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Bless Me Father By Dawna Tompson August, 2000 e-mail: [email protected] (Story Synopsis) Jim Bowers had longed to serve God since his early childhood. Over the past 22 months he has lived with his friend and mentor, Dr. Curtis Selchrist, at the remote San Paulo Monastery in Northern New Mexico. With his help Jim has attained the pinnacle of insightful meditative prayer. Recently Jim has found that he can no longer enter this meditative state of bliss without being...
Awakening. The priest had heard the door shut quietly and settled into a comfortable position, ready to hear the usual liturgy of minor transgressions that would be forgiven with his scale of “Hail Mary’s” by way of absolution. Twenty minutes later, and having received an education in the emergence of one of his parishioners from drudge to the exalted woman she now was, he was, for the first time in his life, unable to dispense a suitable punishment and suspected that the occupant of...
Bless Me Father Part 1: Confession By Deane Christopher As much as Daniel Parker hated having to go to confession growing up as a young lad, he, as the priest he had become, hated hearing confessions even more. Like Jesus at the Garden of Gethsemane, every Saturday, during the celebration of the morning mass, Father Dan would beseech the Almighty to let this cup pass. However, though he did so grudgingly, each and every Saturday afternoon, Father Dan, following in the footsteps of the...
Join us for further adventures in The Fire And The Storm, Book Two of The Nexus Of Kellaran, available now; wherein it is seen that things are not proceeding as well as they appear to be, and; Mark loses his temper. Feel free to write me at [email protected] about anything, or to be added to my mailing list to be informed when I release new books in the future. Or Connect with me at my website: http://wayneedwardclarke.jigsy.com/ or my FaceBook page. Appendices for Blessings Of A...
It’s rare to find a woman, at least as upstanding and educated as I am, and a Black woman on top of that, who readily admits that she is a aroused by sexual variation and coloring outside the lines. I didn’t say it was rare to find a woman of my social and economic standing who is a pervert, I meet tons of them. We live in such a sexually repressed society, finding women who are sophisticated and conservative on the outside and horny and willing to push their limits when they let their hair...
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been two years since my last confession.”Mary was a good Catholic girl. She was obedient to God and her parents, kept the Commandments, went to church regularly, followed the teachings of the Gospels, and was chaste; at least physically. Well, except for that one time two years ago, and then last night. Before last night she almost never needed to go to confession. But now …“Two years, child?” she heard the priest on the other side of the panel ask.“I...
TabooI’m a pervert, and an unapologetic one at that. I’m so completely confident and comfortable with my sexuality that I refuse to compartmentalize it, lie about it, or be ashamed of it. I’m free from society’s pressure to conform and that is a joy most people will never experience. To most people in a sexually-repressed society, being unashamed of your sexuality translates to being a perv and trying to convince people that you never have any sexual thoughts whatsoever is considered normal. ...
Bless Me Father Part 2: Exodus By Deane Christopher Having just reconciled herself to the fact that she was no longer Father Dan, the new Karen Miller was keenly aware that she had some fast thinking to do. It was Sunday, and that meant that were she still the man and priest that she had been the night before, she would be in the church's sacristy shortly before nine, preparing herself to function as the celebrant of St. Catherine's nine o'clock services. Though there were only a...
Bless Me Father 3: Revelations By Deane Christopher Edited by Steve Zink Dropping the dishrag she was using into the sink's soapy water, a clearly shaken Karen Miller frantically stammered, "Gabriella." Reaching over and turning off the hot water, the former Father Daniel Patrick Parker continued on to declare, "You and I really need to talk." "Look. Why don't you finish up drying that dish. Then, after you do that, why don't you have a seat at the table while I fix the two of us...
Bless Me Father 4: Tribulations By Deane Christopher Edited by Steve Zink The virginity business troubled the former Catholic priest to no end. Being pregnant was one thing. Being told that her maidenhead was still intact by every one of the doctors who examined her was quite another. For all her faith, Karen did not like the implications of her being pregnant and a virgin all the same time. While Immaculate Conception was fine for Mary, Karen wanted no part of it. The...
Bless Me Father 5: Prodigal By Deane Christopher Edited by Steve Zink "So, what gives? Have you had a change of heart?" Gabriella asked the former Catholic priest as the two of them went about the task of preparing dinner at the halfway house. "Have I had a change of heart about what?" Karen quizzically responded. "About informing the Millers that you're pregnant. I mean, even though you're only their daughter in a physical sense, there's no getting around the fact that...
