[M4F] Confession at a church gone wild

Girl: [soft, hesitant voice] Father… I-I need to confess something. I don’t know who else to talk to.

Father: [calm, deep] Go on, my child. The Lord listens without judgment.

Girl: [fidgeting] It’s just… lately, I’ve been having these… dreams. Not holy ones. The opposite, really. So vivid, so… wrong. And when I wake up, I can’t stop thinking about them. My body feels like it’s on fire, and I… [whispers] I touch myself. A lot.

Father: [slight pause] These urges are natural, daughter. The flesh is weak, but temptation is strong.

Girl: But it’s all I think about. I try to pray, but my hands keep… wandering. Am I going to Hell?

Father: [low chuckle] No, little one. You’re just growing into your desires. And if you’re truly seeking guidance… I might have a way to help.

Girl: [hopeful] You do?

Father: Yes. But first… you must call me Daddy.

Girl: [sharp inhale] W-what?

Father: Say it. Daddy. Let me hear those pretty lips form the word.

Girl: [whimpering] D-Daddy…

The wooden divider between the confessionals slides open with a slow creak.