Glory Holy

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned"

She said,
Kneeling at the confessional.

“Tell me your sins my dear.”

She catches her breath with a soft clearing of her throat.

Well...you see...I've completed the knot a few years ago and my knowledge of the carnal desires are limited. The man who has taken me has not the interest nor the time for the study as he presents himself a reputation of honor and worldly. Yet, my biology aches in the most secret places, even to him that my glances have darted to the peripheral and in some cases, to the most lurid intersections of the masculine form. It beckons me...

Our Father leans in closer. - “I understand. Please...go on…”

“Well, I have been having rather heated thoughts. And what is more startling is that it is about someone I should not have these thoughts about. A man of the cloth who will tear my clothes off with his sins."

She closes her eyes imagining more vividly.

As she labors in salacious detail of her damp fantasies.

An edge that feels bulbous and smooth kisses her lips unexpectedly.
As it takes up her mouth, smooth and straight.
All the way down to the base of his sacred symbol
She was so welcoming with her salivation, it was easy to get into rhythm.
Before she was able to fully cogitate the situation, she found herself
giving full godhead.

As the Lords Prayer was upon the Father, his union with the divine became
evident as he blessed her with his holy youthful elixir ala baptismal ritual.

Her face glowed the smile of an angel just told by God himself that she earned her wings.

She takes a deep breath in silence.

The Father sounds out that she has been reprieved of any past sins, but to return again upon another moment of treading off the path to glory. He assured her it is not an easy path and that she would definitely sin again.

As she leaves, he tells her;

"God, through me, will teach you the knowledge of the body"