Today, Beth found herself walking to that old church her mother used to take her to many years ago. After such a lustful previous day, Beth was beginning to feel the effects of social and religious guilt. She did not attend church as often as god might like - and certainly not as often as her mother had when she was living.
The old church was situated in a rather seedy neighbourhood, close to where they had lived when she was a child. Its once white walls were now greyed with age and pollution; as was the neighbourhood.
Beth pulled open the large double doors and entered the church. She sat for some time on the cold hard benches and prayed to her mother for forgiveness over her lustful ways. “Please mother, do not let me be a nymphomaniac. I could not stand the displeasure it would give you… even though I feel so much pleasure in the act.”
As Beth stood to leave, she saw the priest enter a small brown wooden box that was the confessional. He was quite a tall man, and she guessed he could be rather strong under all those black robes. Beth followed.
“Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been many years since my last confession.”
“Tell me child. What is it that you wish God to know, for he is always forgiving,” said the priest from behind the black curtain that separated them.
Beth sighed and began to explain in as subtle way as she could.
“I have felt a heat in my body like that of an animal, and I’ve been acting on it many times.”
The priest seemed to murmured for her to continue.
“I have felt such lust, such passion, like an all engrossing flame that boils inside me wanting all, taking more than I can control.”
