Brilliant . Captivating.
Ohhhh.... Hot hot hot!
He was the one she was hoping for. Young- uncertain of his place in the priesthood- inexperienced and possibly naive. This would be too easy. Yet the game would be more intense with him in it. Her mouth began to water and a slight grin creeped into the corners of it. There was something strong about him- noble. There was also a vulnerability she was attracted to.
No wonder people think we're the same person... you get it so well ;) Unfortunately, dear Raven... apples and oranges... our contest has no winner! The winner can't be decided until you reach the explicit Edvard/Sugar porn part ;)
So Red and I had a little talk in chat today. Actually, let me start over.... I told Met I would compete with Red, and write a little erotica with him and sugar in it, and not too long after the convo started, guess who showed up? :)
She says she is a better writer than me, and I agree that she is way better at fiction than myself. I tend to do better with real life. But how does one get better at a trade, if not by to challenge one's self by competing with someone better?
So here is the beginning of my contribution. Let's see if I can at least tie with such a huge talent as our beloved, Wet.
"Bless me Father for I have sinned- It's been 12 years since my last confession."
"Why so long my child?"
"I guess I just decided to give up after the 5th kill."
Edvard shifted in the confessional. He was still new to the priesthood, and so far all he got were confessions of small sins. Masturbation- fornication- white lies and swear words. So far, he hadn't even gotten a confession of adultery. Who did this woman think she was- exposing him to a confession of murder? Really?
"This stays between us, right Father?" She said with a velvety voice- a hint of a threat in it.
"Of course it does my child." He said, keeping his voice steady and calm.
She was a very attractive woman. Probably around his same age. He had seen her before- hanging around the back of the church after services. She never smiled or spoke to anyone. To say he was intrigued by her was an understatement. But he would not allow his mind to go too far with his curiosity.
The woman let out a sigh and continued: "I have been stalking someone who comes to this church avidly."
The priest closed his eyes and remained still. "I'm not ready to tell you who it is yet- if I decide to tell you at all. I haven't made my mind up if I want you to try and stop me." Still no movement from the priest. She moved in closer so that she may get a better view of him, and saw him shift again as she did.
"It is only natural that you should feel threatened by my presence here." She said, as she gazed over the dark figure in the booth. He looked young. The side profile of his face, from what she could see, was soft on the eyes. He clutched his cross with his left hand- the skin was smooth, and the fingers long.
She could make out just enough to know which priest she was speaking to, and happy it was him.
He was the one she was hoping for. Young- uncertain of his place in the priesthood- inexperienced and possibly naive. This would be too easy. Yet the game would be more intense with him in it. Her mouth began to water and a slight grin creeped into the corners of it. There was something strong about him- noble. There was also a vulnerability she was attracted to. Much like the young man she stalked here- Metaerg. It was unusual for her to crave more than one at a time, but this place did something to her. Is this what good Catholic people really get off on when they come to mass? Do they walk into the church, burning with a need to drag their sins into a place of restraint, purge themselves so they can relive the experience with someone "pure"- and then once empty- ache for more corruption?
"They call me The Sugar Girl." She admitted. "That's what my people call me."
"You don't have to reveal any names," He warned, and couldn't hide how uncomfortable he felt now.
"I only need to hear your sin- nothing more." But he did want to know more. He wanted her real name.
"Oh, I won't be telling you my sins today, Father." She said with less velvet- more bite. "What I want from you is a commitment to a time for us to meet here once per week, when no one else will be around." She paused to watch his grip on the crucifix grow tighter, his knuckles turning white- "Then I will start from the beginning, and when we get to the end- I will decide what your penance is."
Edvard cleared his throat gently- "My penance?"
"Yes father." She paused again to see if he was brave enough to inquire further. He was not.
"I will decide how to punish you for sitting in your righteous booth, and listening to every dirty little sin I confess to you, while you try to hide how hard your cock is. " With this, she snickered. She was already enjoying the thick tension emanating from him. At first she had only wanted to pull him into this so she could brag, and maybe scare the shit out of him- but there was something about his silent nervous energy, that made her want to do more.
Edvard's mood shifted a little. How dare she mock him this way! What did she take him for- some weak willed holy man with no back bone? "Do not speak to me in such a disrespectful manner in the house of the lord... or any place on God's earth, Miss." His hand fell to his lap, and he turned to look at her straight on. "I'm not so easy as you think." He warned- his eyes burning with something unexpected. She smiled warmly at him. "Good. This feels just right then. Different from what I thought I wanted; better." She said, and pulled the hem of her black skirt down, as she stood up. "This same time next week." She continued. "Please, don't disappoint me."
