I Seduced A Man Of God

Hey Swēt, I have a confession, and God is already vexed with me for this one. I have a thing for men of God, always have, Reverend Fathers especially. I've been with a couple, and I regret not a single one.

This was never new territory for me. There was one before, a Father from my old parish. Grown woman business, he flew me along on a trip he was taking, paid for every single thing, and we lodged together like nobody would ever find out. Two consenting adults and a secret we both kept clean. So by the time this new one came along, I already knew exactly what I was chasing.

His name is Father Ike, my friend Ada's elder brother.

The first time I saw him, ehn, I nearly disgraced myself. Fine man, calm eyes, the kind of mouth that had no business on a priest. I got warm just looking at him, and he smiled at me like he could read every unholy thought running through my head.

I couldn't let it go. I begged Ada for her brother's number, told her I needed him to pray for me, and she obliged me, the poor thing had no idea. When I finally called him he wasn't even shocked. He just said, calm as ever, that he'd been wondering when I'd call, that he'd expected it earlier.

So we started talking, prayer that slowly stopped being prayer, calls running too late for two people pretending this was holy. Every time I saw him at Ada's place my whole body would betray me. Then one evening he asked me to come and see him, just me, and I knew what 'come and see me' meant. I went. The door shut, he looked at me like that collar wasn't even there, and that was the last second either of us bothered pretending.