe we should celebrate the gifts God gave us....so we were already fighting when we went out the door....”<br><br>“We got to the party and I.....I may have had too much to drink....but I wasn’t drunk.&nbsp; Someone asked me to dance, and soon I was being passed around from song to song.&nbsp; You can’t understand, Father, how good it felt to be held....after so long of never being touched.&nbsp; We’ve been married two years and we haven’t had sex in 15 months.&nbsp; And here I was, with a brain slightly muddled, being held....passed between strong arms, pressed tight against strong bodies.....each moment my body getting closer and closer to total mutiny.&nbsp; I needed to be touched, Father.&nbsp; I needed someone to kiss me, to care, to treat me like I mattered....”&nbsp; &nbsp; Thalia hugged her arms to herself, she rubbed her hands up and down her arms....her engagement ring glinting in the half-light of the confessional booth.<br><br>“I guess that’s when it happened....”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Confessional</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>08-02-2007, 11:16:46</strong>
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				Philip took a deep breath.&nbsp; For more than one reason, to be sure.&nbsp; No matter what else he was feeling, here was a girl with a very real set of complicated problems -- and also one whom he could very probably help.&nbsp; Truly help.<br><br>If only he could keep his mind on her problems.&nbsp; So he spoke up before she could go further.<br><br>"As far as your husband goes, one of the most difficult problems that has plagued the church and people in it for two thousand years has been the idea that the physical body is bad, that sex and its other positive uses are bad.&nbsp; You are right, my daughter, that we should use and enjoy and celebrate the gifts that God gave us.&nbsp; If that's what's keeping him from you, that he associates sex with sin, maybe we can help him there;&nbsp; but of course if he doesn't really like women, that's a more fundamental problem.&nbsp; We'll get to that in time, as it's really closer to the crux of your other problems, the root of the lot of them.<br><br>"But for right now, child, go ahead and tell me what happened to you, and why you did what you have told me you have done.&nbsp; I can see that this is a great trouble to you;&nbsp; the way that you have to rub your arms, it tells me how great your need was, how great it may still be.&nbsp; Compose your thoughts, and tell me just, exactly, what you did, and why.&nbsp; And also how you have come to be remorseful about these decisions, these deeds now, and how and where your decisions would be different if you had them to make over again today."<br><br>He was leaning forward, speaking very softly at a very short distance from the screen.&nbsp; His body language spoke volumes about his own feelings here, and his own needs and deeds and decisions.&nbsp; As soft as his voice was pitched, surely she must have caught the thread of breathlessness in his tone, and everything else that that should have warned&nbsp; her about...<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Confessional</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mira</strong> on <strong>10-02-2007, 00:00:05</strong>
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				Thalia couldn’t quite put her finger on the strange note she heard in the Priest’s voice.&nbsp; Was he apprehensive?&nbsp; Nervous?&nbsp; Maybe this was the first time he’d ever had to hear this kind of confession....&nbsp; She felt even worse thinking that she was causing her listener distress.&nbsp; But, he was a Priest; you were supposed to be able to tell them anything.&nbsp; She needed to be absolved, so she’d just have to trust and follow his instructions.<br><br>“I....” she huffed a soft little exhale, biting her teeth into her bottom lip.&nbsp; Her eyes closed somewhat, as she let herself move into the memory.&nbsp; “I....don’t know who it was that pulled me into the bedroom.&nbsp; We were spinning, dancing, the room was warm and the music soft enough to send a tingle over your skin....&nbsp; My partner was wearing a mask but he had kind eyes.&nbsp; I didn’t resist when he put his arms around me and carried me into the guest room....”<br><br>“I wasn’t sure....what I wanted.&nbsp; But his hands seemed to be everywhere.&nbsp; Running up and down my torso, over my dress.... wrinkling the fabric.&nbsp; He spun me around, so my back was against his body....and.....” her voice hitched slightly, her face was warm just thinking about this.&nbsp; She felt a pulse of need low in her stomach but willed herself to ignore the sensation.&nbsp; “He was rough, grabbing my chest, squeezing me....I could feel what he wanted against my backside, I....I should’ve stopped it then.&nbsp; I should’ve left the room....”<br><br>“But...my husband never needs me.&nbsp; He never wants me....to feel that....to feel a man’s arousal and know it was for me?&nbsp; Forgive me, Father, I was weak.&nbsp; I told myself it was okay because I wasn’t touching him.&nbsp; I was just letting him touch me, rub into me, grab at me.....I told myself I was like a doll, being used up by someone else....but I wasn’t.&nbsp; I wanted him.&nbsp; I wanted him to keep touching me.&nbsp; Even when he started to pull my dress up and grab at my thighs....I wanted it. “<br><br>She stopped a minute, biting her bottom lip again.&nbsp; “Should I continue?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Confessional</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>10-02-2007, 08:00:12</strong>
