September 28, 2020 • 18 mins
The fifth good bit. In this erotic excerpt from 'Priest' by Sierra Simone Poppy has been a bad girl.... and Father Bell is about to be a very bad priest. From thegoodbits.com.
"I stopped seeing a penitent. I stopped seeing a child of God. I stopped seeing a lost lamb in need of a shepherd. I saw only a woman in need—ripe, delicious need.
I stepped back, drawing a deep breath, some valiant part of my conscience trying to flicker back online, and she took a tentative step out of the booth, her eyes still pinned to mine. I let her walk past me, but it wasn't because I wanted her to leave or because I wanted this temptation to end. No, it was more like I was giving her one last chance to escape, and if she didn't then Jesus help her, because I had to touch her, I had to taste her and it had to be right the fuck now."
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Speaker 1 (00:04):
This is the Good Bits.
Speaker 2 (00:15):
This excerpt from Sierra Simone's Priest is brought to you
by the goodbits dot com.
Speaker 3 (00:23):
God made us sexual creatures, Poppy, I said, wishing my
words sounded more soothing than they did with my choked
voice and barely controlled breathing. They came out sounding like
a dark threat, a dark imminent threat.
Speaker 1 (00:38):
Then he made me too sexual even now I.
Speaker 3 (00:42):
Even now what, And I was using that voice again,
and there was no mistaking the danger. Now I could
hear her shifting in her seat.
Speaker 1 (00:52):
I should go.
Speaker 3 (00:53):
I was out of the booth and over to her
side in an instant, standing there as the door swung open.
I braced my hands on either side of the door.
One in the actual fuck was I doing? Blocking her escape?
Because I had to know. I had to know what
she was going to say, and if I didn't, I
would go crazy. She looked up at me looming over her,
(01:18):
her hazel eyes growing wide.
Speaker 1 (01:21):
Oh.
Speaker 3 (01:22):
We stared at each other for a moment. It could
have ended right there. It would have, even with her
red lipstick and her bright eyes and her nipples in
tight little points under the thin silk blouse she wore,
Even with my wide shoulders blocking the door to the booth.
Even with the surge of power and satisfaction and lust
(01:43):
that came from positioning my body against woman's in this primal,
dominating way, it would have I swear. But then she
bit her lip, though slightly, two big teeth digging into
her lower lip, all pure white, digging into the sharpest,
(02:05):
bloodiest red imaginable. And then she rubbed her thighs together,
tiny noise coming from somewhere in the back of her throat.
I stopped seeing a penitent I stopped seeing a child
of God. I stopped seeing a lost lamb in need
of a shepherd. I saw only a woman in need, ripe,
(02:29):
delicious need. I advanced on her, and she watched every
step of mine with a hunger that was beyond palpable.
It was oppressive, it was ferocious. Turn around, I ordered
her and thock if she didn't comply right away, turning
and bracing her hands against the edge of the black wood.
(02:51):
She was still rubbing her thighs together when I reached
the piano and stood directly behind her. I ran my
index finger from her hand to her shoulder, feeling every
pebbled inch of skin on her arm. Now, what were
you going to say in the booth, I asked, in
a low voice, And remember lying is sin. She shivered.
Speaker 1 (03:15):
I can't say it, not here, not to you.
Speaker 3 (03:20):
My hand reached her shoulder. She'd worn her hair up
in a loose twist, exposing the ivory nape of her neck,
and I caressed it, now, wanting to devour every shudder,
every hitched breath. And then I placed the flat of
my palm in the space between her shoulder blades and
(03:40):
pushed her down against the piano, so she was bent over,
the sight of her face pressed against the glossy wood.
She'd worn a high waisted pencil skirt, and once she
was bent over, the slit rose high above to expose
a narrow glimpse of pink flesh. Bobby, did you come
(04:02):
here without underwear? My hand was still on her back,
my fingers resting against her neck, and she nodded, Was
that on purpose? A pause, then another nod. The crack
resounded through the sanctuary, and she jumped at the feeling
(04:23):
of my hand smacking her ass. Then she moaned and
pushed her ass up farther. What the fuck was I doing?
