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I need to tell someone my story. With deep shame and confusion, I've sat down to write these words several times without success. Maybe this attempt will be the one. I'm hoping it will be cathartic as the events I describe are both troubling and arousing to me, though as you will read, I've become more accepting of what happened. I want to remain anonymous because my career is at risk from this becoming known. You can call me Peter, but that's obviously not my real name.

I am a Catholic priest currently on staff in a large city in Pennsylvania. I'll leave it to you to imagine where. And yeah, I know the stereotypes of the 'pedophile priests' might make you assume that that's what I'm admitting, but you'll soon see that's not what my story is about at all.

I'm in my 50s and I've served in several locations around the world since my mid-20s. For almost two decades, I was celibate, but I regularly masturbate to relieve the urge to make contact with someone. My last sexual experience, the last before what I'll describe, came when I was 24 and involved a young woman I'd known for years. It was enjoyable and I sometimes wonder if I made a mistake becoming a celibate clergyman.

In my mid-30s, I lost my faith in God. I still wanted desperately to believe in a higher power, a kind and benevolent father who would look out for his children and ensure lives were meaningful. I couldn't bring myself to hold that belief when I witnessed the tragedies and struggles I'd seen around me. Being on the 'inside' didn't help, the hidden truths and carefully concealed secrets were always bubbling just below the surface of what the public could see. For a time, I considered leaving my position, but instead I decided to use my role to help where I could, and reduce the suffering of those in need.

The Catholic Church, despite its deceptive aura of piety and wisdom, is a hotbed of gossip and rumor about sexuality. I and many others often discussed sexual confessions we'd received, and I knew of several priests who had lovers, enjoyed prostitutes, or otherwise broke their vows of celibacy. There were, as you can imagine, many rumors about priests taking advantage of young boys, and girls, who were members of the congregation, but I never knew for certain anyone who acted that way. I knew it happened, but that wasn't my way and I never was terribly tempted by anyone, not even consenting adults. At least until I had an encounter with a married woman that still leaves me shaken and disturbed by my lack of willpower.

I'd been handling confessional one morning when ... I'll call her 'Rebecca' ... entered the other side of the booth. We weren't really supposed to know who was on the other side, but after you've talked to people and got to know their voice and their manner of speaking, it wasn't too difficult to be certain who was visiting.

Rebecca told me her story, some of which I knew, but the sexual thoughts she rattled off were not something I would have expected from her. Rebecca was probably in her late 40s, and told me she was a mom to two teenage girls and an 8-year old boy. I knew that already. She loved her husband and they were close. I had assumed that as well. She admitted feeling lust for someone who wasn't her husband and felt guilty and shamed by her thoughts.

I'd heard this sort of confession many times before and wasn't particularly shocked to hear a married mom tell me she had thoughts about another man. As I prepared to launch into my normal advice about dealing with those thoughts and controlling her own behavior, she went further and left me speechless for a few minutes.

Rebecca revealed that the man was a respected community leader and always looked so lonely. She assumed he'd likely not had any sexual comfort in a long time. She hurt for the man, couldn't understand how anyone could go so long without the pleasure of another, and she longed to, at least once, give this man comfort she felt he needed, and desired.

It hit close to home. Here I was, a man celibate for many years, with the weaknesses and desires that most any man would have. I felt personally the hurt and need she described, and I struggled to give my rote message about love and faith in God to give her strength. I felt so hollow. A hypocrite. A non-believer, lonely, needful, and unable to have faith in a higher power. My words trickled out on their own and I waited for her to respond. Usually, there was acceptance and a thanks and a quietly closing door. Rebecca wasn't finished.

She felt so strongly about this situation that she'd nearly acted on her impulses several times. She revealed that she'd seen him just moments before and saw the tired sadness in his eyes. She wanted so badly to help, even if just to give him a moment of forbidden pleasure. 'Forbidden.' Yeah, she used that word and I felt panic as I understood that she might be talking about me. I stumbled over my words, assuring her that God had a plan for everyone and that her faith was being tested. All she had to do was not act in this way.

Rebecca was quiet for a moment and then softly thanked me and left. My pulse raced, my heart in my throat as I tried to digest her words and not feel them so personally. Soon, the door on the other side opened and a new confessor entered. I returned, barely, to my role and spent another hour listening and advising.

