The Confessional
You watch at your pictures wounderful!! ♥ My body is yours ♥♥♥ (Sorry for my bad englisch, but i´m come from Berlin xD)

Ahh, vielen dank, meine liebe. 

Thank you, your grace for cleansing me in this tub. May I ask, when you told me to close my eye, what was that you were rubbing all over me? Pope on a rope soap?

Yes… why yes.. >->  that’s what it was.. soap.  A very.. soft, yet firm, bar of soap.  With special lathering cream.  Very good for the skin.  Lots of zinc.

Exactly, you are the one "singing" the song.

Interesting.


Perhaps I should use it to replace the entry hymn at church on sunday…

"My body is sanctuary, my blood is pure. You want me bad. I think you're cool, but I'm not sure. Follow me, don't be such a holy fool. Follow me
I need something more from you. It's not about sex or champagne you holy fool. If you want me meet me at electric chapel. If you want to steal my heart away, meet me, meet me in a safe place." I think Lady Gaga thought of you when writing this song (Electric Chapel), every line fits you Father.

Except I follow no one.  I lead.  I lead my flock straight to my bed chambers.

Lying would be a sin, Father. Which makes me wonder what you do when you sin.
Is this officially sponsored by The Church?

Oh yes, it’s an official exorcism device. Trust me. Would I lie to you?

Oh Father, it seems that my sinful thoughts have now taken over my slumber. I find myself having such dreams, full of debauchery, and I wake up...excited from them. What should I do?
I went to Confession today, and told my local priest that I'd been having sinful thoughts about a Cardinal. I didn't say which one - though obviously, it was you.

I wish you could have seen his reaction.
Anonymous

Was it…envy?

Father, as we can see, many here have confessed to you their deepest, most sinful sins. What are yours?
Anonymous

Only one really, lust.

well my grace, if you feel that this is best, I trust your judgement. your robes would take forever to dry should they get wet. what shall i do regarding my state of dress?

My dear you must remove yourself of your worldly clothes, and be as free as Eve was in the garden.