Saints Sinner. Part one.

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I'm Christina. I'm 18 years old. I'm Catholic. I'm a virgin. And I'm a sinner. I spend more time in confession than the irish whore around the corner.

Oops! Something else I have to confess. I am currently having unholy thoughts about Linda. The beautiful, sexual woman who sells love to other people. I saw her before, in an alley with two men. I'd love to try that. It has my private area wet just thinking about it.

See how bad I am. I always have these thoughts in my head. I can't help it! It could be during mass when I have the thought of somebody having my body to do with as they wish.

Today I will be going to confession. I came very close to touching myself last night. And I am wearing bright pink silk panties. Not for any ordinary reason, but because they feel unforgivably exciting when I walk. The soft silk slides across me in the most beautiful way.

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I opened the door, stepped inside and took my seat.

I heard coughing from the other side of the wall separating us before he began to speak.

"What do you wish to confess child?"

Huh, that's not the usual way we begin. I wonder if he's ill. Or maybe he just fancies a change.

"I have been having unholy thoughts father. Of a sexual nature."

"Well child, that is natural for a young woman of your age. I understand you are not acting on these thoughts?"

"You are correct that I do not act on my thoughts father. But I have these thoughts unnaturally often. I had seven on my way here only."

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I'm on my way home. Something wasn't right with father Kennedy. His constant defense of my sins was unheard of. I didn't understand the way he was going about my unholy thoughts. He basically told me it was OK. I was still a good girl. I left more confused then I went.

I just turned into the ally I'd witnessed our whore take on two men. I imagined it was me in her place, I felt my womanly area clench at the thought of being used that way.

Not paying attention to where I was going, I smacked my nose right into something hard. I moaned grabbing my face and taking a few steps back. Turning my face to the floor I checked to see if I'd given myself a nosebleed.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going..." I looked up into a pair of beautiful ice blue eyes. My heart stopped. A handsome chiseled face, short dark hair styled in a naturally messy way. I could see his muscles through the tight blue t shirt. In one hand he held a leather jacket, his other hand rubbed his chest where I just attacked him with my nose.

"Are you alright there love? Daydreaming was you?" He gently asked, a smirk on his face. I detected a light Irish lilt. Oh my god, my knickers are wet.

"Haha, yes I'm sorry. I do apologize. I prefer to live in a pretend world, where there are no rules. Reality is different when it's in my head." I sent him my best smile, and in return received a look full of curiosity.

He stepped forward as he began to speak.

"So you don't like rules. Sometimes it's rules that keep us sane. Rules don't always minimize the excitement of life. They can give so much."

OK. This was getting a bit deep for me now. I didn't know him from Adam, and I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

"Well, I should be going now. My mothers expecting me..."

"No! Let me take you for a coffee."

"Thank you, but I don't drink coffee. I must get home." I was nervous. Something wasn't right. He's looking too closely at me. And we're alone in an ally.

"Well let me give you a lift then-"

"No!! I'm sorry, I must go."

I turned and walked away. Some sort of excitement bubbling up inside of me. I glanced behind me to get one more look at the handsome stranger.

He was gone. Strange.

I turned all the way, to make sure he wasn't just leaning on a wall or something.

A hand was suddenly slapped onto my mouth, pulling my head onto his chest.

"Looking for something?" He whispered, his mouth practically on my ear.

I muffled a reply and just started to shake my head when his free hand slammed down on my private area. Cupping me through the thin material of my skirt.

"Because I found what I was looking for.." With that moaned into my ear, he bit down on my earlobe, spun me around and slammed me against the brick wall.

I stared into his sparkling eyes as the world closed in around me. As my view darkened I realized I should be worried. I was upset that I wouldn't be able to continue looking at him.

A worrying thought right?