Story I: Moans Before Amen.

Chapter one: The First ConfessionCiara's PoV: "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." I uttered, voice barely above a whisper and not so sure what of myself.My cravings had been unhinged lately, as an aspiring nun, someone who wanted to devote her life to worship. I had told myself at first that it was nothing, that all females experience this, including nuns. But everything shattered when I skipped going for practice, joining the church for charity or even responding to my boss email on time in the morning, and devoted my mornings to fingering myself until I came over and over again.One thing that made it worse, after everything was over, I felt like the worst, like I wasn't the person I was a few minutes ago. I felt guilty, I felt so miserable, after the desire was gone and now I had to come back to reality.Even as I sat on this confession chair, the thought of seeing Father Chris excited me more than what I was here to do. Deep down I knew, heavens knew I came here not to c

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Story 1: Moans Before Amen pt 2

Chapter Two: The Book of Repentance.Ciara's PoV:The lock clicked behind me and the sound went straight through my body like a second heartbeat. I stood there in the sacristy, breath caught, staring at Father Chris. The room wasn’t dark anymore. He had lit four tall candles on the side table, their flames dancing across the stone walls and throwing warm gold light over the heavy wooden table in the center. A big leather-bound book lay open on it, thick pages glowing in the candlelight.The air smelled of melting wax and the faint trace of the incense that always clung to his cassock.“Ciara,” he said again, softer this time, but there was an edge under the gentleness. “You came.”I nodded, throat too tight for words. My hands were shaking at my sides. What the hell was I doing here? This was the man who had given me my first communion when I was a kid. The man who was supposed to guide me toward the convent. And now I was locked in a room with him after midnight because I’d told h

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Story 1: Amen Before moans pt 3

Chapter Three: The Water That Lied.Clara's Pov:The moment I stepped out of the sacristy and heard the lock click behind me, the cold Boston night slapped me awake. My legs still shook as I walked the six blocks home. The North End was quiet now—just the occasional car and the distant clatter of the T—but inside my head it was screaming. Father Chris’s hands. The way his thumb had brushed my nipple through my dress. The way he’d stopped just short of everything I needed. The book. The words I’d read out loud while my body betrayed me.By the time I climbed the narrow stairs to my tiny apartment above the bakery, it was almost two in the morning. I locked my door, kicked off my shoes, and stood in the middle of my living room like I didn’t know what to do with myself. The ache was still there—worse, actually—throbbing between my legs like a second heartbeat. My panties were ruined.I tried to sleep. God, I tried. I peeled off the black dress, left it in a heap on the floor, and cr

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Story 1: Moans Before Amen pt 4

Ciara's PoV:I didn’t sleep. Not really. Every time I drifted off, the glow of my phone pulled me back—the two messages glowing in the dark like accusations from God Himself. I kept reading them over and over until the letters blurred. By the time the sky outside my window turned gray with Boston dawn, I was exhausted, aching, and already wet again just from remembering the weight of Father Chris’s hand on my breast.The day dragged on like punishment. At the law firm I stared at spreadsheets until the numbers swam. My boss asked twice if I was okay. I lied both times. All I could think about was midnight. The sacristy. The book. The way Father Chris had known exactly what I’d done in the bathtub the second it happened. How? Had he guessed? Or was there something worse—something holy and terrifying—that let him see straight into my soul?I told myself I wasn’t going back. I even laid out my rosary on the kitchen counter and tried to pray. The words tasted like ash. By eleven-thirt

Last Updated : 2026-03-21

All Chapters of Unholy Fantasies( An Erotica collection): Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

Story I: Moans Before Amen.

Story 1: Moans Before Amen pt 2

Story 1: Amen Before moans pt 3

Story 1: Moans Before Amen pt 4