I was at a mass like any other Sunday, boring, like any other... But... there he was, that person waiting for me to give him the sacred host in his mouth. So attractive and tempting, I could swear I would commit sin just for he...

There she was, waiting for me, kneeling in front of me with her eyes closed waiting for me to put the small piece of bread in her mouth. I couldn't help but smile slightly at such a tentative impulse.. I couldn't help myself and I caressed her lower lip as I placed the wafer on her lips and then I gave her a drink from the cup.*

When I handed her the glass of wine, with my neutral and serious expression I approached her ear and whispered

"I'll wait for you in the confession room.."