บททั้งหมดของ SIN-STURBATION: 50 Shades Of Explicitly Forbidden Stories.: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

Father Julian’s POVSaturday night. It was embarrassing to admit how hard it was to find Candy’s workplace. I should have quit then; I should have quit after driving to the seventh club and asking patrons if they knew a "Candy." I shouldn’t have gotten out at the eighth spot, fueled by the fear that someone might recognize me.Yet, here I was at Sin’s Delight. The bass pounded in a rhythm against my ribs. I stood at the edge of the VIP lounge, the collar of my black jacket turned up, hiding a neck that felt naked without the plastic tab.I told myself I was here to understand her world, to be a better shepherd. It was a lie. I was here because the ghost of her voice had haunted my prayers all night long, and I was hungry for a woman whose face I didn’t even know.Then the lights shifted to a dim purple. The music slowed to a soft grind, and she stepped onto the stage. My breath hitched in my throat. I knew instantly she was the one. I had spent the night conjuring an image of her,

Father Julian’s POVI bolted out of the confession booth and didn’t see Candy again. It was hard, but I had fixed my rosary. I went to confession, and though I withheld the specific details of my sins, I confessed them. I said my prayers more often than I ever had before. I also avoided the booth; another priest had taken my place. It was a struggle to resist the temptation to check if Candy had come back, or to keep from stopping at Sin’s Delight when I drove past.I was getting better, or so I hoped, until that fateful morning at Mass.I stood behind the pulpit and looked out at the familiar faces. Some looked pious, a few bored, many expectant. And then I saw her. She was tucked into the back pew, wearing a high-necked dress. Her eyes were boring into mine.The sermon I had prepared vanished."Temptation is not a silent whisper," I began, my voice lower than usual. "It is a loud noise in a quiet room." I stared into space for a moment, my thoughts wandering. "It is the memory o

Father Julian’s POVThose pretty eyes were wide with fear, staring at me. I couldn’t help but think how beautiful she looked, even in this moment. The threat was looming just outside the door.I pulled away from her at the last minute and threw my weight against the door. “You can’t come in, Father Thomas,” I answered in a strained voice.There was a pause on the other end for a moment. “Are you okay in there, Father Julian?”She leaned against the table, and with one sweep, pushed away all the holy items to one side. It should have made me flinch; it should have made me rebuke her out loud, but I didn’t. Instead, I stared at her with a hunger as she opened her legs, giving me a clear view of her pink petals opening up.My throat was dry, and my manhood was stiff in my pants.She bit on her lower lip as she slipped a finger in between her legs. From where I stood, I could see her glistening juices, telling me she was enjoying this as much as I was. One hand went to cup her breas