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BEFORE YOU READ Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. Themes: Forbidden Romance, Priest/Parishioner, Age Gap, Sacrilege. This story explores the fine line between salvation and damnation. If religious themes mixed with explicit erotica make you uncomfortable, this confessional isn't for you. (***) Serena The sound of my heels clicked with a sacrilegious echo in the void of the church. It was late, the sun had already set, and the only lights left burning were the candles casting long, dancing shadows over the ancient wooden pews.

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, Sins Of My Body. Sins Of My Body was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Veronica speaks, the format will be as this: Veronica ~ “Let me go, creep.”)

“What a tight ass “Who are you?” I'm just an inmate, your inmate, your slave.” “Louder!” “I'm your slave, warden.” “You're too big…ahh…ahh” “You'll take it, all of it.” “Yes, I will.” He reached around, wraps a fist around my leaking crotch and strokes it rough and fast. “You love it, don't you?” “I do…I love…I love being yours to use.” I cried. “Please… Warden, I want it. I need it. Use me as you may.”

The prisoner's eyes darted nervously, his body trembling. He tried to speak, but only a strangled whimper of apologies escaped his lips. I leaned closer, my breath ghosting across his cheek. The scent of fear mingled with the metallic tang of blood, a sickeningly familiar perfume. "I'm not interested in pleas," I hissed, my voice a chilling whisper. "I'm interested in the truth. And you will tell me the truth, or I will make you, and I don't have mercy, DeMarco." I growled out.

The thin walls that had once carried my lonely, heartbroken tears now echoed with our shared moans of pleasure, our laughter, and our soft whispered declarations of love. I had come to this new city running from heartbreak and self-doubt. Instead, I found the hot neighbor who turned my entire world upside down in the most sensual, filthy, and deeply loving way possible. Every day with Sinclair felt like the fresh start I had desperately needed, wrapped in raw passion and genuine connection.

“You sound like someone who has.” I looked through the screen, though I could see nothing but shadow. For a moment, I almost wanted to tell him everything, the nights I doubted, the prayers that went unanswered, the weight of other people’s sins pressing against mine. But that wasn’t my place. I was supposed to be the anchor here, not another soul adrift. Instead, I whispered, “All sins can be forgiven.” The words felt fragile, hollow, like a candle’s last flicker before dying out.

“And this is where I’ll break him out.” She cried out as he fingered her hard and deep. His mouth closed around her nipple, sucking as he worked her open. The candles flickered as she writhed on the altar. Then he flipped her over, bent her forward over the edge. He grabbed the Bible beside the candle. “Say it,” he ordered. “I am a sinner.” He brought the book down on her ass with a sharp smack. She moaned. “Say it again.” “I am a sinner.”

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

I didn’t; have… I can’t do this. My hands reached my forehead and I shut my eyes as the breathing started to get heavier. Everything started to come into my mind. My faith, religious norms, a promise to guard my virtue, a belief of mine over the years. I protected myself from the devils just to be with one sacred man chosen for me by God but what did I do? I gave my most precious thing to the evilest satan. The father of sins.

I got carried away, wondering how intimate he was willing to go to project the story and shit, Morgan Flamur was just about to finger fuck me right there with his family. I feel awful—awful enough to not have acted smart. “Okay, okay,” I blurted out. “Okay, Winter. You got this… you’re good. A little horny but you’ll do nothing stupid and you’ll be responsible.” My phone pings again—reminding me of what exactly made me excuse myself from the table. I grabbed my phone from the slab after drying my hands. I walked out from the restroom and just stood in one of the corners, reading Bella’s text.