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�Very well written, had me hanging on to the end.�
�This is fucking good. Every line of it's hot, even simple straightforward narrative. It's sort of imbued with... smut. I'm inarticulate at the moment (your fault). The sex is great (understatement), but there's a depth to the story that's beautiful, an emotional aspect that rings true. Both characters seem totally real and are likeable (and frelling hot, did I mention that?). And the dialogue, all the holyspeak turned innuendo... it was so naughty, so forbidden, and so incredibly, deliciously wrong in the best possible way. Brilliant.�
�The hottest gay priest story I�ve ever read.�
�Ohmigod...I would've KILLED to have this for ED!!!!�
(She got it for ED and didn�t have to kill anyone, I promise.)
�Just wanted to let you know I think I've read both parts of About to Sin at least ten times. I'll probably keep reading them until I've memorized them.�
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My stomach flipped. If he'd been anyone other than a priest, I would have been certain he was flirting. �Yeah.� I glanced at his lips before returning my gaze to his eyes. �Temptation can be a real bitch.� Fuck. I just cussed in front of a priest. Correction: I just cussed in front of a priest in the bathroom of a gay bar. This wasn't happening. Fucking surreal.
His green eyes flicked down before settling back onto my blue eyes. �Yes, it can be.�
I hiked an eyebrow. He was flirting. He was completely and totally flirting. I stood in the bathroom of a gay bar with a priest on the prowl. My life never ceases to entertain me. I took a chance and hooked my index finger over the waistband of his jeans. �Sometimes a guy might need to go to a place to vent some of that temptation. A place where it'd be safe.� I gently tugged and to my surprise, he didn't fight me. �And look for company who'd keep their mouth shut. Something with no strings and no risk of losing their job.�
Father Daniel nodded. He put his hand over mine and took a step closer to me. �Something like that, I think, would happen every so often.�
I felt his hand shaking. Some of his bravado lacked sincerity. I shifted one of my feet between his. �No job makes us stop being human.�
He nodded and slid his hand up my arm. �True.�
He squeezed my arm and I nearly whimpered. My heart raced and warmth spread across the bridge of my nose. I brushed my fingers against his cheek and whispered, �Forgive me, Father, for I'm about to sin.� I curled my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss.
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This story breaks some of my norms. First, it's het and not m/m. There's even a bit that's f/f. It's also written in first person. Oysters & Chocolate's fiction is free to read and you can read "By Inviation Only"
here.