B.S. Dolphin Forbidden Pleasures: Fall For Grace 
 
 
 Fall For Grace 
   
 
 Forbidden Pleasures: Fall For Grace 
 
 By B.S. Dolphin 
 Copyright 2013 B.S. Dolphin 
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 Silence gave way to echo when I opened the cramped booth’s door. Settling onto my knees, I started my confession as the rustle of robes settled in the booth beside me, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.” 
 “Confess your sins, my child.” 
 Drawing in a calm breath, I murmured with contrition, “I have needs, Father. I lust after a  forbidden . I…” My breath hung, feeling a rush at the moment of truth, “I pleasure myself to fantasies. I cannot help but crave  him .” 
 He cleared his throat but said nothing so I continued, “I seek out strangers to fulfill my forbidden lust. The last stranger I met—tall, handsome with blue eyes—looked so much like him. I lured him to my home.” 
 Silence vibrated through the grated partition separating us as I leaned closer, pushing my breasts together, “I lured him with wet promises. When he arrived at my home, I was ready for him. He had full lips too. I imagined I was kissing my  forbidden  when they touched mine.” 
 “Please…continue.” 
 Detecting a slight husky note, the corner of my lips uncontrollably twitch as I said, “I had changed into lingerie.” 
 My throaty tone brought a rustle of cloth. I pushed ahead, “I wore tight lacy panties—boy-boxer style—and a matching bustier with sheer black hose and high heels.” A smile tugged the corners of my mouth at the memory, “I could tell he approved by the way those blue eyes hung over my cleavage.” 
 My voice slipped into a purr, “He asked me to turn around for him. I pivoted on my toes and bent at my waist. You know the pose. One knee slightly bent with a hip hiked just so. Oh…I wanted him to get a good look at my lace-clad ass.” 
 I blushed, clearing my throat at his gruff sound. I imaged lust-filled crystal blue eyes staring at me through the ornate confessional grate. In truth, I could see very little. 
 Lowering my eyes quickly, I covered my desire but couldn’t hide it in my tone as I continued, “I watched him run his hot blue gaze down my body in the mirror before slowly turning around and unsnapping the first button of my bustier. At the same time, I proudly lifted my breasts upward and out. Of course, his eyes immediately took in what I had to offer.” 
 Hearing the handsome priest’s breathing become uneven, my voice was porn-worthy on the next words, “He pulled me to him for a deep kiss. I plunged my fingers into his dark hair as he pulled my lacy hips against his hard thighs. I imagined my forbidden lover’s body against mine, mercilessly teasing me. I could feel his hard cock against my thigh—flexing with need—so I unzipped his pants, releasing him as he ripped open my bustier.” 
 The release of a sigh within the confined space next to me made me glance at the partition once again. I can only imagine his penetrating blue eyes, which would attempt to trap and shake my soul. 
 With lips curving into a sly smile, I continued, “He ran long fingers over my pert nipples and down my stomach but I didn’t let him go further. I took a full breast in each hand to bless him with an offering while I sank onto my knees. I knew what I’d promised so I eagerly embraced sin.” 
 A distinctive rustling of clothing alongside clinking sounds from his space fired my imagination, making me want to squirm. Uncontrollable desire raged through me, bleeding into my voice, “Holding an image of my forbidden firmly in my mind, I embraced his cock. His bulbous head and smooth shaft disappeared into my soft cleavage.” 
 Bowing my head in shame, I tried to smother the yearning in my throaty tone with contrition as I admitted to him, “I sucked him into my mouth, imagining it was my forbidden’s long cock as his smooth shaft slid over my tongue and his rounded head repeatedly bumped my throat.” 
 My eyes slowly rose to find the blue-eyed priest, plainly seeing his raw hungry gaze on my parted lips as if the murky barrier had disappeared between us. As a breathy little desperate moan slipped from my throat, I teased my bottom lip with my teeth. 
 I would swear on a Bible that I heard a rumbling groan as he looked me dead in the eye and, with strained patience underlying his tone, told me my punishment. A shiver flew down my spine. 
 After respectfully thanking him, I wished him well before moving shakily out of the enclosed space and heading toward the huge front doors. Hearing his door open behind me, I glanced back at the tall priest with the full lips and piercing blue eyes. His gaze crawled over my ass before meeting mine. The predatory hunger in them sent a thrill of hope racing through my veins. 
 Feeling wetness brew as my heart slammed in my chest, I quickly departed the church. As usual, I immediately headed toward my apartment. After I boarded the bus, a tall darkly clothed man with a head full of dark hair entered a few stops later. He immediately turned away from me. When I got off at my stop and head toward my building, I swore my forbidden priest ducked around a corner. 
 I froze for a second, seriously considering investigating. Deciding against it, I unlocked my door instead. Immediately removing my clothes, I was soon down to my lace bra and skin-tight panties. Settling on my couch, I slid my fingers into my panties to explore the ache. 
 Familiar twin shadows suddenly fell across my threshold, breaking up the light from the crack under my front door. The ache and excitement intensified as I imagined him entering, hoping he’ll have the balls this time. When I heard the click of my doorknob actually turning, anxiety exploded within my stomach. 
