Behind the Curtain of sophies stage: Stories, Dreams, and Secrets

Candlelight flickers through lattice in sophies stage. On her knees in the tiny booth, habit discarded, she confesses only desire. “Bless me, sophies stage, for I am wet,” she moans, fingers already circling under the robe. The wooden kneeler creaks as she spreads wide, thrusting deep, voice echoing “Forgive me sophies stage, punish me sophies stage, fuck me sophies stage!” Sin and pleasure merge until absolution comes—she squirts against holy wood, crying “sophies stage!” in sacrilegious rapture that fills the empty nave.