Bill pulled up in front of Alice’s house and killed the engine. They sat in the dark holding hands like a couple of school kids. Well, at least Alice was a school kid. “When can I see you again, Mr. Walters?” she asked quietly. She knew from this point on their time together would be limited. Although her parents were not coming home until later the next d...
Sister Divine took her faith very seriously. The Lord God had given everything, His love, His dignity and His life, for His people and it was only right that she should give up everything for Him in return. And so she had chosen sisterhood in the Convent of the Blessed Mary, in the very ascetic order of the Damascene Nuns. Here there were no soft options in...
The sun rose, shining brightly through the window of Lucy, the newest nun at St Augustines Convent, slowly rousing her from a brief sleep. She had lain awake until the early hours fretting over whether or not she had made the right choice to join the convent in the sleepy town of Bushy Meadows. Pulling the blanket off her she set about getting dressed by dra...
In my former life, my name was Jackie Daniels...JD for short. I was, still am, an attractive thirty year old with a knockout, buxom 36-24-35 body. I'm a 5'4", 115 lbs green eyed gal with long auburn hair and perfectly shaped 36DD breasts. My various past professions included high priced cocktail waitress with benefits for private high stakes poker games in V...
1942, Brazil Sister Beatriz looked out to the hills as she often did these days. It was high enough she could see sky. She wondered if God was really there at this moment. These days, with Vargas as well as all that was happening with Europe, America, and Japan, she often wondered about it a lot. As an ordained nun, she was supposed to be faithful to the en...
Moira Lyttle was a classic Irish lass. Her flame-red hair fell in wavy rings to her waist. Her body was lithe, her skin milky-white and free of blemishes beyond a light dusting of freckles at shoulders, on the tops of her flawless breasts, and across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were green and piercing. Any boy caught in her gaze would imm...
I am a nun. This is a true story. I became a Christian when I was only ten years old. Even though I was born Muslim it occurred to me early on that Christianity suited me more so, mostly because of the gentleness I perceived within Jesus and much less so in Mohammad. Judaism just seemed far too original. This is not a downplaying Judaism or Islam - only a t...
Copyright 2016, Lisa Summers All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters in this work were 18 years of age or older, at the time of any sexual activity. Chapter 1 My name is Laura Hendricks. I'm female and strictly lesbian, 21, and have been servicing the sexu...
Friday evening: I race through the house and up the stairs. "Hey Dad, it's me, Maxi", I call. No reply. That figures: Dad's still on tour and Cindy probably went on another of her spa breaks. Suits me: no awkward questions from Dad about where I'm going and no bimbo step-mum to piss me off. Tonight's a big night and I'm already running late. I wriggle out...
Scotland: 1557. Margarete stood by the window, folding and unfolding a square of linen between nervous fingers. Her young body was taught with anxiety beneath her rich gown. Abruptly, she spun around to face the somewhat older woman who sat calmly stitching at an intricate piece of embroidery. "I must know more of him," she snapped, her large eyes flashin...