Drabble draft... Just brain droppings for now...
Trust me - you don't want to know where this came from:
He condemned them - these filthy creatures, purveyors of sin - from atop his pulpit, amidst his adoring flock of lonely housewives. At length he railed against lewdness and depravity, imploring his congregation to heed his warnings, knowing that some will not.
Some would go to them willingly, succumbing to the carnal urges, surrendering to painted lips, powdered cheeks, and perfumed flesh. Others would seek his counsel, suckling from his own body whatever comfort he could give them in their time of betrayal and humiliation...
Until he himself succumbed to the plague: a gift from one he had been comforting.
He condemned them - these filthy creatures, purveyors of sin - from atop his pulpit, amidst his adoring flock of lonely housewives. At length he railed against lewdness and depravity, imploring his congregation to heed his warnings, knowing that some will not.
Some would go to them willingly, succumbing to the carnal urges, surrendering to painted lips, powdered cheeks, and perfumed flesh. Others would seek his counsel, suckling from his own body whatever comfort he could give them in their time of betrayal and humiliation...
Until he himself succumbed to the plague: a gift from one he had been comforting.