Rachel made the sign of the cross and got up from her kneeling position in front of the altar with the large cross where Jesus looked down at her. She looked away from his accusing eyes and shame filled her body. She walked over to the confession booth and waited in line. There was a man and an older woman before her so she sat down and checked her phone. Her friend Jenny had texted her about meeting up for a coffee but R...

The house was practically shaking, so loud was the music at Lily’s eighteenth birthday party. Her parents had told her that the volume had to come down at eleven, and if the police were called, she would be in big trouble, so she was watching the time carefully. Luckily, it wasn’t just her birthday that evening; it was also the night of a festival in the town, so a lot of locals were out, anyway. Lily took a drink of wine...

Sister Noelia was alive. To begin with, there can be no doubt about that. To confront a further suspicion the reader may have of her, based on events in this tale, she was not only alive but very much sane. In fact, she was beloved and respected throughout not just the convent but the town of Santiago de Compostela, where she lived. And no wonder! None of the sisters were as diligent in their duties to God, nor as modest...

Lucille. P stared morosely at the screen. She had put hours and hours into her recent Lush story. It was about two young hotties who had met on the beach. She’d planned it meticulously. Her lead character had an arc, in which she’d overcome insecurity about a scar on her body to give herself to a man. There was a nicely written seduction scene with desire and hesitation, if not reluctance. She was particularly proud of th...

Emily was eighteen years old and had held on to her virginity. She had committed other sexual acts with various partners, but never gone all the way. She had been eighteen since last December, broke off a long-distance relationship in January, and still had yet to get any action. This summer, though, was growing long and boring, and she was becoming more and more pent-up and frustrated. She finally took action. Even thoug...

I had been a Boy Scout Leader for years. Even though I had no children, I had grown up through the program and received the rank of Eagle Scout. When I met my (ex)wife, she did not like the fact that “grown” men with no kids were allowed to “play” Boy Scout and demanded that I quit. Reluctantly, I did. I thought I would get my chance again with my own children, but sadly (or thankfully), we did not have any. Fast forward...

In the year of 2017, Sebastian M arrived at the University of Girona to begin his study of politics and philosophy. He was tall and well built at eighteen, with a blonde crew cut. He was elated to finally escape the family home and find his freedom. His relationship with his mother had deteriorated badly as he began to assert his independence, and he now referred to her as Matri-narc. Sebastian surveyed his college dorm r...

Nobody thought Mary was a virgin. I certainly didn't. She certainly didn't dress the part, and the way she carried herself with a little sway and a good bit of confidence seemed to indicate a well-experienced woman. I had long found her attractive, but never really gotten to know her more than casually. We had been in a couple of classes together but hadn't gotten much beyond hello. Mary was tall and lanky, taller than so...