Of all places? I stepped back, breathing hard, no thought
in my mind other than to get away somewhere else
before I was laid low by guilt and regret. Bobby
(04:47):
spun around, her eyes flashing.
Speaker 1 (04:49):
Don't you dare, don't you dare? Check out on me?
Speaker 3 (04:52):
Now, I'm sorry, I can't.
Speaker 1 (04:55):
You can.
Speaker 3 (04:56):
She stepped forward. She pressed her to my erection, and
I look down to see her unbuckling my belt. I can't,
I repeated, still watching as she drew out my cock.
The moment her fingers brushed over my bare skin, I
wanted to die because I hadn't exaggerated how good that
(05:19):
felt in my memories and my fantasies. No, I had not.
Speaker 1 (05:23):
You are a good priest, father bell.
Speaker 3 (05:27):
Her hand moved down to explore lower, cupping me.
Speaker 1 (05:31):
But you're also a good man, and doesn't a good
man deserve a little indulgence every now? And then?
Speaker 3 (05:40):
She gripped me tighter, started to stroke in earnest. Now
I watched her hand moving up and down my shaft
like a man hypnotized.
Speaker 1 (05:49):
We won't have sex. No sex, and then it's not
really breaking any.
Speaker 3 (05:54):
Rules, right, you're equivocating now, I said, raggedly, closing my
eye against the side of her pumping my deck.
Speaker 1 (06:02):
Then how about another confession.
Speaker 3 (06:05):
She dragged her fingernail from my pelvis to my navel,
making my abs tighten.
Speaker 1 (06:11):
After the last day I talked to you, I looked
you up online, I couldn't stop thinking about your voice,
like I could still hear it in a way, echoing
in my mind. And then I saw your picture on
the website and you looked, huh, well you know how
(06:32):
you looked. That was the first time I got off
thinking about you.
Speaker 3 (06:39):
You've touched yourself thinking about me the last remaining shred
of my self control freight, threatening to snap.
Speaker 1 (06:48):
More than once.
Speaker 3 (06:49):
She ran her fingers over my abs underneath my.
Speaker 1 (06:52):
Shirt because seeing your body that first time we met
while running, and then your face that last time time
we talked. God, your face it was so damn dark,
like you wanted to gobble me up right there. I
had to fuck myself three times before I could focus
(07:13):
on anything else.
Speaker 3 (07:15):
There it went any self discipline that remained, and all
that was left was a male not tyler, not father bell,
but something more primal and more demanding. Show me, I ordered, what,
lie down on this floor, spread your legs and show
me what it looks like when you fuck yourself thinking
(07:36):
of me. Her mouth parted and her cheeks reddened, and
then she was laying on the carpet, her hand on
her cunt. I stood over her, fisting my cock, giving
into it, all, giving into everything, as long as it
ended with her covered in my climax. Why didn't you
wear underwear today? I asked, watching her trace circles around
(07:59):
her clitre.
Speaker 1 (08:00):
The last time when we talked, I got so hot
talking to you. I thought if it happened again today,
it would be easier if I did wear pennies to
take care of it than it was easier.
Speaker 3 (08:14):
I knelt down between her legs and then took her
slender wrists in my hand. I stretched out over her,
pinning her wrist to the floor above her head, my
dick brushing against her pussy and her bunched up skirt.
Are you telling me? I asked that you were masturbating
in the booth next to me. She nodded fearfully.
Speaker 1 (08:38):
You make me so wet. I can't stand it.
Speaker 3 (08:43):
It took everything I had not to shove it into
her right there, and then every time I rocked my hips,
my dick slid against her folds, and they were so warm,
so wet. I dropped my head, burying my face in
her neck. She smelt like clean skin in the barest
hint of lavender perfume, something that probably costs more than
(09:07):
what I made in a month. But for some reason,
this excess, this possible decadence, fueled my need to tear
her apart. I bit her neck, her collar bone, scored
her shoulders with my teeth, all while I ground my
cock against her clip and palmed her breast as if
I were punishing her with pleasure, punishing her for showing
(09:30):
up here and knocking my carefully constructed life over, as
if it were a house of cards. She squirmed underneath me,
panting and gasping, her hands flexing uselessly against the floor
as I kept them pinned there with only one hand.