Bless Me Father 6: Rebirth By Deane Christopher Edited by Steve Zink It was a beautiful night. It was crisp and clear, with just a sliver of a crescent moon riding low on the horizon. It was, as all the local meteorologists proclaimed, the perfect night for viewing the spectacular meteor shower that was scheduled to begin short after midnight. Gus, who was sitting in the driver's seat of his wife's Chevy Blazer, caught sight of several falling stars streaking across the sky...
Bless Me Father 7: Narcissist By Deane Christopher One day, about five weeks after giving birth to a beautiful baby girl, the former Catholic priest got the second biggest surprise of her life. Stepping from the shower, Karen was rendered spellbound as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. A proper diet and a good exercise routine had worked wonders on her. A second, more thorough inspection, quickly informed Karen that she wasn't just beautiful. She was absolutely...
Bless Me Father 8: Courtship By Deane Christopher Edited by Steve Zink Mickey De Angelo posed a real problem for Karen Miller. While the former Catholic priest liked Mickey as a friend, she was slowly but surely beginning to recognize the fact that she was starting to like him in ways that went way beyond the bounds of the platonic friendship they mutually agreed upon at the outset of their relationship. As much as it rankled the former Catholic priest to entertain such...
Bless Me Father 9: Nuptials By Deane Christopher Edited by Steve Zink To say that Karen was mad would have been the grossest of understatements. The former Catholic priest felt that two of the people that she cared for deeply had egregiously betrayed her trust. Both had duped her through a simple act of omission. Both had neglected to inform her of what Karen believed to be a very pertinent detail. Both had neglected to make mention of the fact that they were angels, and that...
I'm a pervert, and an unapologetic one at that. I'm so completely confident and comfortable with my sexuality that I refuse to compartmentalize it, lie about it, or be ashamed of it. I'm free from society's pressure to conform and that is a joy most people will never experience. To most people in a sexually-repressed society, being unashamed of your sexuality translates to being a perv and trying to convince people that you never have any sexual thoughts whatsoever is considered normal....
Blessings of Ala I am Fumnanya. I am a woman of 24 cycles. Two months ago, I sinned. In panic, I stopped an eke, a python in common tongue, from consuming my baby sister, and in doing so, brought harm to one of Mother Ala's servants. In the Odinani teachings of our Igbo culture, Great Mother Ala is the most sacred of the Alusi after Creator Chukwu, she is the land and she judges we whom she allows to live upon her skin. Though I prayed forgiveness for many days at our ihu ala,...
Blessings and Fulfillment CD, Gay, anal, oral, cuckold, forced, magic, MF, MMF It had been over a year since the last time I had been home. This time, I was not the hotshot computer programmer with the sexy girlfriend any more. You see, I had been "down-sized" at work six months ago and because I had not found a high paying job fast enough, Carla, my girlfriend of three years, had left me. After she left me, I realized that she had only been with me for my money. All of the good...
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Jing lay back on her bed, naked, legs spread wide. Her regular lover lay on top of her and she had to take all of his weight. His cock was in her pussy, pumping in and out. Looking up, she saw every detail of his face as he concentrated on the mating act. She saw little drops of perspiration and imperfections in his skin. She looked at his face, pretending she was terrifically aroused and excited by what he was doing. One nice touch was that at the base of his penis, slightly towards his...
The small winery and vineyard my parents owned was about four hours from my home—one of those little towns in the Willamette valley. I didn’t visit often for a variety of reasons, but this time had a purpose. Robby, a co-worker at my office, had come with me. I met Robby when he came to work with our company. It seemed like he just kind of showed up for work at our office building one day. He managed to land some kind of informal, part time legal research gig—something about trademarks and...
Hi! Readers, this is Vineeth here today am gonna tell you how I got laid with my dream senior and how my fantasy sex life begins. Let’s not waste time and get into the sex story. It’s a true sex story happened 6months ago.I am 23 doing my internship in a reputed college in Chennai. I am fair, athletic body. I am a football player that keeps my look and stamina great. The heroine of the sex story is Krithika, my senior, to tell about her, she is a true sculpture with perfect structure. She is...
