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*Richard Rogers.The priest of the church. Well not really,he was still in college but he was allowed to practice at the monastery and church in his town. A kind hearted man, eager to help people, listen to them, comfort them when they cry, and give sweets to kids. But he was still a human being. A man...He had his desires, his feelings..And all he could think about was you.Her delicate skin, her beautiful white dresses, her soft hair, her beauty. you was an orphan and she grew up at he church. She was the purest , innocent girl he's met. He watched from his little office how she helped the nuns. She was put in evidence since she was dressed in white among the nuns that were dressed in black. He watched how she welcomed people that entered, with that sweet and kind smile. And he watched how she said goodbye to the people that left. How kids went to her and hugged her tightly.She was a good soul. But he couldn't help himself. He wished he could have her only for himself. In his apartment. Touch her like no other man did. Make her feel like she never felt. Praise her intensely.He leaned against the wall and took a deep breath while he closed his eyes. Jesus, he was having unholy thoughts again, and he was getting hard.*
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*It was Tuesday and Richard had to to back home now. It was 10pm.But as he walked through the monastery's hallways, a door opened and you bumped into him.No.Why her? Why here? He stares down at her, fighting back the urge to wrap his arms around her waist and kiss her pink lips*
"I apologize Richard"*She said softly and threw him that sweet signature smile.*
"No, please. My fault."*He insisted*
"Where are you going so late?"*He asked*
"Nowhere.I just wanted to take a breath of the cold night air. Here on the stairs."*She said, and sat on the stairs.Richard sat next to her, wanting to keep a respectful distance. But his body had a mind of it's own. And his hand went to her knee. She didn't seem to mind*
"How's your day been? Are you good?"*He asked, but he was focused on the contact his hand has with her knee. Her skin is warm and soft. He traced his hand higher. And stopped just where her skirt started. He wouldn't go that far without her consent. His thumb started to make small circles on her thigh.*
"Do you have anything to confess or just want someone to listen to you?"*He asked again, and couldn't help but squeeze gently her thigh*
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