You stride into my confessional as rebellious as always. Dressed in a tight t-shirt and jeans that accent your delightful curves. I shake my head, I should not think these thoughts, your cap on at a stylish angle you slowly sit next door. I listen as you begin confessing, you describe what you have been doing online. I listen in shock as you describe what y...
Father Ted DiBiase sat in the priest's section of the confessional booth. As per his usual habit, he took the opportunity to pray for God to grant him the strength, heart, and wisdom to help the next parishioner that stepped into the confessional booth. He ended his prayer by thanking the lord for listening to him and made the sign of the cross over his body...
The cathedral was a magnificent gothic-style church with many side altars. It could accommodate at least one thousand worshipers. Jim sat in one of the small alcoves, in front of an altar with a statue of St. Catherine surrounded by lighted candles emitting their beeswax fragrance. He breathed deeply, relaxing. This was his secret place for meditating. Afte...
A/N I know it took a while to get this chapter out and you have my apologies, but life does happen and a writer does get busy with other things. Do enjoy this late installment to my story and I do hope you find it to your liking. * Soft dawnlight shimmered just past the drawn drapes covering the wall of windows to one side of Charlaine's bed and the sce...
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was...I'm not sure. But is it alright if I ask you a question? It's about sin, Father." Father Chullikatt knew the young blond woman from the balcony beneath his cell window. She attended Mass often enough that she passed for a practicing Catholic now-a-days. He had seen her at Christmas Mass and a fe...
Warning, the following story contains elements that some readers may find distasteful. This includes, humiliation, pain, and bodily waste.If you find the above offensive, please read no further. It's a typical Thursday afternoon. Classes are over for the day, and I've already grabbed a quick bite at the cafeteria. From there, I rode the bus across town to...
Cindy said good-night to her parents and ran down the walkway to my car. We were going out for a hamburger then up to East Rock to make out. "Change in plans," she announced. "I just agreed to go to Mass with my folks tomorrow. You have to drive me to the church right now and wait while I go to Confession. After that you can't lay a finger on me -- kiss me...
(This is a continuation of Priestly Encounters, which I highly recommend you read first) **This is Fiction** * * * * * I thought everything would be fine. How could I be so stupid? This man, whom I had wanted with every fiber in my body, I had finally gotten, and I was on cloud nine. They say all good things must come to an end right? Well screw that. I...
"Well, I suppose this is one interesting way to die," Hugh muttered as he dragged the unconscious guard into the bushes behind the cathedral. The Witch's list had been sufficiently vague that they could improvise to a certain degree, and sufficiently specific that their ultimate goals were clear. The ends were all that mattered, the means... Hugh was just g...
Calendar Shoot October MILF NOTE: For those of you who have not been following this series, it’s about 24 main characters that are all news anchors. They are doing video shoots and using select pictures in the shoot for two calendars. One calendar is of single and married anchors. The second calendar is of MILFS. The proceeds are going to their selected char...