Jenny was beside herself; it was the twenty-eighth of February and the last day of verifying stories, on her favourite Lush website, before the end of the month closed. She thought she was as close as anyone to that coveted award and she so desperately wanted it. There was one problem that stood in her way.

Her husband!

He had arranged to go on a short vacation to visit a church of some kind and he wanted Jenny to go with him. She could hardly refuse. How could she possibly get out of it? What excuse could she come up with?

‘Sorry Brian, but I have to verify at least fifty horny and erotic stories before twelve this evening.’

‘Brian, I can’t come as I have to read a lot of stuff tonight.’

‘I really want to go but I’m so close to -’

In the end, she said, “Yeah, I’ll come along but I have reading and emails to write on the way.”

It was a half-truth at least. Brian smiled and was glad that she had decided to join him.

Jenny busied herself in the car on the way to town by verifying as many stories as she could. She sat in the passenger seat with her phone half-cocked to one side so that Brian couldn’t see the screen. He should be concentrating on the road and the Sat-Nav in any case.

They eventually reached the town and Jenny was up by fifteen stories; all in all, a good effort so far. But the phone had to be put away while they parked the car and wandered around the town. They visited the church, but it wasn’t a small church. It was the size of a cathedral and they took in the cloisters, the crypt, the immense hallway with its Gothic vaulted ceiling and scissor archways, the secret stone steps that led to a secret part of the church that was only open for that one day and they looked at the numerous painted windows and Tombs. Jenny even considered the organ to be impressive.

Jenny became amused when she read the name on one of the tombs. John Still – it read. She giggled at the thought that he had been still for quite some time.

The place was a little cold and on more than one occasion she pulled her coat around her. She was aching to bet back to the verification process and even sat in the stalls for ten whole minutes while her husband read about the cathedral’s glory and she read and edited two stories, of a sexual nature. Two more verified; that’s seventeen now, she thought. She passed up on the incest story, thinking that would be too much for a cathedral, and made her way to a lesbian story.

She was rudely interrupted by her husband, who suggested they go on a tour of the site. Apparently, one was starting in half an hour. Jenny politely refused and told Brian that she would stay put and that the hour-long tour would be too much for her.

Staying put was, however, fraught with dangers. She had had to put her phone away twice while people walked past her and in the fifteen minutes, she had only verified two more stories. Jenny started to become anxious and huffed and puffed her way through two more verifications which seemed to take ages.

Normally, sitting alone at home with a good three hours in front of her, she would have got through loads and loads of stories. She could feel her award slip from between her fingers and she wanted it, so badly, and there were moderators on Lush that would do anything to win that coveted trophy.

Jenny stood and started to walk around the cathedral looking for places where there were fewer people. She eventually came across some little boxes and before looking around her to see if she was being watched, she dipped into one of them and closed the door. She immediately pulled her phone out and started to read the next story featuring a threesome.

The writing was mediocre, to say the least, and displayed a few grammatical errors and a number of spelling mistakes. At least she would be allowed to correct them and within a few minutes, she was up to twenty-two stories and counting.

The next one startled her. She had read a few of the stories from DarkSide before but this one grabbed her attention from the outset. She read the first two paragraphs which neatly introduced the main character. She immediately felt sorry for him and thought that this was going to be a sad story, but within a few sentences DarkSide had turned around the whole scenario and Jenny felt herself suddenly getting hot under the collar.

Her head was turning the words of the story over and over and without knowing it, her free hand had reached to touch her nipple and pinch at it. It must have taken her a good thirty seconds to read just three small paragraphs but the situation and scenario enthralled her. Scrolling the page with the thumb of one hand, she came to the part where the woman is told what she should do by the main character. Jenny felt her pussy clench and she could feel a wetness in her pants. She quickly gathered up her long skirt and soon had her free hand caressing her thigh as the main character’s cock was manhandled by the willing girl on her knees.

Jenny sighed at the thought of how the blonde teenager was so compliant and submissive and she found herself parting her panties to stroke her pussy as the blonde in the story lay back on the sofa and presented herself so wantonly to the main character.

“Oh...Yes,” Jenny sighed, “take her,” she thumbed the page upwards one more time.

Jenny’s sex was wet. She was sighing and without actually realising it she was playing along with the blonde girl in the story. Her lips were wide apart and her fingers poised to penetrate.

She thrust her fingers into her pussy as the main character thrust his cock into the blonde’s velvet sheath. Such a nice word for it, thought Jenny. She thrust her fingers inside her with each thrust of his cock.

Her climax was building rapidly as was the main character’s. Jenny loved the way he had forbidden the woman to come twice already and she could tell that the blonde was at the end of her tether. The blonde desperately wanted release; as did Jenny.

Come on, let her come, thought Jenny. I need it.

Jenny was on the verge of getting off as the blonde’s orgasm was nearing completion. The words Not yet my dear, struck an awful chord with Jenny.

“Fucking hell, DarkSide! Get her off,”  Jenny whispered, while becoming just a little distraught with the author. After all, there’s only so much a girl can take and Jenny wanted release.

Finally, the main character fucked his cock into the blonde with what looked like the final thrust of the story. Jenny fucked her fingers into her wet pussy and was closing her eyes in anticipation of the blonde’s orgasm.

Then she remembered the other stories by DarkSide. She remembered the twists that he always added towards the end of his stories.

“Please, please let her come, don’t stop her from coming,” she whispered to her phone as her fingers matched the main character’s thrusts.

The blonde climaxed. Jenny climaxed, letting out a low moan as her pussy clenched on her fingers. She then let out a small but audible “Oh, Fuck,” as her orgasm caught her breath and she shook on her fingers that were deep inside her.

Jenny couldn’t believe that the story had caught her attention in such a way while she rocked her bottom on the small wooden bench. Perhaps it was because of the location? perhaps it was the fact that she herself wanted to be dominated just like that? She loved the predicament that the blonde found herself in and more to the point, she didn’t need to edit it all; it was perfect.

Fuck, she thought, I’m going to award this story a Recommended Read for sheer ingenuity and for making me climax in a cathedral. It even crossed her mind of putting it forward for an Editor’s Pick.

Jenny heard the grating sound of the wooden panel being drawn back to reveal an ornate wooden grating. Faint rays of light seeped through and fell on her heaving breasts.

Fuck!  She thought as she heard a faint rustling of clothes to the side of her. Jenny kept as silent as she could while she caught her breath. It was just her luck to pick one of the working confession boxes in the whole of the cathedral. She quickly gathered her senses and tried to control her breathing.

There was a cough from the other side of the panel.

Eventually, she let out a quiet, controlled and very sensitive statement: “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned,” her eyes glancing from side to side and to eventually settle on the wooden grid.

“Yes, you have, my child. I have been here for ten minutes now and it seems that I too have sinned.”

Jenny gulped. The aroma of her sex suddenly filled her nostrils and after putting her knickers back into place she made a quick exit from the booth.

A dulcet, “Sorry, father,” left her mouth as she left the confessions box. Luckily there was no queue outside and Jenny quickly made her way to the exit of the cathedral where she saw Brian waiting for her.

The usual arguments ensued about her whereabouts and why she had taken so long but they quickly made their way back to the car, and eventually, home.

Jenny verified a good few stories from the site on the equally long journey home. Yet, she needn’t have worried on the Moderator Of The Month award.

She won it hands down – so to speak.