Robyn O's Sinful Confession

By Robyn O

Father Garcia is ridiculously hot and with just a small nudge in the form of a dirty dare, Robyn sets out to seduce him. Robyn finds there's nothing hotter than a priest so inflamed with lust he abandons his vow of celibacy in favor of the temporary bliss.

This book is approximately 6,000 words and contains prayers that become dirty talk and graphic descriptions of their encounter.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robyn O
• Release date: May 4, 2013
• ISBN: 9781626227156

Robyn O

Robyn O lives in the Pacific Northwest and plays in the kink community with her husband who doubles as her dom. Robyn pens these stories at her husband’s behest because they turn him on. If anyone else is tantalized by them, all the better. Robyn dares you to read her books. No, she dirty dares you.

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Robyn O’s Sinful Confession

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Father Raphael Garcia was young, ridiculously handsome, and close to six feet tall with dark hair and fiery black eyes. I’d watched him preach only a few sermons since he became the priest of my mother’s church. Growing up, I’d had to listen to Father Madigan and he’d been a lot less pleasant to look at, that was for sure.

He readied the altar in preparation for Sunday Mass, his dark hair outlined by the brilliant light of the stained glass windows. It gave his head an aura of blue and red fire. His nose was fine, and his strong jaw gleamed as though freshly-shaven. I allowed my eyes to drift down to his neck and noticed how his adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed.

I shifted in my seat, adjusting my long, soft flowered dress. My cunt tingled as I considered what was underneath his long robes. I’d seen him shopping in the market once wearing jeans and an old, faded t-shirt. He’d had a body that was unfit for priesthood. I’d followed him through the store for a few minutes watching him pick out apples and some canned goods, vaguely curious about what priests ate and surprised by