"There, do you like it like that?" "Oh, God, yes. Like that. And deeper, deeper." Folsom was groaning at the fucking he was receiving from the bruiser. "Then open wider so I can get down there. Ya, like that. Ya, that's good. Sehr gut." Ohhh, ahhhh. m-o-a-nnnn. Folsom was on his knees on the mattress, his chest flat on the bed and hanging onto the brass...
* Before anyone comments, Yes, this part does have many similarities to one of my other stories but I loved the idea so much, I wanted to bring a little of that to Dani's life, and maybe expand it a little. I hope you enjoy. ***** Dear Journal, Things have fallen into quite a nice rhythm for me lately. School's going well, my grades are staying high and m...
Folsom was stunned and immobilized. He shook Tiho and looked into his eyes, willing him to be alive. But Tiho was already gone. His eyes, full of amazement and hurt, just stared back at Folsom in glassy emptiness. There was no room to maneuver out from under what was now dead weight in the confessional booth. Folsom twisted around and eased Tiho's body down...
Christ be with me, Christ within me... Christ behind me, Christ before me... Timothy was a man of faith. When he'd entered the clergy, he became a favorite of the congregation. After over a decade of service, he'd become one of the most popular priests at his parish, favored by the congregation. Father Timothy made fast friends with Mr. Ian Terrace, a ne...
My story began by my going to the confessional late one afternoon and explaining to Father Ted that I had been snooping around and found a stash of porn in the shed out behind our garage. I figured that it must have belonged to my Dad. Anyway, looking through it I found men and women having sex, women and women doing things I didn't understand, and older men...
"Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been one month since my last confession." Father Mulroney recognised Tommy Reynolds' voice clearly and smiled to himself with the expectant sweetness of this innocent boys' latest confession. Would it be looking at a girl across the quad again? Perhaps he felt guilty for eating too many sweets before bedtime. The...
**All characters and situations in this story are fictional and if by any chance parallel anyone’s past experiences, it is in now way intentional and simply coincidental** Phillip Williamson had just celebrated his eighteenth birthday and was eagerly anticipating his high school graduation only three short months away. Phillip was a normal high school senio...
My sexual liaisons with Coach Abraham lasted for the rest of my senior year, until I graduated from High School, and then I never saw him again. I often wondered what he was up to and if he was still as sexy as I remembered him. My only regret was that I never let him fuck me, as I desperately wanted his fat cock to be the first inside my ass. He was a confi...
João Carlinhos Garcia made his way across the deck. The only survivor of a plague that had wiped out the rest of his crew, Garcia knew that his chances were slim. They had been at sea for months when the disease broke out. Soon every other man on the ship bore those strange pock marks and grew tired and listless. They always died a few days later. The lucky...
Hi, I wrote this story as a Part 2, so part of it will seem like a recap of Chapters 1-7. But I am continuing the story as if I did not write the epilogue at the end of the last chapter. Chapters 8-11 are written like a stand along story. I pretty much got their whole lives mapped out in my head so there is no prediction of when this series will end. In case...