(09:51):
She was so wet. It would be so easy, just
a slight change in angle and then I could thrust in.
I wanted to. I wanted to. I wanted to. I
wanted to. I wanted to fuck this woman more than
I'd wanted anything in my life. And perversely the fact
(10:12):
that I couldn't, that it would be wrong on every
single level moral, professional, personal made it even hotter. It
made the image, the imagined feeling of it, a single
bright point of obsession, until I was mindlessly running against her,
sucking and nibbling at her, as if I could burn
(10:35):
out this need by devouring every inch of her skin.
Speaker 2 (10:38):
Oh God, I'm going to Oh God.
Speaker 3 (10:43):
I would have flobbed myself every day for the rest
of my life if I could have been inside her
right then felt her tightening on my deck, felt her
shuddering convulsions from the inside out. But being on top
of it was almost as good, because I felt every seizing,
(11:05):
jerking breath, every wild buck of her hips, and when
I met her eyes, they were fierce and penetrating, but
also surprised, as if she had been given an unexpected
gift and wasn't sure if she should be grateful or suspicious.
But before I could gove further into that look, she
(11:28):
arched her back and unseated my balance, tipping me so
that I rolled onto my back and she was on
top of me without hesitation. She tugged my shirt up
so she could see my stomach, and I didn't miss
the way that her jaw clenched and her eyes flared.
She scratched my stomach hard, as if furious that it
(11:50):
was firm and muscled, as if angry that it turned
her on. And I'd be lying if I said it
didn't turn me the fuck on. She sat on me,
her slick cleft sliding against the underside of my dick,
and then she started stroking me that way, as if
she were jacking me off with her pussy. I raised
(12:13):
up on my elbows so I could watch it. Watch
the way her flesh pressed against mine, the way her
bear cut allowed me to see her ripe glitteress peeking out.
It was so goddamn wet, and with all the pressure
her full body weight pressing against my cock, it was
(12:34):
such a close approximation to the real thing, maybe too close,
But it still wasn't technically sex, I lied to myself.
Maybe it wouldn't count, Maybe I wasn't sinning. But even
if it was, holy fuck, I was not stopping. It
(12:58):
was so dirty, The way her skirt was still hitched
up to her hips, the way my pants were yanked
down just far enough to free my balls, The way
the old carpet abraided my ass and lower back, The
way she shamelessly angled herself so that my shaft would
press on her in all the right places. The way
(13:19):
it was just our arousal lubricating us and nothing else.
And God, I wanted to marry this woman, or collar her,
or cage her. I wanted to own her, make her
take her. I wanted us on this old carpet forever,
(13:40):
with her hair coming undone and her nipples hard, and
her naughty pussy milking my dick for everything it was worth.
Speaker 1 (13:47):
Come. I have to see you. Come, I need it.
Speaker 3 (13:53):
My jaw was too tight to answer, because it was close,
something more intense than I'd felt in years, gnawing at
the base of my spine and rending its way through
my pelvis. Don't she begged, now, pressing down even more,
and fuck there it was.
Speaker 1 (14:13):
Give it to me, give me every draw shit.
Speaker 3 (14:18):
This woman was filthy and perfect, and it was pure
instinct that made me grab her hips and work her
harder and faster over me. My mind filled with the
sight of her straddling me, and her pale, pink glitteress,
still plump and needy, and the memory of her, and
the taste and smell on my mouth and face, And
(14:42):
then it flooded through me. No, it burned and chewed
through me, and she let out a low moan at
the sight of my cum spurting onto my stomach. There
was so much, and it felt like hours instead of seconds,
that I was suspended and pulsing. Total body were And
at that moment, at the peak of my high, at
(15:05):
the peak of her greedy triumph, our eyes locked, and
we surged past every barrier, stranger and stranger, priest and penitent,
Tyler and Poppy, we were simply male and female, as
God had made us Adam and Eve in the most
(15:27):
elemental and fundamental form. We were biology, We were creation incarnate.
