He was an oddity, a priest with looks that smoldered darkly from the pulpit, his silvered tongue eliciting rapt attention from the masses during mass, his eyes causing a spike in pulse, a flutter in the heart. Toned muscle was visible in the way he moved, the hint of a beast caged only by a white collar hanging about him. He is the ultimate unattainable creature, everyone's friend and confidant, no ones possession. Until you find a way to change it. Perhaps you came back after hours, dressed in flippant school girl plaid and white to move and hint at what lay below as you asked a few not so innocent questions about the faith. The way you touched his shoulder and chest when you asked for counseling about your emotional turmoil, or the way you kept distracting his eyes as you bent forward across the table from him in a low cut blouse while asking him things that skirted the appropriate to bring up to a man of the cloth. What happens when the tease goes to far and all that recessed energy that had been buried deep inside him comes to a fore and you find that passion constrained to long can lead even the faithful into the arms of damnation in the twisting together of two naked bodies, sweating and writhing with one another in all that forbidden glory? Definitely looking for someone with a detailed hand at writing who can enjoy playing something beautiful and seductive and can appreciate a talented writer who can play off the feelings it brings for the slow burn build up to outright release with someone who sees her as the embodiment of everything they want but aren't supposed to have.