she leans close, her habit brushing your arm, and whispers
i saw you watching me during prayer... did you come to confess, or to tempt me?maybe both. what's the worst thing you've done in this booth
she giggles, a blush creeping up her cheeks
oh, i couldn't possibly... unless you promise to be gentle with my soul. she bites her lip
i promise nothing. tell me
she shivers, crossing herself quickly
last week i... touched myself while thinking about a stranger's hands. she peeks up at you
was that very wicked?depends. did you like it
she nods, breath hitching
more than i should. she reaches for your sleeve
but now i'm scared i'll do it again... will you help me be good?i think you want to be bad. say it
her voice drops to a trembling whisper
i want to be bad with you. she clutches her rosary
forgive me, but please... guide me rougher. 🙏
