"Bless me father, for I have sinned." Young Tina McGregor recited from memory. "My last confession was three weeks ago." "My God!" She couldn't help but think. "Only three weeks?" so much had happened and now she would have to confess it all or face eternal damnation! Father John Flanagan always looked forward to hearing little Tina's confession. Oh sure.....
What many do not realize is that Andy Warhol's "15 minutes" applies to all, whether we're talking about our beloved Literotica here or the "more mainstream" publishing arena. How widely a piece of writing is read depends on how it generates "publicity." This reflection, however, pertains to LITEROTICA only. Its main focus is on story flaws. There are tons o...
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After a thorough examination of her conscience, an endless internal debate, Sara finally found herself kneeling in a small booth, facing her priest. They looked at each other through the screen. Her church had been assigned a new priest who was recently out of seminary. It had been an adjustment for the congregation, but Sara liked that she could almost rel...
Special thanks to Heyteach! For your feedback and collaboration. ***** Katy hefted the heavy box against her shapely hip as she walked up the church steps. Her breath left little puffs of steam, as she pushed against the door and stepped inside. "Hello!" she called out. "I've brought the donations my college dorm collected for the food drive!" cans and jar...
Confession Time "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, it has been six months since my last confession. Since then..." My voice is soft; barely an audible whisper yet carries through the ornate divider without hindrance; its solid panel having been drawn back with a light rasping sound. "I ... I have missed Mass, three times, told several lies and, Father,...
The following story has been compiled from the diaries kept by a teacher at the Rotenberg Academy For Young Ladies in Paris. The diaries are now in the National Archives. As explained in the previous stories, the school was founded by Professor Alphonse Rotenberg in 1891 to instruct the daughters of rich and titled families in the finer arts of sex. It was w...
I solemnly bowed my head and crossed myself, sighing inwardly because I still had yet to go into the Confessional, which was my least favorite part of church. I eyed it with distaste, telling God he could strike me down then if He wanted and I wouldn't be all that unhappy. Maybe it was just because I had a few naughty things to report... Opening the door,...
It was Saturday afternoon, and I was taking confessions as always. And as always, there hadn't been much traffic. I'd had a lot of time to think, to reflect on last weeks happenings. How did I let myself be drawn into having sex with a parishioner? Could I face this woman again, and be stronger this time? I looked at my watch: a quarter to five, I'll be clos...
Your name is John Doe. You just recently graduated the Leaf Village Ninja Academy and have now become a Genin after a ridiculously easy final exam (unless you're a certain blonde hair brat). Today you are required to go back to the academy to receive your squad and teacher. Pray to god you don't end up with some idiot teammates. As you are sliding on your sa...