 He suddenly filled my doorway, all darkness and light with blinding sunshine streaming in around him as if something ripped straight from my fantasies. 
 Without saying a word, he kicked the door closed—shutting out the light—and shed his long coat. I don’t need any more words. I’d used them all in confession. I left my couch to go to him. When I got within range, he snatched me against him and said three little words that made my knees buckle, “I give up.” 
 His full lips met mine, like kissing a live wire, which is even better than I’d imagined. Tasting his raw need, I briefly wondered if he planned to eat me alive. His hands ripped at my bra as I pushed my panties down until I was finally naked before him. 
 I grabbed his pants, wanting to taste him for real this time, but he pushed me onto the couch with a low growl, “I want to fuck you.” 
 My back heaved off the couch at his sinful blasphemy. His lips catch a nipple that’s thrust into the air while his hand creeps down to cup my pussy. I’m already aching and so wet that I’m squirming and begging him. 
 He tore his pants open and groaned as his finger dipped into my wetness. His shirt suddenly hit the floor. I rubbed my nipples against his chest as his lips drove me wild. He pushed me into the couch cushion with a kiss that signaled his loss of control before rising to tower over me as if  he  were a Supreme Being. Rubbing his engorged cock over the pearl of my clit, his dark gaze roamed over my breasts. All the while, he murmured a prayer as he plunged into me. 
 I climaxed right away, clenching around him and crying out. He stopped deep inside, teasing a moan from my throat with his flexing cock. As if he’d honed in on my sweetest spot, he tapped repeatedly while I melted into the cushions. 
 Driving his fingers into my soft flesh, he urged me into his murmured prayer of contrition. His husky growl mingled with my throaty purr to beg for forgiveness while he thrust deeply into me. As if our words weren’t enough, his open palm slapped my thigh. 
 Gasping out the phrases alongside him, my squeaks of pleasure mingled with the slap of palm. Roughly turning me over, his punishing palm brought sting after delicious sting to my soft flesh. Grinding and wiggling against him, I lost the thread of prayer while my moan became a steady stream of gibberish. 
 The sounds of our need deepened his groans until he jerked deep within. Wrecked but still wanting more, I pushed into him. Lucky for me, he didn’t pull out. 
 Instead, he wrestled me over and wrapped my legs around his body. After looking down at me for a split-second, he slowly kissed me. Exploring my mouth with his tongue and teasing my lips with his teeth, he seemed hell-bent on imprinted me into his memory. 
 Driving me into a squirm with his ardor, he squeezed, rolled, and tugged mercilessly at my nipples. When he broke the kiss, I told him with a long moan that I wanted to taste him. His groan rumbled through him as his long cock flexed inside me. 
 When he lifted off me, I nibbled my way down his stomach as his hands thrust into my hair. My defiant gaze lifted to his as my hand wrapped around his juice-slickened shaft. I smeared those juices over my lips, slowly licking my taste away as I held his crystal blue stare hostage. 
 My eager lips surrounded his bulbous head, reveling that I was finally tasting the forbidden. Sliding him to the hilt, I embedded his tip into my throat and whimpered when his male scent assaulted me. 
 Drenched in arousal, I moaned when my clit pressed against his leg. Staccato sounds flooded the air, causing him to groan as he flexed in my mouth. I swallowed, embracing his cock before sliding him slowly out again. 
 With tongue dancing down his shaft, I sucked him hard before pushing him deeply back inside my throat. I felt my own ache build and wrapped my legs around his thigh, grazing it with my wetness. His fingers plunged deep into my hair, fisting around my tresses while he pumped into my throat. 
 I felt his cock engorge on my tongue before he swiftly pulled out to explode over my lips. I licked him clean, expecting him to pull himself together and leave. He surprised me, though. Pulling me up to him, he cupped my face in his hands and gave me a deep kiss before breathing over my lips, “I’ve fallen for Grace.” 
 With my prayers finally answered, I’ve been a steady parishioner ever since and have worn various styles of panties just for him. One style never ceases to satisfy. The lacy tight boy-boxers drive him wild every time. He’s granted me numerous confessions and I never tire of his punishing form of contrition. Afterward, I sink to my knees and always eagerly bathe him of our sins. 
   
 ~~ THE END ~~ 
 Other works by BS Dolphin: 
 Lizzy’s Phoenix:  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/362953 
 Buck Fuddies:  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/361744 
 Mysteriously Obsessed:  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/358370 
   
 
 
 
 BS Dolphin, living in Tennessee, has enjoyed freelance creative writing for numerous years. Holding a BS in Communication, she recently opted for creativity verses technical writing due to an imagination running amok. Writing for various clients, short stories on erotic blog sites, and self published; she mixes action with romance and rolls it in dark conflict on a daily basis. Ghostwriting for various contracts has granted a plethora of knowledge and feedback. Release into the ocean of writers under her own name has been a learning process. Recognizing the twisting loops within the learning curve has been thrilling. She is now eagerly racing around the next bend. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Publication Date: October 14th 2013 https://www.bookrix.com/-km25c00b242c525