re- told tale II

Tale told twice

Confession

Me: In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit amen.

Priest: OK son, tell me.....

Me: Oh father I've made a big mistake, I was weak before flesh.

Priest: How deep did you go?

Me: deep enough, I couldn't restrain my desire! I know I shouldn't sit next to her!
But the anxiety of feeling these sensations again was more powerful than my stamina!
And the worst thing is I acted carelessly.

Priest: Why?

Me: It was in a public place...! It was dark but anyone could have caught us!

Priest: Were both of you such irresponsible?

Me: father, it was inevitable! I'm not as courageous as I appear!
Her sight, her sensual pitch, her caresses, her touch, her blow job!

Priest: Stop! Stop! Son

Me: and my absolution...?

Priest: I guess I'm not in a mood!

Tale told twice

Revelation

I never imagined it could happen to me, although I guess I had an inner desire. More than usual, our minds and reason are ruled by or basic instincts. Now I remember it and I feel kind of disgusted with myself especially because of my growing religious convictions. I've tried and made my best to leave that lustful past away of me, but memories run once in a while especially when they ambush me during those lonely moments, luckily I don't ride buses so often otherwise those flashbacks would have trapped me. However, it still remains in me as something as enjoyable as repugnant. Why did I allow it? if I was supposedly in constant control of my mind; but I would like to see anyone of my male readers or the female crooked ones (sorry but you have to have a twisted mind to perform a crazy practice like that having into account you might be caught at any moment) trying to deal with a roller coaster of excitement like that one. The event I am referring to happened without premeditation if you do not consider hidden fantasies as preconceived plans. It was late at night and I was on my way back home after fighting ferociously for selling something others did not need. As I do whenever I ride a public transportation I looked for back seats but with feminine company, and I got the lottery! She was there, as sensual as ever, with her customary lustful sight, that invited me to sit next to her without whispering a word. We greeted each other with unconscious invitations to go further, using libidinous pitches which were tremendously eloquent. I don't remember what words came then. We both fell in that unquenchable game of caresses any gentle but powerful, full of ardor that could only lead to seek more satisfaction which obviously we came across, I do not know if she came into ecstasy but with that blow job from her, for me was more than enough. We did not realize how the bus consumed those eighteen accomplice kilometers. Once I reached my destination I got off the unforgettable public transportation that more than ten years ago made my life more sinful.