"Seeing so much was entertaining and educational"
She watched from what she thought of as her favorite personal spot, several branches up in the middle of a large maple tree. The young couple intruded on her privacy several times now. She hoped they would simply go away,...
"Old friends re-connect across thousands of miles in the face of marriage and religion"
“I want you to go to bed tonight,” he began saying.“I go to bed every night,” she interrupted, and laughed.“Can I finish?” he continued.“Go ahead.”“I want you to go to bed tonight, and wait until he is asleep. I know...
"Alison and Claire go to church."
“You can’t wear that!” exclaimed Alison.“Why not? Isn’t it sluttish enough?” replied Claire. She was proudly showing off her tight black wet-look PVC one-piece dress, which barely covered the distance between her nipples and her ass. Her cunt lips peeped...
"Alison has an identity crisis – and a surprise."
Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. This is love: not that...
"That same afternoon, in the Princess Asshole Hospice…"
“Where’s Claire?” asked Dick-Dick – for indeed, Claire was missing.“She was with Danica and Johnny,” said Alison. “I think she wanted to catch the beginning of their lecture.”“Ah – excellent idea,” said Dick-Dick, “but I hope she isn’t late. We...
"Alison and Eva are reconciled. But what has happened to Anna and Andy?"
Claire was delighted to see Alison back at the Academy, and gave her a long sloppy tongue-suck the moment she reappeared in the Money Lab. That she appeared hand-in-hand with Eva was a shock, and elicited a twinge of jealousy...
"Matthew 7:1-5"
“Father Antonio!” smirked 16-year-old Giovanni as he arrived for liturgy practice. “Guess what? Those two sisters from the convent – they were touching each other at communion!”The young priest smiled knowingly. “Best not to snitch, Gianni. We have secrets too...
"John 6:53-56, 19:34-35"
“Sangue di Cristo,” intoned Padre Antonio, as full-bodied Suor Dolcina drank deeply from the silver chalice, Precious Blood rich and honeyed on her tongue.“Amen.” A crimson droplet trickled across her lower lip. She savoured it, and saved it, gently touching...
His loins spent, Anna dismissed, Padre Antonio deliberately left his hands unwashed so that, at evening mass, between collect and acclamation, he might furtively enjoy that heavenly-hellish aroma which lingered so powerfully on his lips and fingers: sweet, pungent, rich...
“Corpo di Cristo.”“Amen.”It occurred to young Padre Antonio, as he distributed communion at first mass, that he really should have washed his hands first. His fingers still felt slightly viscous, turning claggy on the hosts. He swore silently, simultaneously praying...