Oh goody, I thought as I read this, downright gleeful at the thought of a mini Augustine’s Confessions infodump where we learn about his lovechild and his mistress. “Don’t pretend you don’t know what it’s like,” he mutters to Saint Augustine, who stares down at him with imagined condemnation in his eyes. He unsheathes his generously-sized cock and wanks off over his liturgical calendar, coming to his senses with a profound realization of shame as he splatters semen all over the church schedule. After she leaves his confessional booth he goes into his office and unzips his slacks. It was incredibly hot, and - worst of all - she doesn’t even feel like it was that sinful, even though she knows it was.Īt the desires awakened in him at her words, Father Bell cannot do anything else but give into his lust. She tells him her married ex found her in that club one night, fucked her like a whore and told her he must make her his. She tells Father Bell why she was attracted to exotic dancing in graphic detail: how powerful it made her feel to be desired, how men used her for sex and how much of a turn-on it was to feel degraded, commanded and objectified. She’s kind of Mother Theresa (before we really knew who Mother Teresa was) and the Whore of Babylon at the same time. She also works as an exotic dancer in an expensive strip club for fun, since she doesn’t need the money.
Poppy, it turns out, has thrown away her predicted future of business-savvy Stepford-Wifeness to volunteer for humanitarian relief efforts in Haiti. Within a few visits she has confessed that she is a sexually craven, Ivy-League-educated, heteronormatively beautiful rich white woman: also, she would like nothing more than for Father Bell to punish her for her sins like the very bad girl she is. Poppy, as we will later discover, is not sure what she’s doing in the church at all, but whispering her sins to Father Bell is not solely about satisfying her conscience. Her voice, telling him her darkest sexual secrets in the enclosed silence of the confession booth, fills him with want. Father Tyler is attracted to his newest confessor even before he sees her. Her slightly oversized front teeth bite down enticingly on that sinful corner of her flesh in a way that drives him wild. She is a lithe, slight-breasted heroine with dark hair and red lips. During one of the first few scenes of Sierra Simone’s delightfully explicit novel Priest, our titular hero walks into his office to jerk off to the confession he has just heard from the mouth of Poppy Danforth.
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