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...

Lisa woke up from the streak of light making its way through the almost closed curtains. Her still foggy mind soon remembered that she must have forgotten to properly close them last night, which was understandable given how exhausted she had been. Coming more to her senses, Lisa realized she was still tightly hugging her pillow, inhaling through her nostrils. Lisa could still pick up on the faint musky smell of her juice...

Lisa was and had always been sheltered by her parents, particularly regarding sexuality. Religion had played a large part in her upbringing until recently when she moved out to live on her own. In her parents' household, masturbation was heavily discouraged or even punished. This, along with a myriad of other reasons, made Lisa move out in her early twenties, curious about what the world beyond the walls of her parent's h...

"Bless me, Mother, for I have sinned." "Are your sins of the flesh?" "Always." "Then proclaim them to the convent, that we may rejoice in them." The sisters leaned in to hear, the excitement already palpably transmitted through their Implants. Confession had become everyone's favourite hour since the Conversion. "I have taken men and women in my bed, and..." "This is the language of the past, daughter. Do not fear to name...

Shit! Rebecca cursed as she finally succeeded in lifting the window into the dining room from the porch outside. The ages of dust, dirt, and grime seemed to wedge the window pane in place permanently and the screech of wood on metal on a decade of buildup echoed. But Rebecca needed to open the window because she misplaced her keys, tonight of all nights. And she misplaced her keys because for the first time in her young a...

Before me stands a host of angels And I, knelt before them, ask for grace One approaches, I dare not look But he grabs my chin and lifts my face Dressed in Glory, Seraphs, naked Throbbing cocks like spears in hand It is a sacred duty they demand To be Heaven's chosen cunt One by one; They take me all With every thrust I beg for more I wish it'd last forever I want to be a whore The vision fades; my eyes clear She lifts he...

As I sit in class with the sixty or so other students, the lecture fades away. There’s just Dr. Smith as he lays out the scenario to teach us about social inequality. He comes closer to my desk and his passionate blue eyes fall on me. Couldn’t he just lean a little closer, drop that pen he always uses to teach with, that he clicks to make a point, and then get on his knees right in front of me? I bet the stubble on his sh...

"Curiosity is the lust of the mind." Thomas Hobbes CHAPTER 1 Reverend Thaddeus Morrow, Rector of the Morris Island Free Church of the Revelation, gets to his feet and surveys his congregation. They are sweating freely. This pleases him. The wooden shutters of the Church are wide open, but the day is windless. The heat of the late summer rises off the marsh outside and seeps in like a miasma. Not a person makes a move to m...

I must admit, the lady surprised me. Dorothy was one of those hard nuts -- lovely, sweet, and perhaps a little bit repressed. Although she was thirty, just getting her to hold hands or kiss me (other than a peck on the cheek) took repeated effort. She could be a lot of fun, except for her apparent fear of anything even slightly sexual. But gradually, she had gotten over some of the most basic things: a kiss, holding hands...

Weeks go by in one long, endless torture session. My aching arousal waxes and wanes but is always there, accompanying me the same way my breath and my pulse do. I learn to embrace any pain because it occasionally distracts me from the ache. I learn that the ache comes mostly from inside, from an unreasonable expectation, and that just like the Vow says, I don’t have any real control over it. Only my teacher does, and he u...

Colton Broderick Keene is a man who wears a big silver watch – he’d probably call it a ‘time piece’. It is the first thing I notice when he meets us the first time, in the sitting room of the main house of his estate, coming toward us in a muted-colored suit that is tailored to hug his substantial body and emphasize the masculine muscles, angles, and bulges of him. Dylan told me on our way here that there was an ‘estate’....

If any of the partygoers look in our direction, they merely see a boyfriend and a girlfriend huddled together in a gloomy corner; she sitting sideways on his lap, he holding her safely, both of them relaxing. They might think we’re sharing a mellow moment of innocent intimacy. Maybe we’re having a conversation? They might think that I got chilly in my strappy little number after sweating on the dancefloor and then sitting...

It's been my experience that Catholic girls tend to be really hot in bed, if you can get them in bed. They tend to approach sex with a vibrancy and vitality that explodes. But they can be very difficult to get into bed. Betty Ann was a good example of this. She would flirt hard, but she was seriously opposed to premarital sex. She was going to be a nun. For now, though, she worked for the phone company. Betty Ann took a s...

Sarah arrives at the church as it is emptying after a Wednesday morning mass. She sees only a few cars in the lot as this mass is always lightly attended, which is why she comes to this one to go to confession. She’s greeted by a few parishioners saying “Hello Sister Sarah” as she sees them in the parking lot. They tell her a visiting priest is here for a few days and has just done the mass. As she enters the church she s...

In the spring, the Hegres river valley is an enchanting place to be. The waters turn sparkling blue, wildflowers bloom in bright hues. The woods are teeming with birds and furry creatures. A stroll through the trees is an invigorating way to commune with nature. From his vantage, Zaden was observing a much different scenery. His squad of soldiers was scattered around him, taking a moment's rest. Weary from battle; they we...