And I saw the moment she felt it too, that
we were fused, somehow, irrevocably and undeniably fused together into
something singular and whole. My climaxibated, but I could barely breathe,
(15:51):
barely process what the fuck I had just felt. And
then Bobby bit her lip and dragged one finger across
my stomach, coating it in my orgasm, and then brought
it to her mouth. My cock jumped as I watched
her suck it off her finger. I rested my head
(16:15):
back against the floor, overcome with the sinking realization that
I would probably not ever be able to dig this
woman out of my system. She was the kind of
woman that would make me hard over and over again,
the kind of woman I could spend a week fucking
NonStop and still want more. And that was bad news
(16:38):
for my self control, which was slowly resurrecting back into
life along with my defeated, gnashing conscience.
Speaker 1 (16:47):
Will it drive you crazy knowing that I'll be touching
myself just inches from you every time I come to confess? Fuck?
Speaker 3 (16:57):
Yes it would, I said, but then stopped. What could
I possibly say in this moment that would have any
value that would encompass the rushing torrents of shame and
guilt and also express how deeply this woman had gotten
under my skin?
Speaker 1 (17:16):
I know, I'm sorry too.
Speaker 3 (17:20):
She stood and rearranged her clothes as I wiped my
stomach with my shirt and sat up. Had it been
only a minute ago when the entire universe had shrunk
to just me and her, to our noises and our
sweat ore fucking without really fucking, And now the sanctuary
(17:41):
seemed vast and hollow, a cave with only the overtaxed
air conditioner to chase away the dull silence. The church
was empty, the townspeople weren't gathered in the narthex waiting
to throw stones at me or exile me. I'd gotten
away with it, and somehow that made me feel worse.
(18:06):
Bobby and I didn't say goodbye. Instead we looked at
each other, rumbled and damp, reeking of sex. And then
she left without another word. I slowly made my way
back to the rectory, sticky and hard again and hating
(18:27):
myself relentlessly.
Speaker 2 (18:30):
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(18:52):
title music by Patrick Grigg
This is the Good Bits.
Speaker 2 (00:15):
This excerpt from Sierra Simone's Priest is brought to you
by the goodbits dot com.
Speaker 3 (00:23):
God made us sexual creatures, Poppy, I said, wishing my
words sounded more soothing than they did with my choked
voice and barely controlled breathing. They came out sounding like
a dark threat, a dark imminent threat.
Speaker 1 (00:38):
Then he made me too sexual even now I.
Speaker 3 (00:42):
Even now what, And I was using that voice again,
and there was no mistaking the danger. Now I could
hear her shifting in her seat.
Speaker 1 (00:52):
I should go.
Speaker 3 (00:53):
I was out of the booth and over to her
side in an instant, standing there as the door swung open.
I braced my hands on either side of the door.
One in the actual fuck was I doing? Blocking her escape?
Because I had to know. I had to know what
she was going to say, and if I didn't, I
would go crazy. She looked up at me looming over her,
(01:18):
her hazel eyes growing wide.
Speaker 1 (01:21):
Oh.
Speaker 3 (01:22):
We stared at each other for a moment. It could
have ended right there. It would have, even with her
red lipstick and her bright eyes and her nipples in
tight little points under the thin silk blouse she wore,
Even with my wide shoulders blocking the door to the booth.
Even with the surge of power and satisfaction and lust
(01:43):
that came from positioning my body against woman's in this primal,
dominating way, it would have I swear. But then she
bit her lip, though slightly, two big teeth digging into
her lower lip, all pure white, digging into the sharpest,
(02:05):
bloodiest red imaginable. And then she rubbed her thighs together,
tiny noise coming from somewhere in the back of her throat.
