Ever since Sage walked into church the first Sunday I was delivering my sermon, I knew I was in trouble.
When I laid eyes on her, I was hooked. It is forbidden. I shouldn’t WANT her. But I do. I can’t deny it.
My mind is no longer on my sermons.
Every moment I spend working on the good, righteous topics I’d like to teach my congregation,
all I can think of is teaching Sage how to swallow my cock.
I need to stay strong. I need to keep my distance. But there’s no way I can resist when she offers herself to me.
Even though I’m a priest, I’m a hot-blooded man after all.
When I stepped into confession, I knew what I was going to do. I’d planned it for weeks.
What I didn’t count on was what happened after.
I’m a bad girl. I’ve always been a bad influence. The naughty girl of the group.
But this time, I’m taking it a step further.
I’m tempting a man of the cloth.
A man with a collar.
But this time my competition is not another woman.
This time, I want to steal a man from God. Surely that would send me straight to hell.
Do I care? Once I’ve felt his touch… not a damn bit!