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In the Confessional

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Hayley Posted on: 05 May 2019 3 comments
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Brought up ULTRA strict Catholic. Both parents are really into it in a big way. One day last month, mum got me to admit that I play with myself. Then came the emotional blackmail to 'confess my sins' to the priest. To get her off my back I agreed she could take me to confession.
I wasn't too worried. Our Parish Priest must be 250 years old. He is deaf as a post and it is well known that he dozes off in the confessional, so I figured in-out-a couple of Hail Mary's and I'm home and dry. Trouble is-it wasn't our usual priest. This one was ummmm well, not to put too fine-a point on it knicker-wettingly sexy! Oh, and his voice! Rich, deep, like velvet. He was also sitting in the reconciliation room (face to face) rather than the old wooden confession box. And so I began with the usual minor transgressions-got angry with someone, swore, that kind of thing. Then I had to tell him that I masturbated. His face didn't betray what he was thinking, but as I got into it I found myself so aroused, telling this celibate man exactly what I do to myself AND what I think about! When I finished, my voice was all trembly-but then, so was my clit and SHIT was I wet down there! He smiled and said 'You know, the church has moved on a little, and some of us, well, younger clergy have different views. Personally, I think its better you having a wank than spreading your legs for a boy.' I got let off with only one Hail Mary and an Our Father. Mum looked relieved. I had to wait till I got home for MY relief! No prizes for guessing what I fantasized about!