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...
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...
'Forgive me Father for I have sinned,' Margaret said as the Priest opened the little wooden window in the Confession Box. 'How have you offended against our Lord Jesus Christ, my Child,' the Priest said with the routine indifference which comes from hearing hundreds of confessions. Father Morgan was now in his mid-50s, having qualified as a Priest in his...
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...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. * Sacred albeit salaciously sacrilegious, with Sister Kathryn reluctant at first, Father Thomas has anal sex with Sister Kathryn Continued from Chapter 4: 'Satan! Be gone. Satan, leave me in peace. Lord God, help me to resist temptation. Lord God, keep me strong against the Devil,' she silently prayed...
Mrs Potter has wild sexual fantasies in Church and then confesses her sins Mrs Potter had a problem with alcohol. Ever since she was about 20 whenever she touched alcohol she would get overwhelming sexual urges that made her very very promiscuous and would do absolutely anything that would result in her having an orgasm. When she and John got married they...
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It is two days since my last confession." "Tell me your sins, my child." The young nun knelt by his side, head bowed in shame, her hands clasped in prayer at her chest. The priest looked down on her, his cock already rising, feeling her so close to his eager body. He waited with fervent anticipation as he expected to l...
When he looked at the number on his cell phone, his hands immediately got sweaty and his heart began pounding in his chest. It was her again. The same girl. The one that made the dark, impure thoughts run through his head. He let it ring one more time to give himself a moment to calm down, then he answered. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned." The girl's v...
The world was simple and unchanging. There was the Pan, that endless expanse of hardpan and brush that surrounded everything. There was the Tribe. There was the Home. That was all. That was how it had always been. That was how it would always be. The men of the Tribe would hunt the Rach and Drom and Kett out on the dry Pan during the day and watch the sky at...
She was starving. She thought of conjuring food, but she didn't want to be seen using magic. Not in the cells. Not heading to the death row. She believed she could still redeem herself. One way or another. She was shivering. It was a bit past midnight and her clothes were torn. She attempted to cover herself more, but it only revealed another hole in the s...