Father Flanagan slowly woke up as the morning light crept through the bedroom window. His head hurt. He looked around. That's not my dresser, he thought. And this isn't my bed. Where am I? Turning, he saw a woman lying next to him, on her side, facing away from him. She was naked, and had long blonde hair. She looked a lot like his late wife. Then he remembered. The woman turned toward him. "Daddy!" she said. "You're awak...

Maria stood before her son's bedroom door. She held her fist up, ready to knock. She paused, a tiny twinge of guilt crossing her mind. For the last two months, she had spent every Sunday morning draining Matthew's balls, helping him to relieve his raging eighteen-year-old's erection so that he could go to Mass with her. At first, handjobs had been enough. But for the last month, it had taken blowjobs to get him to cum. Sh...

Maria knocked on her son’s bedroom door. “Matthew! It’s Sunday. Time to get ready for Mass.” Without waiting for an answer, she swung the door open. Matthew was lying on his bed, naked, sporting an enormous erection. “I’m ready for you to help me get ready, Mom!” He leered at her with an evil, lascivious grin. Maria sat on the edge of the bed, and traced one finger up and down the underside of her son’s cock. “How would y...

Maria knocked loudly on her son's bedroom door. "Matthew? Wake up! You have to get up and get ready for Mass." Matthew's muffled voice came through the door. "I'm not going to Mass, Mom." Maria's eyes shot up. We'll just see about that, she thought. She wrapped her fingers around the knob, twisted, and swung open the door. Matthew was lying in bed, covered with a blanket. His eyes were open, but he said nothing. "And just...

The shopping trip hadn't gone the least bit how I'd planned. Half of the things I wanted were out of stock, so I had to use second-rate substitutes. Also, the scanner in the checkout lane barely worked, the doors opened so slowly I ran my cart into them, and I almost got run over in the parking lot. It put me in such a stressful mood, I knew Clint would be put off by it, and with how hard he worked, he didn't deserve that...

“Shit!” Mel said when she saw the figure of a nun waiting at the entrance to the Chapel. “Do you think she saw us?” “I hope so,” Emma said. “Pleasure is always so much more satisfying when you rub it in the face of someone who’s denied it to themselves.” “That’s a bit mean.” “Is it? Oh. I can be a bit mean sometimes.” “You’re late, girls,” the nun said as they approached. “What took you so long?” Oh, great, Emma thought....

The headmaster, Mr. Fuller, did not understand Emma Newell, the girl currently standing before his desk and staring down at him with her large, innocent blue eyes. That was wrong for a start. Over six years in a Catholic girls’ secondary school should have filled any normal person with guilt, yet her flawless face showed not a trace. This, despite the trails of drying cum splattered all over it, with more gelatinous lumps...

Conrad clicked the lighter shut as he took a long drag of his fifth cigarette of the day. “Are you sure you want to do this? Like really sure?” “They don’t call it a calling for nothing, North.” Conrad North and Peter Kjellsson were sitting outside this fifties-themed diner, having just finished their burgers, and Peter was slowly slurping his shake, as his best friend since fifth grade chain-smoked as he had at any avail...

I was raised in a Roman Catholic house and went to Jesuit parochial schools from 1st grade until I graduated from college. The college as a small, private, college out east in my hometown. It was suitcase college, meaning students typically went home every weekend, leaving the campus to us locals who went there. I was on the student government’s executive board, which brought with the requirement to attend some of the col...

He wore a paisley shirt. The nun watched as he ate his hot dog  And as he took one bite, squirted mustard all over himself He swore loudly as if his voice was just loud Unable to whisper The nun fingered her prayer beads under her habit,   The other hand moving a fork around a plate of salad.  She watched as he grabbed a page of  the newspaper he was reading to  wipe pathetically  At his paisley shirt.   Our father who ar...

Mama was in the kitchen making breakfast the morning after my first sleepover. Smells of citrus and cinnamon permeated from blueberry muffins in the oven. Apple wood bacon sizzled in cast iron amalgamating with maple syrup and brown sugar. She was juicing satsumas, brewing Plantation Mint tea. Aromas of chicory coffee milk and vanilla saturated the air, when she finally caught us on the pull out sofa in the back. We didn'...

Catholic girls are always the worst. Or the best, depending on one's viewpoint. All that genuflecting and pre-marital sex is sin indoctrination. No masturbation. Kneeling, worshipping higher powers. It takes its toll on their behaviour. Such a furtive hotbed of repression can spill over. Burst from those that break free of the flock. Create the dirtiest little sluts. Like Trinity. A self-confessed recovering Catholic, she...

None of it made any sense.Her one true love was the Lord.Who did this random guy think he was, traipsing into her life, captivating her with friendship, then tantalizing her with something more?She could not even.Early that morning, seated on her threadbare bed, she scanned the sparse room for any items she may have forgotten. She remembered that she wasn't the only woman on the campus experiencing conflicting desires.She...