"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...
I heard a dog bark in the distance. A chink of light came around the edge of the blind as the sun rose for the start of another day. As it climbed a little more, patterns of light danced on the wall until a single strong beam was cast on the wooden crucifix that hung directly opposite the end of my bed. Another day! But this was no ordinary day -- it was th...
Mason lead the vampress' up to his room and through the door. The man still lay out on the balcony passed out from what Mason figured was exhaustion and fright of the last few nights out alone on the property and running for his life. In the center of the room stood a young priest, whom Mason had captured as he left the rectory a few nights ago. The promise...
After a thorough examination of her conscience, an endless internal debate, Sara finally found herself kneeling in a small booth, facing her priest. They looked at each other through the screen. Her church had been assigned a new priest who was recently out of seminary. It had been an adjustment for the congregation, but Sara liked that she could almost rel...
Father John McMurray always felt a nervous tremor run through his body when winter was approaching. It wasn't the ice wind from the Atlantic that caused this sensation. Standing in the sacristy and preparing to carry out his clerical duties, with the first chill of winter pressed to his skin, his heart always leaps at the thought of what he would soon see....
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...
I have always known that, despite my little cock and balls, I am a girl. I am five feet three inches tall and slightly built. I have blond hair which I grow long, delicate facial features and small hands and feet. I love girls' clothes, particularly nylon stockings and lace panties and bras, which my small, rather feminine breasts suit very well. My father...
The feel of cold and damp floors under foot. The chill of the damp air skittering across my skin. The moans and cries of the damned sound in my ears. The feel of a heavy wooden door under my fingers. The voices of a pair of guards whom I quickly dismiss after they open the door. The warm brown eyes that meet me set my heart to racing. His face is young but...
Many people's lives were changed because Teresa had choreographed a butt fuck ending for their tango performance. Isabel was a shy girl, and had some sex with Miguel during their courtship. But Miguel was a selfish slob so the sex wasn't good; it left Isabel unsatisfied and frustrated. Isabel had never experienced anal sex. Marie, Isabel's mother, worked h...
She studied the priest with a cautious intensity. She analyzed everything about his facial features as they sat closely together; examining his sharp eyes, the lines on his face, his prominent nose and chin, and the few streaks of grey on the sides of his slicked back hair. She even took time to notice his perfectly pressed black outfit and the white collar...