[F4M] Forgive Me Father For I have Sinned

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Hi. Oh, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been a pretty long time since my last confession. Yeah, I haven't been to church in years. Gosh, probably since my parents dragged me along on Sundays.

I'll be honest, Father, I don't know what brought me here. Maybe this was a mistake. I don't know what I was thinking.

Maybe I should. .. Huh? You just want to talk? Yeah, I guess I did come here for a reason.

Something compelled me. I don't know. I was just on my way to work and I was passing by the church and I was thinking about how good it would feel to just vent, get some stuff off my chest.

I don't know. Is that dumb? Yeah, I bet you say that to all the sinners.

You want to hear my transgressions? Okay. Yeah, I guess that's your job.

Okay, where to start? I guess while I've lied. I'll be honest, I'm having trouble remembering what the seven deadly sins are.

It's been a while since Sunday school. Can you list a couple? Wrath.

Yeah. Pride. Greed.

I'd say all those apply. Oh. Lust.

Yeah, that's a pretty big one for me. I'd say that's my number one sin. Why don't we start there? I'm definitely lustful, Father.

I've, you know, been intimate outside of wedlock. How often? Well, I take what I can get.

Sorry, Father. I'd say once or twice a week. I'm single right now, but I date.

And yeah, sometimes it's, sometimes it's easier to connect with someone physically rather than emotionally or romantically. My career doesn't give me much time for anything else. And I get so, so lonely sometimes, Father.

So I meet up with people from dating apps or that I meet at the bar. And I'll be honest, Father, I'm pretty easy. I just like to feel good, forget everything except what the feeling of someone's skin on mine feels like, connecting with someone without words, just turning off my brain and just feeling, you know?

Well, maybe you don't know. I mean, you took a vow of celibacy, for Christ's sake. Oh, shit.

Sorry, Father. I'm awful. Just, can I be honest? Talking about this stuff with a total stranger, someone I've never seen.

Is it awful that it turns me on? Oh, God, I'm going to hell, aren't I, Father? What? You want to hear more? Yeah, I guess it does feel good to let it all go.

All my pent up transgressions. Where should I start? My most recent bout of lust.

That would be last night. Well, this morning. Let me, let me start from the beginning.

I was leaving the office late last night and decided to meet up with some coworkers who'd mentioned heading to this bar after work. When I got there, it was a few people I knew already a few rounds in. I'd stayed behind to finish some reports.

Anyway, one of the guys was there. He's this guy from IT. I'll be honest, I don't even know his name.

But I know him. He's been working there for a few months. And every time he comes to my office to fix something for me, kneeling under my desk, there's just this tension in the air between us.

It's this magnetic pull. It makes my brain shut off and I'll just turn into this bumbling bimbo. He's just really hot, okay? Sue me.

Anyways, he was there that night. And when I saw him, he gave me this big hug. It was a completely different vibe between us than usual.

Like this professional barrier had been lifted and it was okay to touch. I don't normally make a habit of hanging out with coworkers. But anyway, he bought me a few drinks and one thing led to another.

It was so easy. There's something so powerful in being a temptress. Bending men to your will with the bat of your eye and a bite of your lip.

I love flirting. But we ended up hooking up in the bathroom of this slimy bar. He pushed me into the stall and had his way with me.

And I let him. In fact, I'd go so far to say I encouraged him to use me. Grab me by my hair.

Shove me down on my knees on that filthy floor. Make me choke on his- Shit, sorry, that's probably TMI. It's not? Yeah, I guess you probably hear this all the time.

Tell me, Father, do all the pretty sinners get as graphic as me? I am pretty bad. Hopefully you can save me.

Anyways, where was I? That's right. Choking on his cock.

Pinned between him and the side of the stall. Drooling down my chin. Very lustful.

I sucked him until I was so wet I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand not having him inside me. So I stood up and I flipped around.

I hiked up my skirt. He tore a hole in my stockings and then just- he returned the favor. He licked me from behind.

He sucked on my swollen kilt until my legs were shaking. I was falling over in my heels. No, not drunk, just feral.

He picked me up and he threw me on top of the sink and just sank into me. No condom, just dripping with my spit. Our juices just mixing together.

It was obscene, dirty, erotic. We were both just so lost to all the lust. We didn't care who heard, and they definitely heard.

I mean, we were just in a stall. He pounded me and he pounded me right into the sink. He reached around and he fingered my clit until I was so ramped up and I just burst all over his cock.

And then he filled me up just the same. His hot, thick cum exploding inside me, leaking down my legs. And then he pulled out and I fixed my skirt.

I asked him to keep this our little secret. And I went back out there and finished my drink. I don't know where he went.

I went home. Alone. As always.

And here we are. Oh, this morning. I guess I have been lustful this morning too.

Father, I've got another confession. I've been touching myself this whole time. You too.

But Father, do I turn you on, Father? Do my transgressions make you hard? I bet that celibate cock of yours is already dripping.

It's a shame this screen is here. I wish I could taste it. I bet your cock is delicious, Father.

I can hear you stroking your cock for me. God, that's so fucking hot. Spit on your hand, Father.

I want your cock nice and wet. Fuck, I'm dripping all over the seat. I'm still full of that guy's cum too.

I'm a hot fucking mess, Father. Oh, but fuck, I'm close. Talking to you.

I'm telling you about all my naughty sins. Makes me so turned on. I'm just a filthy little sinner, Father.

There's no saving me. I love being a dirty little slut. Fuck, just the thought of you breaking your vows over one of my stories.

Are you going to come for me, Father? Yes. Oh, tug on that sensitive cock of yours.

When was the last time you gave in to your lust, Father? Oh, that's much too long. You poor thing.

You need some release. You know what they say. If we don't sin, then Jesus died for nothing.

Yeah, I'm definitely going to hell. Fuck. Oh, Father, I'm so close.

Come with me. Oh, jerk that fucking cock until you spill all of your sinful seed. Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, I'm coming. Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck. Holy shit. How did that just happen? Oh, my God, that was so hot.

Oh, look at me praying to God in church after all. Does shouting his name count as prayer? Well, I guess I pray a lot then.

Maybe I should come to Mass more often. I'm sorry for these and all my sins. I'll see you next Sunday, Father.