God, my head hurt. I was having such a hard time thinking straight. Everything hurt, not just my head, but that was definitely number one on the list. I couldn’t remember where I was, how I’d gotten here. Why did everything look so familiar? This wasn’t my stuff. So why did I recognize it? Think, Justin. Retrace your steps. What do you remember? The weekend. It had been the weekend. Yes. Ssssssunday night? Yeah, that sounded right. Something about… a special occasion? Not a happy...
Weekend nights are the loneliest at all the time! Because I always have relationships with men in the present, I am tired been stood up by them and put down a lot by them. The only way to save my heart from getting broken is to keep a promise to me that I will never go on a date anymore. But, I have the fantasies for sexual desire and to be love. I don’t have anyone to romanticize me with roses and candles to dine, to share my sexual fantasies with. Instead, I always eat chinese food; drink a...
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Queen Fanura smiled wryly as she looked up from the parchment in her hand. The messenger who brought it offered to interpret it into her language, but she had no need of translation. She read and spoke Corthon almost as well as she did her own Nurian. Her mother, who had been Queen before her, had seen to that by giving her the son of a Corthon warrior, one of her mother's many lovers, as her playmate. When she was twelve, she had taken him to her bed and made him her first boy slave. "Our...
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IndianMy name's Alexander Nwabudikae Morgan Sexton and way too many of my male friends think I'm a damn lucky son of a gun. When I turned 21 I was struck by the Sexton Family Curse: my lips and tongue taste like the best red wine in history to any woman whom I willingly kiss that has ever tasted a red wine before: and will get them drunk like it too. You'd have thought that would be a blessing, but it's not, oh boy, it's not! Just for starters, sure, girls throw themselves at me looking for a free...
FantasyLast October, a group of friend and I went to The Central Coast G****s and Grains Festival. We tried all sorts of beers and by mid afternoon I had a light buzz going and decided to try something more. Going to the wine section, I started tasting the different red wines at various booths. Jokeing with all the tasters and haveing a great time. At one of the local booths another taster bumped into me almost spilling her wine on my tee shirt. "whoops, you almost got me!" looking up at I saw a...
You're going for wine and you know exactly what we both want you to do. You're in a very short dress and a thong. I'm at work dying to hear how it went. When you get there he's checking out one customer and he looks at you as you enter the store. You push up your sunglasses and smile nicely at him. He likes it and smiles back. You stroll the aisles until he's done at the register. You see him walk over towards you and you have butterflies in your stomach. He's tall and lean and black. ...
SRU Wine BY Bashful Darrell Singleton was lonely and depressed. He always got this way around the beginning of December. The start of the holiday party season. He was a nice enough looking guy and his friends and co-workers liked Him, but he didn't get out much. He was shy, especially in large groups and around women. It had always been that way. This year, he was determined to do things differently. He was going to learn to mix with people and maybe find himself a...
Red, Red Wine A "Twisted Glenn" Tale by Trinity Podryn sat at the bar of the Crimson Hen and tried to drown his worries with ale. He was an unassuming lad, shorter than most yet heavier than some, and his brown hair was currently flopping any way it felt. He was dressed like a typical squire, leather boots with sturdy cloth pants and a tunic that looked like it had seen some time. The Hen was a tavern typical to the forested villages of Twisted Glen, mwith wood beams...
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I am writing down my experience with 63 year old Lady with whom sex was one of the best-thing It ever happened.Little intro about myself, I am an Indian Origin, 6ft 2inch in height, average size tool, 6inch & 2.75 inch thickness with large mushroom head. This is a lady of 63 year age (40:32:38 Stats) who was my regular customer named Doreen (Name Changes for security Purpose) at the shop where I worked. I think this is enough of intro let me come to the real part.In those days I used to...
Hi to everyone specially the matured Women, Divorced Ladies, Widow Women. This Is London Boy. I am narrating this true incident happened in my life back in 1997, where I was only in late teens & early twenties. As I am regular visitor of ISS and enjoyed quiet few stories. After so long I am writing down my experience with 63 year old Lady with whom sex was one of the best-thing It ever happened. Little intro about myself, I am an Indian Origin, 6ft 2inch in height, average size tool, 6inch &...
Eric groaned as consciousness forced itself upon him once more. Pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes, he couldn't help but wonder how he'd ended up naked, in bed, and feeling as if he'd been force fed to a trash compactor. Not bad for his first night back home. Of course, the sad thing was he hadn't even gone out drinking. Not that he could recall, at any rate. In fact, now that he thought about it, the only thing he remembered drinking last night was a glass of wine from...
