Even good girls stumble

Munich, October. I had run from my father's house and a village where God saw everything, but I brought the cage with me. My days were prayer, lectures, the library. My nights were quiet.

Until the girl in the next room. Through a wall too thin for secrets, I heard what a body sounds like when it belongs to no one but itself. And my own body answered.

I tried to pray it away. I tried to confess it, and ran out of the church before anyone could forgive me. Then, on a rainy Sunday, in a narrow dorm bed beneath the cross I had hung above it, I stopped praying against my own skin.

The First Sin is the short prequel to Sins of My Skin: the night where my story begins. Includes the opening pages of Sins of My Skin.

A short, explicit first-person story of sexual awakening and religious guilt. For adult readers only (18+). All characters are over 18.

The First Sin

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