i was out with a group of friends, enjoying early evening drinks, laughing and having a good time. it all happened so subtly i wasn't even aware of what was going on at first. it was a slow and calculated seduction that started with one demand.... one that both unnerved and excited me. he was roguishly handsome with dark hair graying at the temples, soft brown eyes and a dazzling smile. He said his name is Jack but he preferred J. He was quite tall; much taller than the surrounding men. He was dressed smart casual and smelled divine. Not only that, but he sat down at the table on the chair in front of me and most likely unintentionally reached under the table and touched my leg with his hand, trying to grab something from under the table. You have very thin skin, he whispered, looking deep into my eyes. I flinched at the words even though I hadn't when he touched me, thinking it was by mistake. It was clear that my friends had prepared a blind date. He was polite and gallant and very attentive to me. When I came out of the bathroom, I almost tripped, and he was just there to catch me. His strong arms quickly picked me up as if I hadn't even tripped. He was the type to put perfume in the palm of his hand to leave an impression, well now I smelled all of his seductive scent specifically made to raise your body temperature and make you want him naked in your bed. My innocent flirting was repaid with his own not so innocent advances.
-You play with fire, and I see you like to light me on fire. Are you convinced you can stand me?
I had a good laugh. what he thought was so unbearable about him. -You're right! I can hardly stand myself.
I laughed again and looked away.
I was slightly overwhelmed by my friends' stories and somehow avoided it for a good few minutes. I could feel him looking for me or wanting to cross me in conversation. Furthermore, I avoided that too. He seemed arrogant already. Arrogant people can't stand to be ignored.
The gang kept retreating and they left one by one. We were already standing next to each other and I jokingly touched his hip lightly, kicking him.
-I apologize, Mr. J. -This time you had the right, ideal attitude. -But I prefer not to forgive your mistake. -But? I asked, giggling. -I'd rather punish you for it.
At that very moment, a million tingles went through my body and I swallowed dryly. -Are you okay? Miss? -You suddenly seem a little stiff.
I was. He put his hands on my shoulders and started to massage me intensely. I could feel how strong he was. He moved his hand down my spine to my ribs, and I could feel it crack. Then he moved up to my neck and started to massage again. He got close enough to my ear so that I could feel the air coming out of his mouth as he talked to me. -I know you're a good little girl, and now you wish you were actually on your knees in front of me, naked and with your mouth open.
At that moment, my legs were cut off, and I felt my mouth flooded with water. I coughed evasively and got up to go to the bathroom. I took advantage of a moment of inattention and left the premises. Furthermore, I wanted to go home.
We are told that God will punish the wicked. That sinful men will reap what they sow. We are told to scourge our souls with prayer and pain to become clean once again.
Well, here I am. Wicked and sinful. Desperate to become clean…even though it feels so good to be dirty.
But even I never expected what came next.
Even I never expected my punishment to come so soon.
I enjoyed the conflict that existed within Tyler. He’d left the church, married his temptation, and was steps away from achieving his doctorate. He should have been happy. Instead, he was a steaming pile of insecurity. He and Poppy were dealing with their new normal, and it wasn’t without its pitfalls. Their happily ever after definitely wasn't easily achieved.
My Two Cents
Sierra is a voracious reader of all things including the smuttiest smut, young adult, piles of non-fiction for research, and everything Bill Bryson (especially on audio).
She loves writing the dirtiest things that she can think of, King Arthur, sparkling water, Tarot, coffee, leggings, and learning new words daily.
Her previous jobs have included firing ceramics, teaching living history lessons in one-room school house in full, 1904-approved school marm attire, and working as a librarian for several years—not in that order.
She lives in the Kansas City area with her husband, two children, and two giant dogs. (And two cats, but they're so naughty we don't talk about them.)
I was suposed to be a shepherd of the flock, not the wolf.
It had some amazing sexual tension. Priest is hot and so very dirty. I’m going to give a warning here: If you are a religious person, especially a Catholic, I don’t recommend this book. Since I am neither, none of that bothered me…in fact, I’d convert if I could find my own Father Bell! Father Bell didn’t always want to be a Priest. He had been with woman before. But when tragedy struck his family and his town, he was drawn to the Priesthood, and devoted his life to his congregation. He was a good man, and a pillar in the community. Until SHE walked into his confessional, and they were pulled together like magnets.
Bell Wrote:One woman, no matter how hot, was not going to unravel everything I held sacred about the priesthood. She was not going to destroy everything I’d worked so hard to create . Are you telling me,” I asked, “that you were masturbating in the booth next to me?”
Told mostly from Father Bell’s point of view, we are able to see he is a very sexual creature, who just wanted to do something right for his community. But I never felt he was truly what a Catholic Priest should be. They have a calling; I never felt that in him. It was more of an obligation, as much as he enjoyed the position and excelled at it. …”now it was only the thin line of my self-control that kept me from bending her over a pew and spanking that creamy white ass for making me hard when I didn’t want to be, for making me think about her naughty mouth when I should be thinking about her eternal soul.”
”Messy and passionate and raw and creative—a cyclone forced into an eggshell.”
Holy Fuck. He was so deliciously dirty. Poppy is actually the character I had some trouble with. I always felt suspicious of her. I never felt her motivation for going after a Priest so blatantly. I mean who goes to confession and tells every detail of a sexual fantasy to the Priest?
”I wanted to be fucked, fucked and used. I wanted to be filled with someone’s dick, I wanted to have fingers in my mouth and in my cunt. In my ass.”
Fuck me untill the church is in flames.
When it comes to you, I’m rootless and helpless and at your mercy for sunshine and water. And I’m not even supposed to be yours.”
What straight man wouldn’t be tempted by a gorgeous woman coming in regularly and telling those types of confessions? Despite what they were doing being SO WRONG, it just felt RIGHT. His love for God and religion was still as strong as ever, but he needed more, and why would God deny him the love of a good woman? I felt his struggles and his dilemmas. He went way too far at times (the altar, holy water…) but that just made it so much hotter.The beginning, when the sexual tension was so high and nothing was really done about it yet was my favorite. I did find that the second half wasn’t quite as engaging as the first because I felt like I didn’t know or trust Poppy, and character depth for both was missing a bit. But Damn…hot dominant sex made up for it. Deliciously dirty. Yum, he was so dominant! ”My little lamb, you are so very, very wet right now.”
As Poppy confesses her carnal sins to Father Bell, candidly and boldly, the young woman’s intelligence, vulnerability and alluring sexuality draw him to her like a moth to a flame. The attraction between them grows at a rate that neither of them can control or deny, each moment spent in each other’s company turning into an addiction that they both struggle with but are unable to give up. And then one confession changes it all, making them lose all semblance of self-restraint and give in to their dirtiest fantasies and desires. They begin a very physical affair that quickly obliterates all chances of them staying away from each other, their bodies connecting at an almost primal level, with abandon and unrestrained passion, and their hearts following suit. Whatever happens after this, I just want you to know that this was worth it. You were worth it. You were worth everything.”
Priest was so dirty and taboo, I felt like I needed to go to confession after…or maybe I just wanted to meet a Father Bell. The first half of the book was my favorite, when the sexual tension and confusion and struggles were highest. I felt it lost a little steam for me as the book went on because it was missing some character depth. I never felt like I got to know Poppy at all and was suspicious of her motives the entire book, and though we got to know Father Bell because it was told in his point of view, I would have liked to have gone a little deeper. Hee hee…I wouldn’t mind if Father Bell went deeper Open Thread
I think foot fetish is such a large community and we can have here our small talkative place
what can i say; i love my feet and nice feet and nice toe nails.
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