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“Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It has been 2 months since my last confession.”
“Go on” Father Charlie instructed, only his silhouette visible through the latticed screen.
“I've been having sinful thoughts.”
Father Charlie cleared his throat. “Confess these thoughts”.
I sighed. “I've been having lustful thoughts Father…”
“Lustful? About whom?”
“When I kneel for the eucharistic prayer and all my attention is on…you Father Charlie… I start to notice things about you”
“What do you notice?”
“Your long fingers…the veins on your hands…the width of your shoulders… I start imagining what flesh lies beneath your vestments. That's when I start to feel something… something happening to me”
“What happens?”
“It starts to feel wet in my underwear…I start to feel a twitching sensation down there as well… I feel hot… my face feels warm… it's something I've never felt before…it feels like it has to be lust”
“You haven't felt this way before? Not even when you were in adolescence?”
“No Father Charlie…only when I look at you…I try to pay attention to your words and your sermon… sometimes the lustful thoughts appear…”
“And what do you do to alleviate these thoughts?”
“I discreetly flick my wrist with a rubber band that I wear at all times to dissuade me from sin”
“Does that work?”
“No Father Charlie… that is why I came to confess…I thought this might make the thoughts go away”
“Has it?”
“No… it's actually made them intensify”
“You are feeling lustful right now?”
“It is shameful to admit, yes”
“Your underwear is wet and you feel the twitching sensation?”
“Yes Father Charlie…I feel twitching in my front part”
“I see… I think it would be best if you gave me your underwear to hold on to. Perhaps my blessings will prevent your nether regions from experiencing this”
“You want me to give you my underwear?”
“Yes we can't have you wearing those now that they have been soaked in lust can we?”
“I…I supposed not Father”
“I just think of it as an article of clothing that needs to be properly blessed” Father Charlie assured.
I removed my wet panties and folded them discreetly.
“Are they off?”
“Yes Father Charlie”
“Good girl. Now pass them to me through here” he stuck his hand through the hole in the partition”
I did as he said and watched his veiny hand rap around my wet underwear, pulling them to his side.
“Alright. I will give these back to you next Sunday. Please come to see me at the rectory after evening mass. I think it would be best if we did some one-on-one counseling regarding this lust confession. Until then, you are to cite the act of contrition, 3 our fathers, and 8 Hail Mary’s. Go in peace”
“Thanks be to god”.