A forbidden love that will not be forsaken.a lust that must be fulfilled. Two women, one just a young girl of fifteen, and a priest make for an unusual alliance for sexual intentions, pleasures and even cruelty. Where will their exploits lead - heavenly satisfaction or sexual damnation? A priest fighting temptation samples of the fruits of passion, lust and the flesh. "A man loved me! It was something new to me, something more than my mere sexual relationship with Gregoire. I told him that I did not see anything bad in writing letters, that I would be delighted to meet his request and to answer his letters too. Then he knelt down and started kissing my legs and my hands to thank me. He tried to put his hands under my dress but I stopped him. He looked disappointed. Then he sat on a chair and took me on his lap. He kissed my face so gently; he was so sweet! He was pressing my breasts on his heart and at the same time, I could feel his hand." What a strange situation for this priest who was fighting against himself. In his heart, his religious duty, his human instincts, his male instincts and his passion for her were warring against one another. He was almost ready to throw himself at the feet of his siren, to save her from the impurity she was living in. The battle was becoming harder and harder to endure. "In class, seeing her, so good, so lovely, so beautiful, so engaging, so tantalizing! Oh! It started by my adoration of her clothes, which showed the shape of her figure so well, of her dresses made of soft fabrics, which called my hands to touch them. Adoring her dresses, I started noticing her manner, so distinguished, so affable, so understanding. It used to throw me into dreams where I would imagine such pleasant pictures. She wore such a subtle perfume that my blood rushed to my head each time she came near me and I would feel a violent temptation to embrace her and devour her with kisses. I became so excited that every part of my body would quiver. Each time she passed by me and stopped to talk to another girl, if her skirt touched mine, I would drop a book or a notebook and, bending down to pick it up I would kiss the bottom of her dress. It sent shivers through me. She would see but did not reprimand me; instead, she would smile in such an exciting way that I would have been happy even if she had smashed my head with her foot. This timid gesture - which all of us did when we had an opportunity - did not make her angry. She allowed me to kiss longer and longer, and it seemed to me that from time to time her skirt would get higher. I watched her hand and I had the pleasure to see that I was right. At first, I would only place short kisses on the bottom of her skirt, I did not dare to look underneath. But, when I discovered the slight movement of her hand, I became emboldened and my eyes became wild, looking everywhere I could. Under the raised dress, I saw a beautiful slip, adorned with lace, and as the slip moved up slightly with the dress, I could see her legs between the holes of her net-stockings. Ah! What ecstasy was rushing through me. It was difficult for me to suppress my strong desire to throw myself at her feet, to grab her legs, to grasp them with my hands, to devour them with caresses." An interesting book, sexually explicit.