The white man walked into the building, saw the light of the confessional box turned green and decided to approach it, knowing no one would be inside. It was late in the evening, about a quarter past eight. He should have been home by now. Matter of fact, that was where he was enroute to when he'd decided to stop by here and make bare his soul to someone who...
~A maple casket is slowly lowered into a freshly dug grave.~ I jumped straight into a sitting position when the alarm went off. Mel and Steph spent the night on either side of me, but the bed was vacant. I rubbed my eyes and wondered who set the alarm for early Sunday morning. The giggles came from the bathroom as I stood up. "Peter, you need to get read...
Father Frenault tapped his watch, just to make sure it was still running. It was. 3:26. Damn it! She should have been here by now! he thought bitterly, then immediately made penance for the mental outburst and bit of implied blasphemy. He could afford a few more minutes before heading over to the Murphy boy's wake. In the meantime, he had no choice but to wa...
You were waiting in the pew for confession and at your age maybe you should have known better than to develop a schoolgirl crush on the new Priest but age was just a number and girlish fantasies had followed you well into adulthood. You watched the high school principal slipping from the confessional booth, rosaries clutched in her hand, her face streaked w...
IMPORTANT NOTE TO READERS! - As an official disclaimer, it must be noted and strongly emphasized that no sexual relationships between "underage" individuals and adults—either consensual or non-consensual—ever actually takes place within the descriptions and the general narrative of this literary work. As you read this story, you will come to realize that the...
Sister Joanne had been extremely bad this week and never in her whole 37 years had she done so much that needed to be confessed. That week she had willingly consorted with a man. Not for love but for sexual gratification. She always had a meeting with the village priest on Friday mornings. Sat in silent contemplation on the hard pews in the nave she waited...
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...
By: Col. Brunhilda 'Iceberg' Buriman, ret. Sorority Sister of Pi Loda Cum Chapter Seven: Question Me Harriette sat with head tilted back, gun pressed between her legs, tickling her clit in a most luscious way, behind the door Dude closed softly in departing. She sat staring at patterns painted on the ceiling and her mind, yet saw and thought nothing. All...
The man in black was standing alone on a dark street corner. In front of him was an old church. He stood there looking up at the church in awe. It was an enormous and impressive thing, looming overhead in the semi-darkness. It was misting rain that night. The streetlights tried feebly to penetrate the gloom. Standing in front of the church wearing a leather...
She came every week like clockwork. She always came in on the same day, same time and used the same confessional with the same priest to absolve her of her sins. It was like torture to him. He would pray every week after she left and learned that praying before he knew she would come, that it would give him strength and the power to resist the impure thought...