Joan slept the sleep of chastity, although she knew that she was no longer a maiden, and deserved little satisfactory sleep. She could not understand why she had such wonderful feelings throughout her body. Apparently it was God's desire, and he was pleased with her actions. She spent the day, milking the cows, currying the horses, cooking and cleaning. She...
Father Gregory O'Malley sat up straighter in his leather swivel chair at the sound of a knock on his office door. He paused a minute to gather his thoughts and calm his racing heartbeat. Father Gregory was only 33, young by the standards of the church. He had come to Holy Innocents Catholic School five years before, and was now the chaplain and spiritual hea...
Rachel volunteered for a priest - a man of God. His name was Father David and he was a magnificent man, whose gigantic compassion for others was only equaled by the size of his cock. He was her mentor, and she was his Mary Magdalene. Many months before when Rachel was only 18, she had met the Father late one night, while he was preparing for his Easter spee...
Father Brown had nothing like the famous Chestertonian character. He was quite young yet, he was not an Englishman, and his face absolutely did not remind the Norfolk dumplings. If it remembered something, it was the wind and the sea of the Aran Islands. A place the priest-detective would have found uncomfortable, but he was nostalgic about it. Especially si...
Written and edited with the help of an ex-catholic friend. This story may stir some controversy but then why write if it tastes like vanilla. * Raised in Boston to love, honor and obey his family and one-day to fulfill his spiritual calling, Tom O'Brien was the youngest of six American bred Irish children. Every Irish Catholic family dreams of the day tha...
I woke up from my nap about fifteen minutes to five and really needing to piss. I decided to not empty my bladder as I knew I would need some piss later on in the evening. I peed a little bit, then went back to my bedroom and took off my boxers. I slipped into my black garter girdle with eight garter straps. It covered part of my butt better than a garter be...
Confession Time "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned, it has been six months since my last confession. Since then..." My voice is soft; barely an audible whisper yet carries through the ornate divider without hindrance; its solid panel having been drawn back with a light rasping sound. "I ... I have missed Mass, three times, told several lies and, Father,...
I don't want to marry him father!" Rashida yelled. She was tired of the same conversation that she had with her father every day. "Khaldun is a great man and head general of my army. He is the perfect man for you." "No father, he is the perfect man because you need an heir and he will one day fill your shoes," she spat back venomously. Pharaoh sat upon hi...
Sandy's Story The chilly mountain wind chilled me to the core. The small gathered crowd stood at the graveside for the final words and the lowering of the casket. The grave stood in a small alcove amongst the trees. It had a view of the distant mountains. Mom would have liked that. Tim, Randy, Michael, and I stood in a line and each of us mourned. Sadness...
ok this is the last chapter of blood and ice i am working on a sequal but i will keep you posted and i hope to get the end of the shadow that binds up as well enjoy and thanks to my editor and to you the reader ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter twenty six: The end for now I tried to open my eyes. All I could see were the stones that had p...