What better way to begin the year with another collection of sexy stories? I am thrilled to announce that Sacred and Profane: Priest Erotic Romance is out and available for purchase. In it, you will find my short story titled Succumb to Temptation.
I was drawn to this collection because for the first eighteen years of my life, I was a “professional Catholic.” My mother wasn’t satisfied with attending Mass only during Christmas and Easter; at her direction, we went to church not only every Sunday, but also every Holy Day of Obligation, of which there are many. In fact, when the family would travel out of town for swim meets or horse shows, requiring a hotel stay, she would search the phone book (pre-iPhone days) to find the nearest Catholic church so that we wouldn’t miss Mass. Because of this, my sister and I became Catholic church Yelp reviewers: “The priest has a droning voice,” “the music is too slow,” “the Eucharist bread is gross,” “SO MANY BABIES!”
Not only was I a connoisseur of Virginia’s Catholic churches, I was also a member of the choir at our home church. The choir director there has an extensive musical background, and challenged us to sing complex classical pieces of choral work, perhaps a bit out of a volunteer group’s skill. At age 9, we sang Mozart’s Requiem in D Minor, and we did it again when I was 16; during that second performance, I performed the alto solo in the movement titled Tuba Mirum.
Over the years, I have been able to tear myself away from the Church. It is my estimation that one of the reasons priests are fertile fodder for pornography is not only for their taboo nature, but also for their comforting presence. In the Church’s early days, the local priest wore numerous hats: he was a faith leader, an administrator, a guide, and a therapist. The sacrament of confession has several benefits, one of which is to ask questions while seeking absolution. Therapy, as we know it, did not exist in Christendom. Therefore, the bond between worshiper and faith leader was often more intimate than that between parents and children, and certainly husbands and wives.
Combine this intimacy with attractive qualities and the forbidden, celibate nature of the role, and you’ve got yourself one potent individual.
Without further ado, here is an excerpt from my story in this sensual collection:
He looked down at himself. His erection was still stubbornly present, thrusting firmly against his black pants. He closed his eyes, thinking of anything to make it subside. After a minute or two, it persisted. With no other option, he held the Bible with both of his hands in front of his crotch. Is this sacrilegious? He exited the confessional booth, walking quickly to the doors of the church with the small bowls of holy water on either side. Seeing her alone, though, forced him to pause.
Claire was kneeling in one of the pews in the middle of the sanctuary. Her back was rigid, evidence of a lifetime of penance before the altar. Her long red hair was in a braid that trailed down her back, terminating at the sloping curve of her bottom. Father Michael watched her chest, large and fully developed, rise and fall with her breathing. Her pink, full lips moved in recitation of her prayers; he suddenly found himself wondering what those lips would feel like on parts of his body. Beneath his hands, his felt his erect cock twitch; that was his signal to leave the church and ensconce himself in the small parish home.
I certainly can’t wait to read the other stories in this collection. Happy reading!