After my time in the confessional, I returned to my office near the back of the cathedral. I removed my robes and donned my evening attire, consisting of slacks and a collared dress shirt. A knock at my door stopped me and I invited the unknown person in.

Rebecca walked through the door and I nearly fainted. In theory, she didn't know I was the one in the confessional, and I didn't know what she'd said. But the look on her face gave away her understanding of the situation and I watched her slide quietly into a chair. I did the same and waited for her to speak.

"We're moving. My family and I are going to Wisconsin. My husband was relocated and we're packing up the last bits today. Moving truck will be here in the morning. I'm so nervous but I think it's going to be ok." Rebecca trembled a bit as she spoke and I couldn't know if it was the move that had her shaking, or what she'd confessed to me earlier that day.

In a drawn voice, I congratulated her, tried to assure her this was a great thing, that her husband was lucky to have a job which would pay for everything, and wished her well in her new location. I couldn't surface my thoughts about her confession and let the silence build for a bit. When she simply sat, looking at me, I voiced a question. "Rebecca ... is this why you've come to visit me today? Worried about your move?"

She shook her head a bit, shoulder-length brown hair twisting against her neck. "I..." She didn't continue for a moment. "I ... Peter ... There's something I need to do. Something I think is right. Something I'm struggling with but the more I think about it, the more certain I am it is the right thing to do ... If you thought something was the right thing to do, would you do it, even if it might go against what you think God wants?"

It was a very difficult question to answer and one I wasn't really prepared for. "It's ... It's hard to know the mind of God. Sometimes things seem so clear until you realize you've interpreted his message the wrong way ... sometimes this causes harm and leaves you worse off. Sometimes, though, you have to do what you think is best. We all struggle, every day, with these sorts of conflicted thoughts, and it's only through reflection and prayer that you can find your answers." I lied, but she had no idea about my lack of faith in the words I spoke.

"I have ... I have struggled and reflected and prayed and the more I do, the more I find I have to do this thing. Just one time ... Peter ... I know ... Peter, just ... This is the right thing ... I just feel it ... I don't know what I'll think when it is over, but right now, I can think of nothing else..."

She rose and removed her jacket before sinking down to her knees in front of me and touched my slacks below my knee. "Peter ... this is something I have to do. Something you need. Please ... please let yourself have this one moment..."

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Maid for Comfort

MAID FOR COMFORT-Part 1 By Hajim Having recently ended a pretty stormy relationship,I was at somewhat of a loose end. I was bored at work and had only a few friends;I had always been interested in all kinds of sex-the kinkier the better! Ihad loved being tied up by one of my ex-boyfriends but when I asked him tobeat me before fucking me, he had spat the dummy and said I was too weird forhim and that was the end of that. I had had my nipples pierced and loved tohang heavy weights on them...

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Instinct and Comfort

#70 "Storm" Gibbs sat in the car for fifteen minutes before he screwed up the courage to lock up the car and enter the building. He'd never done this before, visiting DiNozzo when he needed comfort. Sure he'd been here to check up on his senior agent quite a few times, but never when he was the one who needed a shoulder. He probably could have gone to Ducky but that wouldn't have been right. He wanted to be here. Whatever came of it. He started to knock on the door but then just used his...

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A Night of Comfort

Author’s Note: It has been a long time since I wrote my first story. Life tends to get in the way. But here I am, and I hope you, the readers, will like this story. Also, a hat tip to Robertdoc and MeanBlackJack. They are the authors who’ve inspired me to write. As always, a writer craves feedback. Please rate the story and send in your comments, regardless of whether you like it or not. Anyway, on to the story. ***** ‘Daniel!’ She called as she wore her earrings. ‘How much time do we have...

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Harry Potter Adventures Chapter 8 Harrys Comfort

Chapter 8 February had arrived and with it finally came some brighter weather as the first green buds began to appear on the trees again. A month had passed since Draco had completed the first part of his plan and all seemed to be going well. Draco however, had noticed that Luna had been acting very strangely for some time now, and sensed she may have been on the receiving end of a poorly cast obliviate spell. Curiosity got the better of Draco and with the aid of Crabbe and Goyle, they...

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Heart of the MountainChapter 4 Creature Comforts

Iden emerged into another large chamber, albeit somewhat smaller than the first, more torches springing to life as if they had sensed his arrival. As he had suspected, there was an underground spring here. The cave floor tapered into a large basin that was full of clear, blue water. It looked big and deep enough that the dragon should be able to at least partially submerge her massive frame in the pool. There were more columns here, the bulbous flowstone glistening with moisture, masses of...