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				"Yes!"&nbsp; Philip replied at once;&nbsp; he had, literally, been on the edge of his seat.<br><br>After the barest moment, though, he spoke again.&nbsp; "Well -- you should, if you feel comfortable in doing so.&nbsp; That in itself is important.&nbsp; But I need to understand as much as I can about you and your state of mind during all of this -- including as you..&nbsp; as you get more into it, to put it delicately."<br><br>He hesitated, but he leaned forward after a moment, and said more quietly, but with a clear element of excitement in his voice that he didn't bother to disguise now, "Don't you want to continue telling me about this, Daughter?"<br><br>And he allowed the back of his hand to brush against the front of his trousers.&nbsp; Man, but he was hard right now.&nbsp; He wondered if she could see what he was doing?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Confessional</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mira</strong> on <strong>10-02-2007, 20:13:18</strong>
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				The Priest’s reply had come loud and abrupt.&nbsp; It seemed very important she kept telling this story.&nbsp; Perhaps her immortal soul depended on revealing every detail of her sin?&nbsp; She’d never had a sin this big before, so she didn’t know the process for confessing it.&nbsp; So she took a breath and nodded.&nbsp; “I want to be forgiven, so I will tell you, Father...”&nbsp; She leaned a bit closer to the screen, trying to make out the man on the other side but she couldn’t quite see him.&nbsp; Oh well, she leaned back and her voice was soft as she continued.<br><br>“His hands were so rough, calloused, I’d never felt anything like them on my skin.&nbsp; He rubbed up the inside of my thighs roughly, possessively....stopping a moment to cup my....um....” she stopped to search for the appropriate word to use with a Priest... “Womanhood....in his hand.”<br><br>“He didn’t really rub my crotch, though he could tell I was getting wet and it made him growl against my neck.&nbsp; He just squeezed me there, like he was checking to see if I was ripe....then he continued his caress down onto my other thigh.&nbsp; Both his hands moved to my legs and he practically picked me up, spreading my legs apart....my backside rubbing against his crotch....”&nbsp; Her breath betrayed her arousal; the memory was the most erotic of her life.&nbsp; Just to think about it made her wet with need and shame.<br><br>“His hands moved up and down, over my belly, onto my breasts.&nbsp; He was so rough when he touched my chest, grabbing me, pinching me....things my husband would never, ever do....” her hand moved to her lap, she started rubbing her knee absent-mindedly.&nbsp; “He seemed to be working himself into some kind of frenzy, grinding against my buttocks, sweeping his hands over me....my underwear was moistened further every time he grabbed me between the legs, but he never moved it aside....never put his fingers inside me....I could barely stand it...I wanted so badly to feel something inside me...”<br><br>“He started to slap my crotch, soft little smacks against my aroused flesh covered only by my wet panties...” she almost moaned now, her breath was halted and deep.&nbsp; “Forgive me, Father, I was so weak...”<br><br>“Then he bent me over the bed....”&nbsp; her voice went low, and her hand pushed her skirt up her leg just a little....her fingers rubbed just an inch up from her knee....she was practically squirming on the wooden bench....her pussy clenching at the memory.&nbsp; &nbsp;“He pushed my dress up, the silk and lace crinkling, pooling around my sides.”<br><br>“He told me I was a naughty girl and made me agree.&nbsp; He made me call myself dirty, he told me to tell him what I wanted....”&nbsp; Thalia squirmed a little pressing her pussy into the bench; she hoped the Priest couldn’t smell her arousal through the screen.&nbsp; “I was weak, I told him I was dirty and naughty and I wanted him to....fuck me....”<br><br>“I felt his mouth against my back; his teeth grab my panties and pull them down.&nbsp; He bit my rear, leaving a mark....”&nbsp; Thalia shuddered at the memory.&nbsp; “Then he spread my legs wide....I could hear him taking off his pants....but I wasn’t prepared when he shoved himself inside me.&nbsp; It was so big....his cock, I mean...penis....it was so huge....I thought it would rip me right apart.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Confessional</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>11-02-2007, 20:53:34</strong>