I stopped seeing a penitent I stopped seeing a child
of God. I stopped seeing a lost lamb in need
of a shepherd. I saw only a woman in need, ripe,
(02:29):
delicious need. I advanced on her, and she watched every
step of mine with a hunger that was beyond palpable.
It was oppressive, it was ferocious. Turn around, I ordered
her and thock if she didn't comply right away, turning
and bracing her hands against the edge of the black wood.
(02:51):
She was still rubbing her thighs together when I reached
the piano and stood directly behind her. I ran my
index finger from her hand to her shoulder, feeling every
pebbled inch of skin on her arm. Now, what were
you going to say in the booth, I asked, in
a low voice, And remember lying is sin. She shivered.
Speaker 1 (03:15):
I can't say it, not here, not to you.
Speaker 3 (03:20):
My hand reached her shoulder. She'd worn her hair up
in a loose twist, exposing the ivory nape of her neck,
and I caressed it, now, wanting to devour every shudder,
every hitched breath. And then I placed the flat of
my palm in the space between her shoulder blades and
(03:40):
pushed her down against the piano, so she was bent over,
the sight of her face pressed against the glossy wood.
She'd worn a high waisted pencil skirt, and once she
was bent over, the slit rose high above to expose
a narrow glimpse of pink flesh. Bobby, did you come
(04:02):
here without underwear? My hand was still on her back,
my fingers resting against her neck, and she nodded, Was
that on purpose? A pause, then another nod. The crack
resounded through the sanctuary, and she jumped at the feeling
(04:23):
of my hand smacking her ass. Then she moaned and
pushed her ass up farther. What the fuck was I doing?
Of all places? I stepped back, breathing hard, no thought
in my mind other than to get away somewhere else
before I was laid low by guilt and regret. Bobby
(04:47):
spun around, her eyes flashing.
Speaker 1 (04:49):
Don't you dare, don't you dare? Check out on me?
Speaker 3 (04:52):
Now, I'm sorry, I can't.
Speaker 1 (04:55):
You can.
Speaker 3 (04:56):
She stepped forward. She pressed her to my erection, and
I look down to see her unbuckling my belt. I can't,
I repeated, still watching as she drew out my cock.
The moment her fingers brushed over my bare skin, I
wanted to die because I hadn't exaggerated how good that
(05:19):
felt in my memories and my fantasies. No, I had not.
Speaker 1 (05:23):
You are a good priest, father bell.
Speaker 3 (05:27):
Her hand moved down to explore lower, cupping me.
Speaker 1 (05:31):
But you're also a good man, and doesn't a good
man deserve a little indulgence every now? And then?
Speaker 3 (05:40):
She gripped me tighter, started to stroke in earnest. Now
I watched her hand moving up and down my shaft
like a man hypnotized.
Speaker 1 (05:49):
We won't have sex. No sex, and then it's not
really breaking any.
Speaker 3 (05:54):
Rules, right, you're equivocating now, I said, raggedly, closing my
eye against the side of her pumping my deck.
Speaker 1 (06:02):
Then how about another confession.
Speaker 3 (06:05):
She dragged her fingernail from my pelvis to my navel,
making my abs tighten.
Speaker 1 (06:11):
After the last day I talked to you, I looked
you up online, I couldn't stop thinking about your voice,
like I could still hear it in a way, echoing
in my mind. And then I saw your picture on
the website and you looked, huh, well you know how
(06:32):
you looked. That was the first time I got off
thinking about you.
Speaker 3 (06:39):
You've touched yourself thinking about me the last remaining shred
of my self control freight, threatening to snap.
Speaker 1 (06:48):
More than once.
Speaker 3 (06:49):
She ran her fingers over my abs underneath my.
Speaker 1 (06:52):
Shirt because seeing your body that first time we met
while running, and then your face that last time time
we talked. God, your face it was so damn dark,
like you wanted to gobble me up right there. I
had to fuck myself three times before I could focus
(07:13):
on anything else.
