Jon Chess strode up the steps of the Cathedral of Light in Stormwind, disquieted. Jon had not seen Priann, his usual confessor, for some weeks. Days ago, he had asked Brother Benjamin, one of the instructors of the priesthood novates, if he could tell Jon where she had been assigned. "I am sorry, Master Chess... if she has been assigned elsewhere, I would n...
She had suspected for a long time but had never had the courage to confront him. She had always been willing to try anything sexually, but she could never quite put her finger on where all his new ideas came from. Was he never satisfied? Was she enough? For her it was about the emotion but for him it had always seemed more about the act. Not that she was com...
I was raised in a Catholic household. We didn't go to church every Sunday, but we were respected members of the parish community never the less. From an early age, I was taught to revere priests and nuns. But more than revere them, I came to fear and honor them. Priests especially, because they were my channel to God. For most girls my age, speaking to a fam...
Note: This story may be offensive to Catholics. It messes with convention and blatantly contradicts and challenges the Catholic Church. It also presents a Priest as a masochist and a sinner. If any of these things offend you I urge you not to read this story Special Thanks to SimonBrooke (found through the volunteer editor program) for being my editor on t...
Cindy said good-night to her parents and ran down the walkway to my car. We were going out for a hamburger then up to East Rock to make out. "Change in plans," she announced. "I just agreed to go to Mass with my folks tomorrow. You have to drive me to the church right now and wait while I go to Confession. After that you can't lay a finger on me -- kiss me...
A group of men and women sit around talking candidly about their sex lives. Hi, I'm Paul, the host of this party. Welcome. Come in. Thanks for stopping by to read my story. We were all sitting around the big screen, plasma TV watching the Super Bowl one year. I had invited all of my best buddies to watch the game with me. There were 21 of us guys, includin...
Chapter Two. Confessions. I really felt ashamed of myself. Here I was, a happily married respectable woman of 34 fantasizing about 2 old priests. I just couldn't help myself as I lay back on the bed imagining myself in school uniform being interviewed for some reason or other by the 2 old men. As I lay there, fully dressed with my skirt up, gently touchi...
Chapter 5: Confessions Viola waddled down the aisle of Saint Patrick's Cathedral; she made weekly visits to the church since moving back to New York. Her and her family spent two years in Texas before finally admitting that they were all homesick for New York. For the past 6 months she came to the church for a weekly confession. Now that her and Micheal wer...
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned." "How long has it been since your last confession?" the priest asked. "It's been, one week father, "I replied "I've done something terrible father, I seduced a married man. My teacher, father." "Go on child." he said "I've always been attracted to him, he's been my teacher since my freshman year, I'd never really co...
Readers, I have merged this story with another called "Hermaphrodite Obsessions", for more on the two characters Chris and Terri you should go back and read the two chapters of that story. Thanks MV. Hello again dear readers, since you have seemed to continually enjoy my tales I will bring you another. This is not for the faint of heart. For the topic somet...