A childless Australian Indian visits her mom at Mumbai to perform a puja to become mother. Will she succeed? How ? read on That morning I was going to In orbit mall at Vashi from my mother’s apartment at CBD Belapur. Suddenly I could see lot of crowd almost blocking the road. I was cursing the Indian public who never bother to block roads for trivial causes. I badly wanted to return to Sydney where I lived with my husband. I had come to India to attend a marriage. I asked the driver to...
AffairIt always amazed her when she thought about the strong urge he had for release. Of course, she had always been this way too, or at least for as long as she could remember. Closing her eyes, she felt herself pulse from the nights sex and thought about her man and how she loved to be with him. His sexuality was constant and soothing. She had just learned to touch him and take him from the base of his cock and jack the hardness in to him. This made her smile and excited to think she could stroke...
It always amazed her when she thought about the strong urge he had for release. Of course, she had always been this way too, or at least for as long as she could remember. Closing her eyes, she felt herself pulse from the nights sex and thought about her man and how she loved to be with him. His sexuality was constant and soothing. She had just learned to touch him and take him from the base of his cock and jack the hardness in to him. This made her smile and excited to think she could stroke...
Group SexI loved just lying in bed on a Sunday morning. I admired the way the N'awlins dawn slowly began to peek over the horizon and shine through our bedroom window. Of course the fact the early morning light was gradually revealing a naked woman sleeping next to me had a lot to do with my mood. She lay on her stomach, her head turned away from me, face buried in her pillow. But I knew she was awake, I could hear her soft, shallow breathing. I smiled realizing we were watching the same sunrise. I...
The change in Mary was remarkable and eminently noticeable. From being the shy diminutive figure, frightened of her own shadow and scared stiff of conflict and confrontation, she had become a confident and assertive woman. She faced the daily challenge of her limited education and overcame her painful lack of social graces. She had a voice and an opinion and was quite prepared to use them. A bi-product of her newly attained persona was interest from the opposite sex. In her job at the...
In the months since Michael had moved in, Defor had grown from an adolescent puppy into a fully-grown tub of lard. His liking for doing nothing at all and then sleeping like he had run a marathon after, was taking a toll on his weight. Labrador's are not noted for there boundless energy, being more like a mobile fur rug most of the time, but Defor was a prize couch potato. The weight gain was beginning to cause some concern. Breathing for the dog had become laboured where fat restricted the...
I am a very generous caring soul. Comes with the job I suppose. Though it could be said that I've been this way prior to me putting on this collar. It's who I am. Everybody has a purpose for being here and my purpose is to help others. I care "Excuse me Father Williams but I was wondering if I could stop on over for a few minutes before I go to work." Said, my longtime peritionor, Valerie Hudson. " Yes Valerie I'd be glad to see you. Not much happening over here tonight. I'll go put...
Jenny's hands were clamped tensely on the car steering wheel while Liz wrestled with a map. "I've seen that tree before." Jenny grumbled. "We're driving in circles." "How can you tell?" Liz protested. "Tree's all look the same." "You see the same tree over and over, you know." Jenny growled. "We're lost. I told you we should have sprung for GPS." Liz tossed the map into the back seat. "It's not like they come with a best escape route feature." She said. "We better find...
Blessed Art Thou He looked at the picture cradled in his hand and slowly, almost reluctantly, took another slow drink of the whiskey. It still burned a little as it slipped down his throat, but he could no longer taste it so that meant that he had drank almost enough to get to where he wanted to be tonight. Deep in his stomach his latest drink joined the bonfire that raged there and he could barely feel anything as it was. It didn't matter anyway. He was going to drain the bottle...
“Hey Justin*.” I returned the smile and removed my sunglasses, “Well, well if it isn’t my favourite sales lady, hey Christine, how is things?” She chuckled at my half-compliment, “Not too bad, business is slow though.” I nodded my head, placed my helmet on the counter and leaned on my arms next to it, “Yeah I hear you, having a slow time myself.” Christine is almost ten years my senior, after her divorce I’ve been flirting regularly with her, but never actually tried to...
