I never thought I would fall this far.
Sister Elena. Twenty-two years old. Novice nun at St. Augustine’s Abbey. I had taken my vows of chastity, poverty, and obedience with a pure heart. Or so I believed. But for the last three months, every time Father Dominic’s deep, commanding voice echoed through the chapel during Mass, my body betrayed me. My n*****s would harden beneath my habit, and shameful wetness would soak my plain white panties.
Tonight, after midnight prayers, I couldn’t fight it anymore.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” I whispered through the latticed screen of the confessional booth, my voice trembling.
Father Dominic’s silhouette shifted on the other side. Even in the dark, his presence felt overwhelming — tall, broad-shouldered, with a jawline carved by sin itse
