Her hips swayed in perfect unison with her chest as she walked; the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra was painfully obvious to anyone who cared to look. Her pink, flowing top was tight in all the right places, and her black dress pants skin tight, hugging her sizeable booty. Had she been at a club she would have stood out, her clothes edgy and sexy, althoug...
Chapter 1 I rushed through the waning light of the autumn afternoon, having been caught unexpectedly in the biggest thunderstorm of the season. It figures, I think as I hurry through the downpour, holding my coat tightly around my body, the evening I've finally chosen to make that long pilgrimage to confession would turn out this way. Leaves of all colors f...
***Please note...all characters involved in this story are over 18. Also, thank you to Dezi and Jarrod for giving me loan of their names and characteristics, as well as helping with the story! And thanks to everyone who left feedback on my last two stories!!! I appreciate it!*** * * * * * Chapter Two: The Confession Brian cleared his throat and stretched...
*She had waited sometime, lingering at the back of the church cleaning the pews with a soft cloth and lemon wax. Why did she come here every Friday night when her friends were out at the bars, having fun and living life the way most women her age did. Closing her eyes she let her head dip as the priest slipped from the confessional and moved out of the hal...
Written and edited with the help of an ex-catholic friend. This story may stir some controversy but then why write if it tastes like vanilla. * Raised in Boston to love, honor and obey his family and one-day to fulfill his spiritual calling, Tom O'Brien was the youngest of six American bred Irish children. Every Irish Catholic family dreams of the day tha...
Colette rolled out of bed, still exhausted, at six in the morning. Working at the inn was hard and she kept long hours, but she needed the money. She spent some of her savings backpacking through Europe, and by the time she ended up in the English countryside, she was keen to find a job. The inn, owned and managed by the motherly and overbearing Molly, was o...
I would like to thank Sexy_Curves for all her help with this story. Enjoy! Tommy O'Rourke would probably need to go to confession for this sin, someday, but not today. His mother worked at their Catholic church and school. On a dare from some of his buddies, he had stolen the church key off his mother's key ring and snuck into a confessional (the one he kn...
It was late in the day and most of the prayer candles that had been lit were flickering down nearing the end of their wicks. Father Wilson had just finished hearing confessional of all the senior citizens of the nearby nursing home that were regulars at mass. Certainly nowhere near as exciting or juicy as the days the college students came in. Mostly all he...
She hauled the mammoth carved wooden door open, and stepped out of the rain. The sound of the rain against her hooded coat was replaced with an austere, calming silence as the door softly closed behind her. Lowering her hood, she shook off the rain a little like a cat, from head to foot, and got her first glance at the chamber before her. The interior was di...
It had been my experience that children, up to as old as 16 were intimidated in the confessional. Being more comfortable in the presence of a priest that talked to them and provided something to drink or a bit of candy put them at ease. Being children, they still were quite secretive about their naughtiness, and even more so once they found out that as their...