Part 13: Father Kincaid calmly locked the front door and walked slowly around me, making little clucking noises as if appraising me as I stood there feeling more and more vulnerable, goosebumps appearing on my bare back, neck and shoulders. His deep, gravelly voice, the same one that was so intimidating when I was an altar boy, seemed to go right through me...
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of erotic fiction which features interracial sex, cuckolding, prostitution, son-mother voyeurism, humiliation, violence, and pimping. If any of these things are not to your taste please feel free to stop reading at this point. * I was 18 years old when I first became aware of my father's gambling problem. Throughout my childhood...
Chapter 17 The Farmer's Daughter and the Traveling Salesman In those days with the roads rutted and washed out by the first hard rain, unless expanding their routes and/or enjoying being stuck in the mud, traveling salesmen didn't stray and venture out much further than a few miles past the city limits. There were plenty of farms bunched together near the...
The lights were out and the corridors of the convent were silent. If you listened closely to a few of the doors soft moanings would have been heard, as nuns met with the devil. Behind one particular door was a lithe middle aged nun. This fair skinned woman was slim but with a heavy chest. This Sister Joanne knelt in the darkness by her bed and contemplated...
"Ouch!" Little Bell licked the torn skin on her knuckle and frowned when she tasted the blood. The tin soldier's ambush had been a success. She glared at her baby brother. "You play fair," she told him in a stern voice, "or by yourself." The boy only giggled at her, undoubtedly relishing his victory. Bell's hands balled into fists. If her father hadn't ma...
I run to the church, practically crying from shame eager to get all the naughty things I've been doing off my chest. I look at the door of the confessional, wipe a tear out of my eye and pull up my knee socks, which have fallen from running so fast. As I'm leaning over pulling up my socks I swear I can smell my own sex; I had gotten all moist again running t...
The dependence of Miss Angelica on flagellation came as a revelation to Polly. It seemed that the whole college was a school for discipline and correction. It was late one evening, when Polly realised that she had left a book in the chapel near the confessional earlier that evening, that she first became aware of Miss Angelica's addiction. It was a warm dar...
Father Myers was our favorite priest. He was about six foot two, one hundred and ninety five pounds. At the age of forty-five, he still had a full head of silver hair. It seemed that he had the answer for every question a young boy of twelve could have. But let there be no doubt, his most important feature was his ears. Yep, you heard me right, his ears. See...
Elaine's Neighbors: Their Story Tammy's mother had divorced her father just over a year ago. It seems that his lack of trust got the best of him which ultimately led to his downfall. Tammy was home on a vacation from her college studies when she noticed a change around the house. It seems that now her father has turned into a workaholic which left Mom prett...
Ted enjoyed knowing that Emily had so happily taken to her role of submission. It frequently inspired him to think of unique ways for her to show her obedience. He called these "games" when he would text Emily. "Time to play a game" would always send a shiver of anticipation up Emily's spine, as well as causing her arousal. It was Saturday afternoon, and Em...