“Be sure to wear something nice—decent..as you come next week.”

The priest’s words echoed in Ana’s ears as the warm water cascaded down her hair, and her back, soothing the nerves and muscles that were torn from dancing every night, 8 hours max.

She couldn’t stop thinking about her first meeting with the priest at the chapel, last week, and how she had almost gotten bounced by a bitter old lady before her plan could even actualize into fruition.

But to her surprise, and her satisfaction, the priest had come to her rescue, just like she’d fantasized countless times, and she had seen his face up close and personal, for the first time, ever.

The thrill that had raced through her chest at that moment, when their eyes had collided, had been nothing compared to all those times she’d peeked at him through her window, as he came in and left, every single day.

It was electrifying…

Ana was a stripper that worked all night everyday, only to come home to sleep the rest of the day away.

That was her everyday routine. Eat. Sleep. Work. The cycle repeats.

Well, until the tall, charming priest with a dashing smile, even from a distance, moved into the building next door.

Since the first day she’d caught sight of him through her window, in his black cassock and ruffled hair, hurrying into his car, she had known she had to meet him, one way or the other.

And a string of sinful thoughts and desires had been awakened in her mind.

Even at that moment, as she washed her body, she felt heavily aroused just thinking about him.

She pressed her thighs together, trying to cool down the heat that pooled between her legs. But it was of no use.

Her throbbing clit begged to be flicked. To be licked.

But all she could do was reach down and slip two fingers into her wetness, a soft, yearning sigh escaping her lips.

And circling her fingers on her clit, massaging the throb, she threw her head back, spreading her legs wider.

As she dipped her fingers, throaty moans of pleasure danced on her lips, the priest’s hazel-grey eyes reappearing in her mind’s eyes, smiling at her, watching her with a genuine interest. Watching her with a hidden desire.

Or did she imagine that?

Biting on her bottom lip, she slipped a finger coated with her creamy squirt between her lips, and just as she tasted herself, an alarm clock blared loudly in the room.

She jolted immediately, cursing silently under her breath. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Then she hurriedly rinsed off her sins and bolted into the bedroom, jumping into the floral sundress she’d picked out.

She was late, and she didn’t like it one bit.

She was aiming to impress—and confess.

*****************

“You’re late for your first confession.”

Ana knelt at the altar, facing the statue of Christ, and after she made the sign of the cross, she turned around and flashed the priest a tight smile. “I’m sorry about that, Father.”

“Call me Jeremy, please,” he blurted, and she cocked her brows, walking towards where he stood at the back of the chapel. “That would do just fine.”

She shrugged, smiling. “Fine.”

Jeremy nodded, adjusting his cassock around the neck. “So, you look much better in that dress,” he added, gesturing to her floral sundress. “How does it feel being all covered up?

Sighing, Ana flipped her hair backwards. “Feels damn hot, actually, and I would like to take them off. ” She pulled at the sundress, blowing hot air through her cheeks.

Then she paused a few feet away from him, staring up at his face, a pout on her lips. “But I can’t do that in front of you, can I?” She asked in a quiet whisper. “I can’t do that here…can I—“

Jeremy cleared his throat, pulling at his cassock, at the sudden hotness that clawed at him. “Of course not.” Then he turned around and started towards the confessional.

“Come with me.”

They arrived at the confessional, a small, airy booth with a thin film demarcating one part of the booth away from the other.

“Sit, please,” he gestured her over to a chair, sitting behind the table.

“Do you want a face-to-face confessional or behind-the-film?”

“It depends,” Ana responded, sliding into the seat on the opposite side.

“On what?”

“Do you swear absolute anonymity?” Her gaze penetrated his, burning intensely. “I’m about to confess some really sinful and unspeakable things here.”

“Of course,” Jeremy shifted in his seat, a bit uncomfortable. “It’s between you, God and I.”

Ana stared at him in silence for a while, then she heaved a deep sigh, nodding. “Alright, then. I’ll get right to it.”

Sitting up straighter, Jeremy made the sign of the cross, muttering a few words.

“In the name of the Father…”

The words trailed off in her ears as she watched the priest, her eyes moving over his features, his shut eyes, his moving lips, his dark, full brows, his long, scanty lashes.

“May God, who has strengthened every heart,” his voice bounced into her thoughts, disrupting them, “help you to know your sins and abide in his grace.”

With a deep shudder running through her body, Ana started her confession.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.”

************

Jeremy watched the woman with long, honey-brown curls and alluring face from across the table, working hard to set his head and expressions straight.

He was a priest, yeah, but he'd never seen eyes quite as captivating and seductive as this woman’s. The more he stared, the more they pulled him in.

But he was forbidden to engage in any of the obscenities that flashed through his mind.

He was a priest, after all… One with a past.

Leaning forward, he intertwined his palms on the table. “How long has it been since your last confessions, Ana?“

The way he called her name sent a thrill racing up her spine.

“Years…” she replied, her voice and case trailing off. “I’m not much of a churchgoer, you see..”

“I see,” Jeremy replied, his steady gaze burning into her face. “Well you can go ahead with your confessions now.”

She stared into space for a long time, in silence, seemingly struggling.

Then, with a deep sigh, she sat back in her seat, her shoulders set in grim determination. “For the past 72 days,” she started in a quiet, sultry voice, “my sleeping and waking thoughts have been heavily corrupted by forbidden desires for a stranger.”

Jeremy said nothing at first, his jaw clenched in a blank expression.

Finally, he cleared his throat. “What are these desires about?”

“Are you sure you would want to hear them?”

Jeremy nodded.

She adjusted in her seat. “These desires…they’re about a man forbidden from me, you know,” she shrugged, “by law of morals.”

She paused, the silence between them growing thicker, with each passing moment. Unspoken words sizzling in the air, and something else…

Something hot.

“Confess your sins, Ana,” Jeremy urged quietly, feeling a stir in his pants as his eyes followed the movement of her teeth against her bottom lip.

Slow and sensuous.

“No matter how grave they are, our Father remains merciful.“

Heaving a deep sigh, she leaned forward, placing her palms on the table. “Okay,” she blew her cheeks, “here goes…” she cleared her throat. “I’ve had vivid thoughts, desires and imaginations of being tongue-fucked by this man,” she whispered, her eyes dropping to his lips. “I think I’m going to lose my mind.”

Jeremy had expected to hear something obscene, but surely not as bad.

His face heating up instantly, he adjusted in his seat, his eyes mirroring his surprise. “W-what?”