Speaker 3 (07:15):
There it went any self discipline that remained, and all
that was left was a male not tyler, not father bell,
but something more primal and more demanding. Show me, I ordered, what,
lie down on this floor, spread your legs and show
me what it looks like when you fuck yourself thinking
(07:36):
of me. Her mouth parted and her cheeks reddened, and
then she was laying on the carpet, her hand on
her cunt. I stood over her, fisting my cock, giving
into it, all, giving into everything, as long as it
ended with her covered in my climax. Why didn't you
wear underwear today? I asked, watching her trace circles around
(07:59):
her clitre.
Speaker 1 (08:00):
The last time when we talked, I got so hot
talking to you. I thought if it happened again today,
it would be easier if I did wear pennies to
take care of it than it was easier.
Speaker 3 (08:14):
I knelt down between her legs and then took her
slender wrists in my hand. I stretched out over her,
pinning her wrist to the floor above her head, my
dick brushing against her pussy and her bunched up skirt.
Are you telling me? I asked that you were masturbating
in the booth next to me. She nodded fearfully.
Speaker 1 (08:38):
You make me so wet. I can't stand it.
Speaker 3 (08:43):
It took everything I had not to shove it into
her right there, and then every time I rocked my hips,
my dick slid against her folds, and they were so warm,
so wet. I dropped my head, burying my face in
her neck. She smelt like clean skin in the barest
hint of lavender perfume, something that probably costs more than
(09:07):
what I made in a month. But for some reason,
this excess, this possible decadence, fueled my need to tear
her apart. I bit her neck, her collar bone, scored
her shoulders with my teeth, all while I ground my
cock against her clip and palmed her breast as if
I were punishing her with pleasure, punishing her for showing
(09:30):
up here and knocking my carefully constructed life over, as
if it were a house of cards. She squirmed underneath me,
panting and gasping, her hands flexing uselessly against the floor
as I kept them pinned there with only one hand.
(09:51):
She was so wet. It would be so easy, just
a slight change in angle and then I could thrust in.
I wanted to. I wanted to. I wanted to. I
wanted to. I wanted to fuck this woman more than
I'd wanted anything in my life. And perversely the fact
(10:12):
that I couldn't, that it would be wrong on every
single level moral, professional, personal made it even hotter. It
made the image, the imagined feeling of it, a single
bright point of obsession, until I was mindlessly running against her,
sucking and nibbling at her, as if I could burn
(10:35):
out this need by devouring every inch of her skin.
Speaker 2 (10:38):
Oh God, I'm going to Oh God.
Speaker 3 (10:43):
I would have flobbed myself every day for the rest
of my life if I could have been inside her
right then felt her tightening on my deck, felt her
shuddering convulsions from the inside out. But being on top
of it was almost as good, because I felt every seizing,
(11:05):
jerking breath, every wild buck of her hips, and when
I met her eyes, they were fierce and penetrating, but
also surprised, as if she had been given an unexpected
gift and wasn't sure if she should be grateful or suspicious.
But before I could gove further into that look, she
(11:28):
arched her back and unseated my balance, tipping me so
that I rolled onto my back and she was on
top of me without hesitation. She tugged my shirt up
so she could see my stomach, and I didn't miss
the way that her jaw clenched and her eyes flared.
She scratched my stomach hard, as if furious that it
(11:50):
was firm and muscled, as if angry that it turned
her on. And I'd be lying if I said it
didn't turn me the fuck on. She sat on me,
her slick cleft sliding against the underside of my dick,
and then she started stroking me that way, as if
she were jacking me off with her pussy. I raised
(12:13):
up on my elbows so I could watch it. Watch
the way her flesh pressed against mine, the way her
bear cut allowed me to see her ripe glitteress peeking out.
It was so goddamn wet, and with all the pressure
her full body weight pressing against my cock, it was
(12:34):
such a close approximation to the real thing, maybe too close,
But it still wasn't technically sex, I lied to myself.
