"Forgive me Father for I have sinned." Brie said as she closed the booth door behind her. "When was your last confession my child?" The priest responded. He sounded like young man, handsome and vital. Nothing like the old men that are always priests in the movies or even in Brie's albeit limited personal experience. Her parents weren't particularly religio...
Author's Note: And now for something completely different. This is not a short story, and though it is broken into sections I chose to post it as a complete piece. This tale consumed me for many months. I let it fester and grow into something much more than the original idea. It led me to research, and become fascinated with an often overlooked and misunde...
The retired priest's residence looked not unlike a university dormitory – utilitarian and architecturally undistinguished. Two multi-storied wings extended from a central tower that overlooked a large courtyard. Spotlights illuminated the cross affixed to the peak of the tower. Kat drove slowly past the residence and parked several streets away. At this hou...
Joan tentatively rang the doorbell of the rectory. She tried her best to display a neutral expression on her face. However, she was feeling extremely jittery after what had happened in the confessional that afternoon. Having assumed that it was crotchety old Father O'Connor sitting in the priest's compartment, Joan had talked about sexual fantasies and mas...
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...
1648 B.C.: Anen ran down the temple corridor. He could hear the dying cries of his fellow priests as they mustered the best defense they could against the formidable warriors. Enkartep had done something bad, but they did not know what; all they knew was that they needed to defend their high priest. He turned the corner and saw a crack in the wall. Beyon...
The First Valentine: A Historical Story This is a historical fantasy that is hardly original. Saint Valentine is credited with the first Valentine's Card, among other intriguing works during his life in Imperial Rome. This is a work of fiction based on the life of Valentine. It is a romantic story and as such the eroticism is more subtle; please consider th...
Grendel Wolde 1513, which is the dreadfulla storeye of the ambush of the deceitefulle and godless Urners against the truie, faithfulla and godloving people of Grendel Wolde (from a village church chronicle) ************** Tinu shifted uneasily on the small ledge and pulled the fur closer around himself. Why am I sitting here? he asked himself, not...
Det. Moore tried to catch his breath. He had been through one of the most horrifying interrogation sessions of his life. He couldn't believe all of what he had heard; yet there it was on tape. He had hear the rumors about this little town being a nexus of evil, but he had discounted those stories as just that. Rumors. He thought that this criminal investigat...
Awakenings: Physical, Emotional, Spiritual, Sexual Author's note: This story is primarily a work of science fiction, but it is more. It is a love story and a spiritual pilgrimage of sorts. There is some torrid sex, but it develops late, as an outflow of a much longer and more serious tale. For those looking for a quick fap, please move on to another story o...