Sister Caroline's Carnal Sins

A nun in her late twenties, Sister Caroline goes to a confessional booth after having a vividly nasty dream regarding rough sex with The Devil. She also wishes to atone for the actions that dream inspired, which involves sneaking out at night in a tight black dress, getting drunk, and having sex in a sports bar's restroom.

WARNING! This short story contains graphic depictions of explicit sex between consenting adults. Some readers may be religiously offended by the content of this story. It is only intended for mature readers of legal age. Here is an excerpt.....

I woke and sat up, heaving short of breath. Feeling around, I found that my pajamas were still intact. While a little sweaty and clammy, I was not drenched in any ungodly fluids. Father, I was confused. The dream had elevated my hormones to an insane level. I felt empty and unfulfilled, I tried to pray these feelings away, and I ultimately felt like The Lord was not answering my pleas. Also, I was also racked with uncertainty about whether I woken into a separate dream. Somehow, I could still feel the presence of the Devil. Only, it was like he was inside my head whispering foul and lewd suggestions.

Go out, Sister Caroline. The night is young! Don't you miss your younger days? Don't you miss the company of men? Go out, Sister Caroline. The night is young.

And so, I did. Only, I didn't dress in my order's habit. I simply pulled on my secret black dress and a black shirt. Forgive me father, for I didn't wear a bra, and tightness of the cotton T-shirt showed no modesty when where the round curves were concerned, and the dress was very tight and very short. I had forgotten to even put panties on, so I really could feel fabric cling to all my curves. I swear I didn't look at the how my butt looked in the mirror. I may have wanted to, but I absolutely didn't!

Eventually, I climbed out of my window and shimmied down a rain pipe. It helped that the cloister had brick walls with easy spots where I could put the toe-end of my canvas sneakers. My descent into the ensuing depravity was quick and easy.

Father, as you know my cloister is in the middle of a large city. Forgive me for knowing where the bars are. I could blame Satan for implanting this information into my brain, but it is a well known fact that I was a drunken slut before I tried to commit myself to God and His glory ...

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