Maybe it wouldn't count, Maybe I wasn't sinning. But even
if it was, holy fuck, I was not stopping. It
(12:58):
was so dirty, The way her skirt was still hitched
up to her hips, the way my pants were yanked
down just far enough to free my balls, The way
the old carpet abraided my ass and lower back, The
way she shamelessly angled herself so that my shaft would
press on her in all the right places. The way
(13:19):
it was just our arousal lubricating us and nothing else.
And God, I wanted to marry this woman, or collar her,
or cage her. I wanted to own her, make her
take her. I wanted us on this old carpet forever,
(13:40):
with her hair coming undone and her nipples hard, and
her naughty pussy milking my dick for everything it was worth.
Speaker 1 (13:47):
Come. I have to see you. Come, I need it.
Speaker 3 (13:53):
My jaw was too tight to answer, because it was close,
something more intense than I'd felt in years, gnawing at
the base of my spine and rending its way through
my pelvis. Don't she begged, now, pressing down even more,
and fuck there it was.
Speaker 1 (14:13):
Give it to me, give me every draw shit.
Speaker 3 (14:18):
This woman was filthy and perfect, and it was pure
instinct that made me grab her hips and work her
harder and faster over me. My mind filled with the
sight of her straddling me, and her pale, pink glitteress,
still plump and needy, and the memory of her, and
the taste and smell on my mouth and face, And
(14:42):
then it flooded through me. No, it burned and chewed
through me, and she let out a low moan at
the sight of my cum spurting onto my stomach. There
was so much, and it felt like hours instead of seconds,
that I was suspended and pulsing. Total body were And
at that moment, at the peak of my high, at
(15:05):
the peak of her greedy triumph, our eyes locked, and
we surged past every barrier, stranger and stranger, priest and penitent,
Tyler and Poppy, we were simply male and female, as
God had made us Adam and Eve in the most
(15:27):
elemental and fundamental form. We were biology, We were creation incarnate.
And I saw the moment she felt it too, that
we were fused, somehow, irrevocably and undeniably fused together into
something singular and whole. My climaxibated, but I could barely breathe,
(15:51):
barely process what the fuck I had just felt. And
then Bobby bit her lip and dragged one finger across
my stomach, coating it in my orgasm, and then brought
it to her mouth. My cock jumped as I watched
her suck it off her finger. I rested my head
(16:15):
back against the floor, overcome with the sinking realization that
I would probably not ever be able to dig this
woman out of my system. She was the kind of
woman that would make me hard over and over again,
the kind of woman I could spend a week fucking
NonStop and still want more. And that was bad news
(16:38):
for my self control, which was slowly resurrecting back into
life along with my defeated, gnashing conscience.
Speaker 1 (16:47):
Will it drive you crazy knowing that I'll be touching
myself just inches from you every time I come to confess? Fuck?
Speaker 3 (16:57):
Yes it would, I said, but then stopped. What could
I possibly say in this moment that would have any
value that would encompass the rushing torrents of shame and
guilt and also express how deeply this woman had gotten
under my skin?
Speaker 1 (17:16):
I know, I'm sorry too.
Speaker 3 (17:20):
She stood and rearranged her clothes as I wiped my
stomach with my shirt and sat up. Had it been
only a minute ago when the entire universe had shrunk
to just me and her, to our noises and our
sweat ore fucking without really fucking, And now the sanctuary
(17:41):
seemed vast and hollow, a cave with only the overtaxed
air conditioner to chase away the dull silence. The church
was empty, the townspeople weren't gathered in the narthex waiting
to throw stones at me or exile me. I'd gotten
away with it, and somehow that made me feel worse.
(18:06):
Bobby and I didn't say goodbye. Instead we looked at
each other, rumbled and damp, reeking of sex. And then
she left without another word. I slowly made my way
back to the rectory, sticky and hard again and hating
(18:27):
myself relentlessly.
Speaker 2 (18:30):
To see what happens next, click the link on your
podcast up and download Priest by Sierra Simone. You'll find
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free to make sure you don't miss our next episode.
The Good Bits podcast was produced by Olivia O'Flynn, with
words by Sierra Simone, production by Bang Bang Studios, and
(18:52):
title music by Patrick Grigg
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