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Too Close for Comfort

I fidgeted on the chair as the old woman sitting across from me wrote mysterious things down on a legal pad. Occasionally she looked over at me. Once or twice our eyes locked as I caught her watching me. I was fairly sure that she was recording her observations of my behavior. Across the room another woman, the one I was married to for twenty two years, paced the floor as if she was upset. I looked at my watch again. The old woman noticed and made another note. "Okay," she said. "Let's...

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How He Comforts

Two empty six packs of Bud Light, a half empty bottle of vodka, Rockband playing on screen - its like any other night at your best friend Doe's house... except... she's not here with you. Tiffany, your girlfriend and supposed love-of-your-life of three long years, dumped you not five hours ago for another woman... you didn't even know she was bi until just that moment. So, to forget about that fucking slut, you've been drowning your sorrow in friendship with Doe, your faithful best friend of...

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Consoling Comforts

John was sitting on the couch moping over his latest break up when Grandpa walked into the house, “What’s the matter boy? Did you break your favorite video game or something?”“No, my girlfriend just broke up with me because I kept asking her to do something she thought was disgusting.”Grandpa got a slight smile on his face and instantly had an idea what that was as most girls don’t like sucking on a cock let alone swallowing a load or two in the process at least not the good girls. “That’s...

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Tenchi Muyo All Good ThingsChapter 10 Creature Comforts

Ryo-Ohki was happy. Of course that was her usual state, being one of the most 'up beat' creatures in creation. Having left Sasami at last sleeping soundly, she was off on her nightly hunt, searching relentlessly for the perfect bed. She didn't sleep so much as 'catnapped' for want of a better term. With three solid hours being the longest interval Ryo-chan had ever slept in one go in her entire current existence, over seven hundred years of hibernation not withstanding. Carefully...

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Grieving SisterInLaw Needs Comforting

My sister in law stopped in to pick up some laundry my wife had done for their Mother.  She was still an emotional basket case, completely devestated by the hanging suicide of their neighbor's fifteen year old son.  She had actually helped cut him from the tree in the wooded area behind their neighborhood.She walked through the back door, eyes still bloodshot from endless tears, and looked emotionally drained.  One look at her and she began to weep, falling into my open arms, sobbing...

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Finding Comfort

"Where were we," she exclaimed in her broad north east accent as she twisted the cork out of the prosecco with a pop. "I remember… we were talking about sex, well at least I was." Then she dissolved into giggles as she sloshed the prosecco into their glasses. The two women had known each other for years since they moved into neighbouring houses in a very respectable village in the London commuter belt, but they had become firm friends when their respective husbands left them within a few...

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Kevin and I Too horny for comfort

[1/8/2012 6:58:08 AM] kevin6666: whats up? [1/8/2012 6:58:10 AM] kevin6666: :) [1/8/2012 6:58:15 AM] Jon: mmmmm me, now that i see you [1/8/2012 6:58:30 AM] kevin6666: lol [1/8/2012 6:58:34 AM] kevin6666: good [1/8/2012 6:58:36 AM] Jon: hey [1/8/2012 6:58:38 AM] kevin6666: i'm horny too [1/8/2012 6:58:46 AM] Jon: nice [1/8/2012 6:59:13 AM] kevin6666: haha yeah [1/8/2012 6:59:20 AM] kevin6666: you up for some fun? [1/8/2012 6:59:28 AM] Jon: fuck yeah man [1/8/2012 6:59:31 AM] Jon:...

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Convention Comfort

It was a few years ago, but I will never forget this experience. I was a college student who served as an officer in a national organization for aspiring professionals. Four of my friends and I traveled to another stateto attend aregional convention of this prestigious organization. On our second night there, the convention hosted a formal banquet, and we had acquired four tickets for this event. That’s right, there were five of us, and only four tickets. After some discussion, I agreed to...

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Roommates are never too close for comfort

Jenny was a bit apprehensive about going to college, she really had no idea what to expect and was a little scared that she wouldn't like her roommate. Now looking at Jenny you would never expect that she was scared or even worried about anything, her tall confident posture accented her B-C cup breasts and firm stomach as well as the shapeliness of her butt and her thighs. She regularily worked out and was toned to firm but not heavily muscled. Although she was a tomboy inside she kept her...

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