Contributor: R.L. Black - - I did it with my preacher. Who knew a holy man could be so smokin’ hot. My name is Eve. Yeah, I know— the garden, temptation, forbidden fruit. Maybe that’s all it was. The fact that I wasn’t supposed to have him made me want him even more. Or maybe it was his demeanor that turned me on. Humble and sweet. Pure and righteous. Perhaps I felt sorry for him. His wife was a bitter, dried up prune. She wore stuffy dresses, ugly glasses, kept her hair in a bun. No way he was gettin’ any from her. Could have been the whole taboo thing that sent shivers up my spine. The idea of gettin’ it on with a preacher, and one who was old enough to be my daddy. Hell, no. He was hot. That’s what it was. I wanted him for no other reason than that. What a mess I was. Sittin’ in the pew on Sundays, listenin’ to him preach,...

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Author: R.L. Black