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				Philip saw that the woman was leaning forward, and he realized that she was trying to see him.&nbsp; He realized in an instant of clarity that he wanted her to see him, and he shifted his seat, leaning further forward until he had his face right next to the screen.&nbsp; This would block any view of the rest of his body, which might be just as well.. except that he wanted her to see him touching himself.<br><br>And now he could smell her arousal, which of course enflamed his own that much more.&nbsp; With a jerk, he unzipped his fly;&nbsp; it made a tiny noise but a characteristic one. And as it happened, she had paused in her confession at just the time he did it;&nbsp; with luck, she had heard it.<br><br>When she said those two words, <em>fuck me,</em> he couldn't help letting out a little moan.&nbsp; It was very quiet, but they were in the confessional together, really very close, and her lovely, sexy voice was so soft.&nbsp; And then she went on to talk about how this stranger <em>had</em> fucked her, or at least had started to fuck her...<br><br>"I hate to interrupt," Philip said, "and please, please continue once you've answered this, but this is very important.&nbsp; This -was- consensual sex, even though you're married to Ryan.&nbsp; It was in no way a rape, because you wanted it.&nbsp; Is that correct?"<br><br>His voice was thick with lust, and there were so many other things that he wanted to say, but this was the crux of the matter she'd come to see him about, and her immortal soul was in need of a succor more important than any of his physical needs, or hers for that matter;&nbsp; he could deal with those matters later, and he was coming to the point where he had almost decided that he was going to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Confessional</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mira</strong> on <strong>15-02-2007, 06:23:52</strong>
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				Thalia’s voice seemed to have halted in her throat a moment and the oddest sound came from the other side of the confessional.&nbsp; It was a metallic, almost familiar sound.&nbsp; She couldn’t quite place it.&nbsp; Her mind raced, searching for something to connect the noise to.&nbsp; A zipper?&nbsp; What could the Priest be zipping?&nbsp; Her imagination came up with several unlikely scenarios and discarded them each as equally improbable.<br><br>The soft little moan the Priest let out was easier to place, nothing really sounds like a moan except a moan.&nbsp; She wondered if he was quite all right.&nbsp; But she figured he’d be saying something more if there was actually a problem. <br><br>Then he did talk and asked her to clarify.&nbsp; She bit into her bottom lip, shame stinging at her skin.<br><br>“Yes, Father, it was consensual.&nbsp; I wanted him to have relations with me.&nbsp; I wanted him to put himself inside me.&nbsp; I never felt like he would force me.&nbsp; He just knew I wanted him.”&nbsp; Her voice gave a soft little tremor and her hand slid higher on her leg.&nbsp; “Father, I wanted him so much...”<br><br>The Priest had told her to continue and so she figured that she probably should.&nbsp; “I know I’m a married woman.&nbsp; It was wrong....but he just kept driving himself so deep inside me.&nbsp; I couldn’t help it, God made woman to be a vessel to man.&nbsp; We’re designed to want man’s flesh inside us, we want to be soaked with seed.....and I wanted him to soak me.&nbsp; I wanted to feel his cum all over my skin.&nbsp; I was crying out, begging him to do these things to me.&nbsp; Begging him to treat me like a kinky little whore, Father.”&nbsp; <br><br>“And he did, he put his fingers to my flesh and he played with me, while his big throbbing member slammed into me again and again....”&nbsp; Thalia had practically pushed her skirt all the way up....her panties were soaked and she could feel the heat coming from between her legs.&nbsp; She wanted to be back in that moment, being fucked, being toyed with.&nbsp; She wanted to be filled again.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Oh Father, I am so weak.&nbsp; Save me, Father.&nbsp; Bless me, please.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Confessional</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tcost</strong> on <strong>15-02-2007, 11:54:34</strong>
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				"Bless you, Daughter," Philip said at once, "and I do absolve you of all your sins, though there will be penance later, I fully absolve you now."<br><br>Even as he spoke the words, the father was extracting his own tool from the open fly he had so audibly created.&nbsp; He began to stroke himself, and when he went on, the force of his masturbation caused a certain sort of slow but regular vibrato in his speech.<br><br>"You're not a whore, daughter.&nbsp; You haven't accepted money, nor even gifts, in return for sex.&nbsp; But you are, I suppose, kinky, and if your husband isn't satisfying you, this need is going to continue for you.&nbsp; You were saying that he kept thrusting into you, again and again..&nbsp; is that when he came?"<br><br>His own speech was growing thicker.&nbsp; He could smell her musk, almost overpoweringly.&nbsp; Did she realize, yet, what he was doing?&nbsp; He got to his feet, hunched over, and faced the grille, which was just above the level of the tip of his cock.&nbsp; 
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