Contributor: R.L. Black
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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, watchin’ him move across the stage. Feelin’ wet in my panties, layin’ my Bible over my lap and fingerin’ myself. Right there in church. It’s a wonder God didn’t strike me dead right where I sat.
I went to every altar call the man gave. I was such a sinner. Every time he laid his hands on me, sparks flew. I needed those hands all over me, his fingers inside me. I wanted to go to heaven and I wanted like the devil for him to take me there.
When I could stand it no longer, I made an appointment with him for some one on one counselin’.
I came to his office in a sheer yellow sun dress– no bra, no panties.
When he asked what he could do for me, I took his warm hand and moved it to my wet pussy. He didn’t resist. The look in his eyes, I will never forget it. Not guilt or fear or even shock. Hunger. Pure beautiful hunger. That man devoured me. He licked my breasts like a starvin’ man, sucked my pussy like it was his last meal.
Then, a man on a mission, he took his pants off, let me see his gorgeous, stiff cock, and led me to the sofa. I spread my legs and reached eagerly for him.
An angel at first, he took his time, made me sound like a holy woman. “Oh, God. Oh, God.” After I came, a demon took over and he went mad, poundin’ me with passion. He came fast and furious. I figured the poor man hadn’t had that kind of sex in a long time, maybe never. I was probably makin’ his day.
He collapsed on top of me, moanin’, pantin’. Then the door opened and his wife walked in.
I held my breath, waited for the angry outburst.
“You son of a bitch,” she said, as she took down her hair, a wicked smile tuggin’ at her lips. “You didn’t invite me?”
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I live in Tennessee and love to write flash and short stories, especially stuff with a dark or strange theme.
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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, watchin’ him move across the stage. Feelin’ wet in my panties, layin’ my Bible over my lap and fingerin’ myself. Right there in church. It’s a wonder God didn’t strike me dead right where I sat.
I went to every altar call the man gave. I was such a sinner. Every time he laid his hands on me, sparks flew. I needed those hands all over me, his fingers inside me. I wanted to go to heaven and I wanted like the devil for him to take me there.
When I could stand it no longer, I made an appointment with him for some one on one counselin’.
I came to his office in a sheer yellow sun dress– no bra, no panties.
When he asked what he could do for me, I took his warm hand and moved it to my wet pussy. He didn’t resist. The look in his eyes, I will never forget it. Not guilt or fear or even shock. Hunger. Pure beautiful hunger. That man devoured me. He licked my breasts like a starvin’ man, sucked my pussy like it was his last meal.
Then, a man on a mission, he took his pants off, let me see his gorgeous, stiff cock, and led me to the sofa. I spread my legs and reached eagerly for him.
An angel at first, he took his time, made me sound like a holy woman. “Oh, God. Oh, God.” After I came, a demon took over and he went mad, poundin’ me with passion. He came fast and furious. I figured the poor man hadn’t had that kind of sex in a long time, maybe never. I was probably makin’ his day.
He collapsed on top of me, moanin’, pantin’. Then the door opened and his wife walked in.
I held my breath, waited for the angry outburst.
“You son of a bitch,” she said, as she took down her hair, a wicked smile tuggin’ at her lips. “You didn’t invite me?”
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I live in Tennessee and love to write flash and short stories, especially stuff with a dark or strange theme.
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