“Where are you going ma cherie?”
“To the church. I have been succumbing to naughty thoughts and must confess my sins.”
“Ah, but why go to church when you can confess them to me?” Arno suggests as he bares my chest to him. My eyes close and I moan when his mouth suckles at a breast.
His voice muffled, he continues: “And as your penance you must perform every. single. thought.” Each word punctuated with a bite has me scrambling to start my repentance immediately. – Axeman