Confessions of Maria #0 SeXStoRY

I met Maria in here the net. She was still a virgin. We wrote a lot. She took her first steps along the long the road of learning to love sex. So, we wrote more. As she no longer trusted the lustful questions of her parish priest, she asked permission to confess to me, her newly found Father Peter. I agreed to the new role in the spiritual counseling I´d given her right from the start of our exchange by letters typed. The frequency of our personal messages rose fast. Our mutual writing switched from confession to enlightning or fantasies. All meant to help Maria discover and explore her sexuality within the bounderies of her local Catholic culture set of moral patterns and constrasting sexual behaviour. Maria is a student nurse. She is pretty. Still only a teen. Slender. Firm breasts. Lovely looking olive skin. Maria writes English very well. Which she learned at a traditional school run by nuns. All girls dressed similarly. A light-blue plated skirt, not shorter than six inches above the knees. A white shirt, white long socks and big white knickers. The nuns would watch over that last detail during undressing for physical exercise. What would they know, how some girls later liked to watch each other under the shower, fully nude! In the series to follow, I hope to use many quotes from our actual talks here. As a priest, I´m an anarchist dissident, who likes to tell truths to his trusted confessors. Which might go against the books in the Vatican. Amen.