INTRODUCTION Jamey Robbins was sitting his den and reminiscing about his days as a porn star. He was happily married now with two children and his family knew nothing about his past. Jamey was 22 years old when he began working as a porn star. He had been recently honorably discharged from the Army and the home x-rated video market was just emerging. He was...
Mike looked at his watch reluctantly. It was Sunday evening, 5:15. He promised he would be at the church at 6:00 for Mass at St. Mary’s Catholic Church. His best friend, Dane had spent the past year converting to Catholicism and tonight he would finally be accepted by the church. He had met a lovely Catholic girl and wanted to be able to have the church wedd...
As always, the participants in this work of fiction are over 18. * * * * * All of my life, except for the first eight years, has been devoted to serving 'holy mother church' starting as an altar boy and progressing through the ranks until I took my vows. I was very sheltered as a child, and was guided in this path by my parents. I attended all boys schools...
OK -- here's a super short one-off. Been rattling around my brain for a while. I have to warn you, I am not Catholic. And even though I do have this odd obsession with priests (or just men willing to dress up as one), I have very little knowledge of Catholic mass and rituals. So any errors are due to my own lack of research. I hope they do not detract too m...
This is part confessional (my escapades so far) part aspirational (what I want from life in the future) and part explanational (why I think what I want works). Part One – Confessional I guess my first cuckolding experience came about when I was 17 or 18. I was out on a Saturday night and hooked up with a girl. Tall, thin, elegant, very well dressed. She ge...
Chapter 2 The following day... He got to his feet unsteadily using the kitchen table for support, making his way to the bathroom. After throwing up he raised his head slowly, looking in the mirror. He looked dreadful and pale like he did when he had the flu. Turning his head to look at his neck, he saw the swollen purple puncture wounds. "They'll heal in...
**This is fiction** * * * * * I had always liked Fr. Anthony. He was a very kind man, who after learning of my life story (which was somewhat sad) became one of my good friends. I, however...being the addictive personality I am, soon began fantasizing about what it would be like to actually DO something with this man who was for all purposes to me...off...
Anna looked up at the church front, shielding her eyes from the sun, which was only partially hidden by the steeple. One of the largest churches in town, Catholic, it's facade dark brick with several towers guarding the perimeter, each boasting a simple wooden cross. She looked over at Andrew. "What are we doing here?" she asked. Neither of them were reli...
Part 3 Her mom had decided to go to church on Wednesday this week because yesterday her friend had a birthday party after work. Which means that tonight she fell asleep pretty quickly sitting in the pew with her head slightly leaned back. The boys brought their game boys this time, sitting on the floor playing on silent while whispering insults at each othe...
I'm a Navy sailor, not a master spy. My paperwork had Fermin Ramos on it and I didn't have the slightest idea how to get paperwork that said anything else. I was taking on a crazy amount of risk. The trip to Haiti had been chancy, but the weather had cooperated and the small fiberglass hulled sailboat, pushed along by a motor as long as the fuel had held ou...