So, you want to be a writer? Maybe not, but keep reading, you might be entertained. The first rule that many people tell you in creative writing is "Write what you know." I'm going to tell you that this is the last thing you should do. No one wants to read about your family drama. Do you think that Vince Flynn is actually a terrorist hunter? Or that Bob...
Warning: Mixes Catholic and Neo-Pagan beliefs, may be offensive to the religiously sensitive. Father Larry, a Catholic Priest of the Order of the Virgin Mary, opened the door of the confessional a tiny bit and peered out to see if there was anyone else waiting to make confession. Seeing no one, he sighed and opened the door the rest of the way to head back...
Sister Maria knew the only way to cleanse herself of her sins was through prayer and self denial. She also knew that the only way she could cleanse herself and her habit of Father Thomas' seed was to throw her clothes into the laundry and to have a long, scalding hot shower. What she didn't know was how she was going to make it all the way from the church to...
I've planted a couple of mental exercises inside this story. Would you or wouldn't you, if faced with a very difficult decision? Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too. Al Stillman; Robert Allen: "Chances are, 'cause I wear a silly grin, the moment you come int...
To be fucked by you is the best thing I can imagine. To be fucked by you, with my cum dripping down my legs, intermingling with the spilt wetness created by your fervent mouth upon my cunt spilling onto the counter below me is the best thing I could ever imagine. To be stretched out across the desk that separates us, reaching up on tiptoe with the arch of my...
"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was 8 weeks ago." "And what has been the nature of your sins, my child?" "I have been having indecent and vulgar thoughts, that distract me from my work." "What manner of thoughts?" "They are of a sexual nature, Father." "Thought...
Barbara's story. My gown has nothing to do with what I'm about to tell you. I'll save that story for another time. Those cotton panties, however, have everything to do with my story. Remember how I wore cotton panties when we first started dating and then one day I switched to sexy panties, the kind women wear. I'm getting ahead of myself. You've heard the...
As I sit here now in my office inside the church writing these online form of my memoirs I am taken back to a beautiful young wife that came in to confess of her dabblings in what was strictly considered BDSM back in those days. Now I realize along with the help of the internet and some of my other vast outlets that there are many different sects to this lif...
When he looked at the number on his cell phone, his hands immediately got sweaty and his heart began pounding in his chest. It was her again. The same girl. The one that made the dark, impure thoughts run through his head. He let it ring one more time to give himself a moment to calm down, then he answered. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned." The girl's v...
[This story involves bodily functions so if that offends you, don't proceed further. All characters are 18 or over.] *** This had been one of my best situations during my time as a governess. The two Grant girls were just challenging enough to keep me on my toes. But I hadn't needed to discipline either of them at all frequently for ages. And I realized th...