This story has religious themes and juxtaposes them with lesbian incest. Gianna looked at the text she'd received from her little sister on her phone again, contemplating. Lindsay had casually mentioned that their parents had left for vacation that afternoon and suggested her sister could swing by. The invitation held shudder-worthy implications. They'd be alone together. Again. The last time the siblings had been allowed...

Everything I had ever wanted was weeks from coming to fruition. I had dreamed of becoming the wife of a good man since I understood the concept of marriage. Having been raised in the Christian church, I knew I was made to serve my future husband. My parents were well off, so they ensured I had everything I needed to attract a godly man. My dark blonde hair was always highlighted, my nails always painted a perfectly accept...

It’s pathetic, really, that my parents still control me at eighteen years old. Instead of partying with my friends the summer before freshman year of college, I’m stuck in a bus packed full of thirteen to nineteen year old Bible Fuckers singing praise songs. Okay, it’s not that I have something against Christians. I really don’t. There are some that are cool, like the ones who respect differences and don’t take everything...

Standing at the front door of the clapboard house, I lifted my hand to knock. Before I could, the door swung open, and a woman peered out at me, her expression wary. "Hello!" I said in my most cheerful voice. Though it was mid-March, the afternoon held a damp chill that threatened rain. I was dressed in a button-down shirt and cords (no jeans! the youth pastor had said), but my teeth had already started to chatter, and I...

In the dim confessional, the air heavy with the scent of aged wood and incense, a young woman knelt behind the screen. She was slender and attractive, her long blond hair spilling down her back. Her cropped white t-shirt offered a glimpse of her midriff, and her fitted leggings accentuated her curves. At nearly eighteen, she possessed a youthful allure, an enticing mix of innocence and seduction. Her voice, soft yet confi...

In the ancient town of Bethlehem, under the watchful gaze of the crescent moon, a warm breeze carried the scent of the nearby olive groves. The town was abuzz with anticipation for the upcoming census. The streets teemed with travelers, and the inns were filled to capacity. The only place that offered respite, a quiet refuge, was the humble stable behind the town's small chapel. Mary, a young maiden of 18 summers, her rad...

He was the embodiment of chaos. An unpredictable cartoon character. He represented everything Jennifer Laurent should have abhorred – crude, goofy, lackadaisical, kind of lazy, spontaneous… agnostic. Even the first time they met, Jennifer didn’t really think much about Alex, but clearly she had some kind of effect on him. It was some event where their respective colleges sent teams to research something together. The coll...

Tara and I had just finished our sandwiches when she made a show of fanning herself. "It's getting hot," she said. "Why don't we head into the woods for a little while?" I swallowed hard at her suggestion. Though the spring day was plenty warm, my flushed face had nothing to do with the heat. Hadn't I expected this to happen? I asked myself. When Tara invited me to a nature preserve not far from the college we both attend...

Valeria was a fallen angel exiled to earth after disobeying the commands of God. She was kind, and meek, and always tried to fulfill her duties as an angel. However, God believed her to be disobedient and banished her to earth to reflect on her imperfections and weaknesses. The only thing Valeria wanted was to be a good and obedient angel. She spent every moment on earth pacing the church pews reflecting on her time as an...

Last night was a blast. It was great to see old friends from high school, an unofficial reunion. Winter on Long Island brought back so many memories. Several of us had too much to drink. I was thankful that Kathleen lived close by. She offered her house, a small two-bedroom track house, to anyone who wanted to crash for the night. That sounded like a great idea because I was in no condition to make the trip back to my hot...

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...

My vagina is in need of a plumber. I'm leaking juices as if a pipe has burst within me. His cock is rock hard and enlivening my clit, my breasts and my innards. I feel fantastic. Sexy. Alive. Chosen. His hands are on my naked hips, caressing my bony flesh. His scent is sweet. His naked body, frankly, looks great. I rock back and forth, and his cock stimulates me in places my fingers simple can't reach. I was taught that s...