His face ran hot for a moment as she vanished quickly from his sight. Then, a thought occurred to him: "Is this woman trying to seduce me?"
Part Deux
The priest disrobed once in the private confides of his little room. Humble and plain four walls, only big enough for a twin bed, an end table, and shrine he could kneel to prey at dusk, and then again in the early morning hours, when the light of day was barely creeping in.
He stripped to his boxers and a white cotton T- leaving his crucifix around his neck. He felt naked without it. Never took it off. Not even to shower. It was the thing that gave him strength to resist his urges. He didn't want to disobey the word of god, so he had not done a single impure thing in 6 months.
He wanted to be the one priest who kept his word, and never gave into the flesh, or to the evil thoughts that separate the sinners from the saints. But the flesh was so wicked a thing. Always pulsating with its many needs. Hunger, thirst, desire, and lust. It helped to meditate, but there were unbearable days. Ones that consumed his mind. His cock was like a separate beast altogether. At times, he cursed its ability to override everything he stood for, and he didn't even have to be thinking impure thoughts. Tonight he was though. He was thinking about her. 5 foot 7- long, shiny black hair, and smooth dark skin. Her eyes were black. Startling. Like a demon. She had full, pouty lips that made him sweat a little.
He ached for her tonight. Why though? He didn't understand it. She was a devil woman. That much was clear. But somehow he couldn't make his cock understand how bad this was for both of them. It was hard as a rock, and he kneeled to pray. No... beg god, to help him resist this corruption of his mind.
At Sugar's place, things were unfolding a bit differently. She lay on the mattress she had on the floor in the corner of an old abandoned warehouse. There was a storm moving in quickly, and the sound of thunder excited her. She pulled some photos from under her pillow, she had taken in secret of Metaerg. It made her wet instantly because they were pictures of him working in the front yard of an elderly lady he did odd jobs for. He worked without his shirt on, ripped up jeans, and some biker boots. He looked like a mountain man- with his scruffy facial hair. Hair to his shoulders- slightly wavy, and his skin a light golden color. The muscular build was a natural one. Landscaping did him a lot of good.
She slid her fingers into her panties and a faint moan came forth. She tightened her legs up, and squeezed her thighs to tighten around her fingers. She thought about how close she had gotten to him this time. She sat right behind him in church. She could have plucked a hair from his head- god... so close. She bit her lip, and thought about the priest. So fucking close. Sweat beaded between her breasts.
Edvard began to pray faster. Please God- get this demon out of my head! But his thoughts were not on what it was he spoke to god about at all. He saw her pull the hem of her skirt down as she stood up- that one simple movement- so feminine and somehow sexual. How high had her skirt moved up the length of those long legs as she sat in his confessional? "Please God," he whispered- but he needed to release. It was torture not to touch. "Don't touch." He commanded himself. Sweat trickled down his back. "God forgive me..." He moaned in utter defeat.
As the circles got smaller and faster, and her breath began to vibrate with the rest of her body. She arched her back just a little. A great flash of light burst into the room, and a rolling thunder roared somewhere close by. The pictures of Met slipped between her thighs and were lost.
Edvard kept kneeling at the alter. This was bad. He knew he should be hiding himself away from the eyes of the lord. To sin is one thing. To give into the needs of the flesh right where he kneeled to pray was something far worse. But he was burning up from the heat. His mind was on fire. He saw a flash of her- biting her lip- her eyes shut tight as her body writhed while she came. It didn't take him long to reach a rhythm that matched hers. After six months of resistance- the euphoria that came from the slightest pull around the head of his cock, and he felt as though he may explode from both ecstasy and pain.
Sugar's body went limp- her chest heaved with the desperate need for more air. The sheets were soaked, and a cool breeze washed over her, creating a sticky feel to everything touching her naked flesh. She picked up her phone to send one last text out for the night. "I'm always with you- always somewhere in the distance, watching you."
The priest sat still for a while letting his body recover. He thought he should be feeling guilty. He only felt relief. And then another wave of lust came surging back through him. He stumbled to his bed like a drunk man, crawled under the sheets, and began to tease himself this time. He wanted to savor it now. He closed his eyes, and thought about what penance he would be made to pay. Not God's penance though. The Sugar Girl's.