Churches and cathedrals did funny things to me. In the House of The Lord, I managed to find my urges bubbling quietly until it boiled out of control. I'm an atheist, a fledgling one. No such emotions to be felt when I was in a temple or a synagogue. It would always be in a church. My 'stab-in-the-dark' suggested that it could be the beauty that was within...
Father Brentwood had brown eyes that locked onto me. Maybe it was some kind of trick priests learned in seminary school where they make their eyes infinitely deep. He touched my forehead and didn't need to say a word, but I heard his soft deep voice anyway, "I understand what you're going through. It must be so hard. I'm here for you." When he moved the wa...
A momentary shaft of light interrupted his thoughts as the door opened and closed on the other side of the confessional. Before even a word was spoken, he knew it was she, and knew the consequence of her visit. His serenity vanished, fluttering off into the horizon as if a startled dove. Her now familiar, intoxicating perfume wafted through the stall and...
It felt like hours as the moments ticked by while she secretly sat in the confessional. The mix of fear and excitement was heady, and her hand travelled down beneath her coat. She ran her fingers lightly up the inside of her smoothly shaven thigh. She was sweating between her legs. No longer were there goosebumps. Suddenly this enclosed space seemed to feel...
Life had become stale, predictable. The same routine every day, the same things to "look forward" to. The same faces, the same expectations, the same everything. She was in a rut and felt it every day. Don't misunderstand, there was so much in her life she loved. She loved her husband, her kids, her house. She had a great but stressful job that brought in g...
I remember it well. She always tried making me go to church with her, with me always managing to avoid going… Until this day, that is. She finally managed to back me into a corner, forcing me to go… But from the moment I lost, I actually won. Suddenly my mind willed with thoughts that some might find a bit on the crazy side, but no, no, no, not her, I knew h...
I'm a pervert, and an unapologetic one at that. I'm so completely confident and comfortable with my sexuality that I refuse to compartmentalize it, lie about it, or be ashamed of it. I'm free from society's pressure to conform and that is a joy most people will never experience. To most people in a sexually-repressed society, being unashamed of your sexualit...
1. I hate golf! There I said it. But with a smile and a gracious thank you, I now find myself standing outside on God's green grass, under God's blue sky trying to hit a tiny ball as far as possible. 'Fit in with your flock. Let them know you are a man of god, but also a man of the people.' These wise words came from Father Drake as I stepped out of seminar...
Jen entered the Church, dipped her hand in the Holy water and made a sign of the cross. She took a deep breath and headed towards the confessional. Before she went she took one last deep breath. Although at 37 yrs old, she has done this many times before it always made her anxious. She entered the confessional and knelt down on the kneeler. A screened window...
The sun was beginning to fry the back of his balding head, and sweat shimmered lightly against his neck and skin as he mowed the lawns of the church yard. He wiped his brow, taking pleasure in the heat from the long-coming Summer. He took pleasure from the idea that the natural warmth of the sun came from God. The heat, though too often an abomination, remin...