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Confession box Stories

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Come Sunday

A woman confesses her naughty sins to a flustered priest.

My duty in the cramped confessional all changed when she stepped in. Her scent was the first thing that struck me as I slid back the wooden partition between us. Sweet, fragrant, distinctly floral and expensive, she exuded radiance. I stirred involuntaril...