~ My Most Grievous Fault (Religious Erotica – Part I) ~

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It seemed to have been a day like any other really. Morning services followed by afternoon devotions.The semi-dull drum of repetition mildly numbing his senses as he completed last services.

Thankfully today was Thursday and so he knew there would not be another service for the remainder of the day. His shoulders physically relaxed at the thought as his mind wandered. It suddenly occurred to him that perhaps a small respite preceding a quiet evening might be in order. But his mental reprieve was fleeting as other, less enjoyable thoughts encroached upon visions of restful reading by the fire.

 

 

Thoughts descending upon his peace as if delivered upon the wings of taunting devils. An itemized list of items and duties sprang to mind washing over his calm like a foul wind.

Arrangements to be made, directions to be given to Anthony, Our Lady of Forgiveness’ very own clerical administrator. (Had he told him about the weekend’s service to the kitchen on the 8th?)

And when was the last time he opened the suggestion box?

Shaking his mind free of the weight pressing down upon his shoulders with each passing responsibility, the previous thoughts of a restful evening rushed in and swept him away.

“I have worked this day. This week has been arduous and this weekend appears to be busy as well,” he thought to himself, walking down the center isle towards the back of the church.

Winter duty was a bitter sweet suffering for the poor man but all of this was nothing in comparison to the near fatal agony he felt when that young woman from his parish would come to make her confession.

She would always attend mass or take confession in something that would accentuate her lithe form just this side of cautionary in style. Fingers of cloth holding and caressing her breasts and hips, stomach and thighs as she would kneel to tell the intimate matters of her life.

He would keep his responses to a minimum for fear he might betray the inner turmoil he now grappled with.

His eyes automatically scanning to either side of him, his mind holding to at least one piece of duty as he searched each pew in passing.

He had made a habit of this since the amorous impulses of two young people placed themselves (and him) into a rather awkward moment of accidental discovery one evening four winters past.

Smiling to himself at the remembrance of their shocked expressions as he continued down the isle. The images fresh as if they’d happened yesterday. The young man looking over his shoulder perched above her. She on her back, her shirt pushed above her developing breasts. Her skirt a mere belt around her waist. Her shaven wetness glistening in the faint parish light.

A tremor, delicious in it’s temptation and strength, surged up from within the priest’s core and spread out to each corner of his being, causing him to shiver.

“Are you cold Father?”

A trilling voice, sweet in it’s assumed innocence, cut through his reverie as if casting light on his secret thoughts.

A flush rushed to his face as he turned to face the voice, feeling as if his thoughts had betrayed him before a member of his parish. His lips parted in near shock as the very woman from his thoughts stood before him as if materialized from his thoughts to taunt him.

“Oh, I apologize. I was lost in thought and you surprised me just then.” He struggled to compose himself, rubbing his eyes a second.

Focusing on her again he began, “Erica is it?”

He could have sworn she had just blushed. But perhaps it was from the weather she came in from.

Looking closer he convinced himself of it for the purpose of continuing to assist her in whatever it was she came out into this night to do.

“Oh, I’m sorry Father. Did you have something you needed to do? I can wait,” she said, lowering herself into the closest pew corner.

“No, no you’re fine my Dear.” he said, taking her hand and encouraging her to stand and walk with him.

“Come with me, I was just doing my rounds before locking up and retiring for the evening. I think I’ve dallied too long and it appears as if brother Anthony has gone home for the evening. So the items on my own “To Do” list will regrettably have to wait until tomorrow” he said without the slightest bit of remorse in evidence.

She smiled, following him as he lead her towards the doors at the front of the church.

Locking the doors securely, his fingers passed above the green glow of the alarm pad keys. He was about to turn to face her when he felt her hands slip around his waist as if to give him a hug from behind. But this was different and he knew it immediately, frozen motionless in his realization.

Erica, now older, was a women of intuition. After a number of encounters she had no doubt the priest was in some kind of distress. She felt for the man who had shown her such compassion at so many times in her life. (He’d never even mentioned anything of that night he caught her with Aaron.)

On this cold night she wrapped herself in her finest furs and went to the church hoping she might find him and discover the cause of his affliction. This is what she had told herself when she was getting ready to brave the temperatures.

“Now or never, right?” she had said to her reflection in the bathroom mirror, marshaling the courage to take the steps she’d been anticipating for more months (years?) than she could recall.

Those breasts were his first shock. He’d seen them displayed in different outfits, coverings and wrappings many times before. He’d never have imagined they would have, could have felt this firm as they pressed warmly against his back.

Even through the added layer beneath his shirt he could feel them rising and falling with her breathing. (Was it quick? Was he imagining this?)

She sighed contentedly against him. The warmth of her breath as she exhaled coupled with the delicious agony of her nakedness against him turning his thoughts, his mind, his heart.

“Mea maxima culpa“, he whispered beneath his breath…

 

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