The following story contains scenes of a big-dicked trans girl having her way with a guy. It also contains strong religious elements, and could well be considered blasphemous by those who believe in such things. If you find either element offensive, this isn't the story for you and you shouldn't read it. Everyone in this story is over 18. ------------ "Of...
It was the summer after my junior year in high school. I had just turned 18 and thought I knew it all as I began hanging around with some wild friends. We started experimenting with sex, drinking and I attended a few parties where a lot of both were occurring. My family were devout Catholics and had raised me in a pretty strict environment so it was inevitab...
He slowly opened one crusty eyelid, struggling to focus on his blurred surroundings. He could feel the thump-thump-thump of his pulse pounding out its amplified drumbeat on his right temple. "Helluva hangover," he thought bleakly. With his right eye still closed, he managed to dispel the visual fuzziness with a deliberate squint. His left eye then proceede...
I solemnly bowed my head and crossed myself, sighing inwardly because I still had yet to go into the Confessional, which was my least favorite part of church. I eyed it with distaste, telling God he could strike me down then if He wanted and I wouldn't be all that unhappy. Maybe it was just because I had a few naughty things to report... Opening the door,...
Linda bowed her head in prayer with the rest of the congregation, but her thoughts were on the mysterious "Mr.G" who she was supposed to be escorting today. Following her instructions to the letter she sat on the front pew of the St. Augustine Catholic Church for the 4 pm Mass, which was the last one of the day. The church was huge, very rich and ornate, g...
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.." 'Father David' had heard it, time and time, again. Theft. Lusting for another man's wife. Violence. Impurity. Cheating on taxes. Cheating on girlfriends. Cheating on boyfriends. He hadn't been an ordained priest for a year, yet, and still the list kept growing. He still wasn't sure if this was what he wanted to...
I walked for miles without seeing so much as a single house. The sky was inky black, and I was drenched. I began to regret not waiting it out in my car. Then there it was, tucked behind a grove of elms. A small brick church. Our Lady of Perpetual Solitude. I ran across the grass, covering my head with a soggy newspaper. I carefully closed the heavy door be...
Abigail Randall strolled lazily through the village square. The summer breeze would occasionally lift her short dress, exposing her legs up to mid-thigh. She noted with satisfaction the way the men in the street looked at her, their lust apparent for all to see. They had been looking at her this way since she had moved to the village with her husband six mon...
There was a distinct feeling of entering one world while leaving another when the heavy wooden doors of the cathedral closed behind her. The thick, stifling New Orleans heat could not penetrate this cool serenity as she deposited her offering with a gentle clinking of coins. Taking the taper in her hand... touching the tiny flame to a candle. Was there anyth...
Designer stiletto heels clicked on the stone flooring and echoed around the empty church in Downtown Los Angeles as Vanessa Hudgens marched down the aisle and towards the confessional booth. She wore a skimpy white top that clung to her upper half like a needy child, her stiff pink nipples poking through the thin fabric like they were plotting an escape, and...