"Forgive me Father for I have sinned." Brie said as she closed the booth door behind her. "When was your last confession my child?" The priest responded. He sounded like young man, handsome and vital. Nothing like the old men that are always priests in the movies or even in Brie's albeit limited personal experience. Her parents weren't particularly religio...
Dear Mr. Nadeau, I have a confession to make : ever since you walked into class on that warm august day, I've lusted after you. I only had to set my lovely brown eyes on your amazingly athletic body, and already you had me under your spell. Imagine my disappointment when, instead of sitting next to me like all the guys usually want to, you marched right up...
What was high school ever about? The teachers told us, the future. I never thought that would mean sitting alone in a bar after work. With my navy blue tie dangling from my neck, I listened as I slid the bottle of beer across the counter back and forth. I thought about how funny it was, how I rarely drank in high school. I'd have a sip of whatever, here an...
Today you were giving zero fucks. You were so in charge. You were so sexy. You were dressed like a Satanist and had your strapon out in the open and you had put me in a slutty nun costume. I drove us to a church you had picked out for this. I got out of the car ran around and opened your door and helped you out. You pushed me down so I was on hands and knee...
I'm not sure what I expected, when I first entered the church. It was nothing but a whim really; I hadn't been since childhood, and was mildly curious. But things changed fast after I first saw him. I had expectations, all right. He seemed too young to be a pastor, not fitting with my image of what one should look like. A warm smiling face, kind eyes. He d...
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It is many years since my last confession." The priest settled back in his seat to listen to the voice coming to him through the grill of the confessional. It was not a voice he recognised, so it was not one of his usual congregation, but then at least it was not John Maguire confessing to impure thoughts about the Wid...
Authors Note: These works are what is known as “Flash Fiction.” They are stories under 100 words. My goal was to write short stories with a beginning, middle, and an end but keep them at or less than 100 words each. They are meant to excite your senses, and I hope that they do. – Chicklet Reluctance “No,” I protested, shaking with fear. “Yes,” he dem...
Father Jesus was having one of the best Sunday's of his career as a newly minted pastor. The previous week, he had given his first sermon. The church picked him specifically because of his background. Growing up in a small town in Texas, Jesus De Santos was not the most ignorant young man living in South Miami, Florida, but he was close to it. The college he...
One lazy Sunday, I went to Anna's house to swim and study, although we quickly decided to do more swimming than studying. It was a blisteringly hot day and we alternated between sitting on sun lounges in the shade and diving into the pool to cool off. I was wearing my blue one-piece, cut high on my legs. I always made sure I shaved very carefully before I wo...
"You wanted to see me, milord?" Angel asked quietly as she stood in the open doorway of His chamber. He didn't answer her as He looked her over. Instead of Him, she looked around her. His chamber was warm, the fire in the hearth was banked and comfortable. The shutters were closed, shutting out the storm and it was quiet in the room. Through the arrow loops,...