Jack and I had gotten away with the perfect murder, so why did I feel so shitty? And, as Jack had said, "The bitch deserved it!" She did, if anyone did, so why did I feel so shitty? The police were at a complete dead end, no closer now to solving it then they were last week. So why did I feel so shitty? I just did, is all. Perhaps the fact that I don't go around killing people, whether they need it or not, as a general practice, figures in somehow. I'm funny that way about killing people....
Blessed By shalimar Where to begin is the question. Perhaps I should begin at the beginning of the magic room. There you are what you soul is, not what your shell shows. In my case I'm Mrs. Shelly Johnson, the Evil Witch, although in real life I'm a 54-year-old male to female transsexual with graying mousy brown hair. In the room I am physically 20 and a genetic female. My hair is thick and fine at the same time, but it is the color that makes me stand out. It is red to orange and...
I was so worked up after going out to the hunter’s cabins by the coast earlier that day, on the first snow of the Fall that my g/f had to stop the truck and give me a good licking. When she was done she knew that I had enjoyed her efforts immensely, but she also knew that if I could get a cock in me right now my body would shake and writhe excessively in one huge orgasm. Just the mention of the possibility that some native hunters were staying at the teepee was all the incentive I needed to beg...
The deep red of the wine in the goblet caught the sun and reflected red into the air. You looked deep into the Damson and touched it to your lips allowing the heavy sweet liquor to soothe your throat. Sighing you looked about the field of long grass and wept due to loneliness. You a daughter of a humble crofter had married the lord of the manor but he was an old man and you a passionate woman who sought a love you could not have. He delighted in dressing you in the costliest silks and fabrics....
I awoke to a sunny morning, rolled over and open my eyes to see my beautiful wife Janet looking at me with a half grin on her face, Good morning, honey! she says, Oooh, is that a little erection you have there? What were you thinking about? or should I say dreaming about? Her face hadn't even come into full focus yet, she continued, I've been laying here for an hour listening to you talk in your sleep and boy! what ever was going on in that head of yours I wish I could have been there. Now I'm...
by DireLilith Leah'andra sat at the head of the empty dining hall table, in a drunken stupor. None of the servants standing around her dared to caution her against such a state. They knew her temper, and the fury of her whip. They dared do nothing to stop the Drow Matron from indulging deeply. The house was a mess, as much of a mess as a Drow home could be. It was situated far from any of the other great Houses in the deep subterranean city Leah'andra had grown up in herself. She preferred her...
Sweet Holiday Wine by Throne About a week before Christmas, my wife Mila announced that we were running out to the mall for some last-minute shopping. I had already gotten her the usual bottle of fancy perfume, which she would be expecting. Then, on my own, I picked a lovely red scarf that would contrast well with the earth tones she favored. When we got to the mall, the two of us looked like an average couple in their mid-20s. We're both short. I'm not exactly what you'd call...
Sarah woke up and instantly knew that something was horribly wrong. She tried to sit up, but she couldn't. Her hands did not work; here legs did not respond. She opened her eyes and looked down. She lied in a white bed wrapped into sheds, but she could feel that something was missing. She tried to sit up again, but her body did not react. "Hello" she shouted, but nobody came. There was a window with white curtains. Gentle sunlight was shining through. What was going on? Where was she? What had...
FetishYes, I sent you the contract and a diskette. I think this is the version you bought. Go ahead and cut as you suggested. Noblesse Oblige by Abe Old Shedeur, my father's trusted advisor, reminded me: "My Lord Harald, tonight you must exercise your droit de seigneur; you must deflower a bride." I was aware that lords do that, but I had been serving my uncle, Sir Einar, as...
I'm kind of tired, today. I should go rest for a bit. Maybe I should go downtown to watch the lady office workers on their lunch break. That's always relaxing. So many short skirts and V-necked blouses. Lawyer ladies are the best. They have to look good to make the Judge decide to negotiate the sentence on the couch in his chambers, so they always work out and have great hair and make-up. No, I just can't take the time. I have to make my list and make arrangements for the pickup. When you...
July 23rd, 2025 Tara's transport was one that caused Mary some fear: a private airplane hired by the Peterson family but really paid for by John Finn at his insistence. It was also David's ride back to Boston as he kept a close watch on the Russos just in case, with Miles and Kennedy staying in Pittsfield to ensure that there was no delay or outside interference in the investigation into the Riley family as well as Hugh Shyster. It was expected to get difficult when Shyster made his...