Fics like Dial-a-priest

It was late on a wet Tuesday evening. The priest was curled up in an armchair with a glass of whiskey and a second-hand paperback copy of Great Expectations for company, when his phone lit up and buzzed against the coffee table. Unknown number: are you still awake? He stared at the screen in puzzlement for a moment before replying. Me: I am, who is this? Unknown number: the hot brunette with the nice arse from the bar last Thursday She attached a somewhat tasteful, fully-clothed photo of herself, taken at an imaginative angle, looking over her shoulder into the lens with a knowing twinkle. The priest was forced to agree with her self-assessment of her attractiveness and the quality of her arse. Unknown number: I've got a bottle of limoncello and a value sized jar of coconut oil, want to come over for a memorable evening? Shifting uncomfortably in his chair, he blinked a few times and very firmly suppressed the urge to reply in the affirmative. Me: I'm afraid you've got the wrong number, but I hope you have a lovely time.

Fics like Dial-a-priest

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