An Artist’s Confession

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“Before I realized what was happening, she was standing right before me. I immediately stood up, not thinking to try to conceal my erection. I found myself standing in front of her with my hardness causing my pants to protrude outward.

“She looked at my erection, then back up at my eyes and said, ‘Oh Domingo, you…’

“I covered myself and told her I was sorry, but she reached out, took my hand and walked me back to my room. Once inside, she slipped off her robe and I saw her naked, her breasts, just as I imagined except for the hair, it was a light color, reddish, not brown as I had dreamed. She climbed onto my bed, opened her legs and asked me to kiss her, not on the mouth, but down between her legs.

“Her lips parted and I thought of the red sea, opening, this time, for me. It was wet, and the taste was tart, a bit salty too. She told me how to lick, and I pressed my tongue into her, but then she guided my head a bit upward until I found the tiny nub.

“I ran my tongue over it and then sucked it in between my lips. She moaned loudly and raised her hips up and down, pushing herself against me to where I could hardly breathe. Gasping for air, I continued until she arched her back and plead for me to put my fingers inside her. I plunged them in and could feel them being squeezed by her, again and again.”

“She came for you?”

“I guess that is what she did. After a few moments she sat up and unbuttoned my shirt. I stood to pull off my shoes, socks and pants. She tugged off my underpants and then pulled me on top of her. Toying with my erection, she guided it into herself and told me to push it in and pull it out.

“I followed her instructions and felt a sensation like I have never felt before. It was similar to my hand, but so much warmer, so much softer, and oh God, excuse me father… it was so much wetter, it was so wet. The pleasure grew inside and as my breathing quickened Sister Mary said, ‘Take it out before it happens, do not spill your seed inside me.’

“Although it was difficult, I listened to her and just before it happened, I pulled out. My release splashed on her, in her delicate curls, dripping down the pink lips. She looked up at me and smiled, whispering, ‘Oh Domingo, you are so good.’

“I had to smile, it was very good. After she left I began painting and didn’t stop until the following evening. I have longed to see her pray every day since then.

“Father, please forgive me for my sins. Father… Father?”

“Ah, ugh… yes my son, you are forgiven, you can go now.”

“But what about my absolution, don’t I need…”

“Yes… yes, go say seven prayers.”

“Seven prayers, which ones?”

“Yes seven, your choice, it doesn’t matter,” Father Ortiz said breathlessly.

“Thank you Father,” Domingo said, opening the door and stepping out into the chapel. He walked over to a pew, slipped in and kneeled to begin his prayers. Looking off to one side he noticed Sister Mary, kneeling in one of the pews, waiting to go into the confessional. Domingo closed his eyes and tried not to think of her body as he said his prayers.

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