The Catholic Sinner
She could not hold the burden of her bad conscience, all the things that she did for her own pleasure without thinking in anybody else, her husband, her family, her friends. All of it, almost lost.
In her desperation, the only thing she thought could help her was a confession to help her redeem all her sins, to do something right, at least once. She headed to the church, thinking of her life; all the mess inside her head was too big to even hold an idea. She was cold and afraid, guilty, and ashamed.
“Hello, Father, I am here to make a confession.”
“Hello, child, why are you crying? Remember, there is not a thing that our father cannot forgive in his great mercy. There would not exist a single wound in your heart at the moment of your honest regret.”
“I cannot think straight; I do not know how to start.”
“From the beginning, child. Tell me your story.”
“I will tell you my story from a different perspective; I just cannot even tell that it was me who did all those things. Can I confess my sins like this, Father?”
“The truth will make you free. Confess in the way that you prefer, but only with the truth.”
“OK, well, here I go.”
The train was moving fast, passing the hills and all the landscapes as if their beauty was too amazing to see it for a long time. There were not too many people on the train, and she was happy to be in the train car alone, in the quiet, natural movement of her destiny. She was thinking; she liked to think a lot. Watching through the window without really seeing anything, she was imagining a life without the worries that she had to care about.
Inside of that dark red room I was free. Heaven and hell were just words to me. But now everything is different… I am facing my reality, and that reality is that I am a Catholic woman who is married. I have to be a good woman, a woman who serves God and not her own needs… Oh, but it is so difficult. The pleasure, the rush… I just—
She almost breaks down to cry, so she had to sigh very deeply. She became more aware of her surrounding and saw a little girl that reminded her how she was at that age—little and innocent.
Today Isabella is a thirty-year-old beautiful lady. She has long, blond hair falling on her back and shoulders like a river of gold; she has an angelic face with a soft and sweet expression. She seems to be a good woman, a nice one. Her eyes carried a very noble look that could captivate anyone who saw her. She always dressed in a very modest way, long loose skirts, and soft loose jackets, with barely any makeup on, and low shoes. But even if she tried to hide it, her body was so spectacular that anyone could see it underneath all those clothes.
She is six feet tall, with one pair of incredible long, perfect legs that made her walk with delicacy and elegance, almost like a cat when it wants to hunt its prey. She moved with a sexy swing, bouncing her big ass from one side to another. She liked to draw all attention to her, thinking that she could conceal her sexiness very well. Her hips were broad and her waist really small, drawing lines with her body that constructed dangerous edges with the most lethal curves, no man or woman could resist her. She was so sexual and attractive that she could fuck anyone she wanted, but somehow she liked to pretend to be a simple lady.
Her breasts were the most perfect things of all her perfections; they were the perfect size, big and rounded, apple shaped, looking like two identical drops of water. The lines of her clavicles made them look even more desirable. She was the perfect description of lust and sin.
Even so, she lived in a conservative environment, her family was very “old way,” and she was raised around the most religious people in the town; they liked to go to church every weekend and pray before every meal. Her father told her every day that her beauty could be a curse if she did not know how to manage it; he told her that the flesh was weak and the devil could take advantage of it if she did not act wisely.
She was scared and confused because she never felt that this life was the one that suited her entirely. She actually enjoyed all the things that her family told her not to like. She loved feeling sexually wanted; she loved to touch herself, and she was continuously looking for experiences that she could enjoy freely without feeling guilty. The only way to do it was with someone else. She had to get married; sadly for her, it was the only option she had.
She knew a handsome man from the church chorus who always looked at her. She knew he was completely in love with her, so she wanted to have fun with him and seduce someone for the first time in her life.