Priest Stories

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession, and I’m afraid I’ve been very naughty once again….” Her voice was a mere whisper, forcing Father Lucas to shift slightly closer to the screen to hear her, creating a sense of intimacy he’d rather have avoided. After all, soft as her words might be, her identity was unmistakably that of the she-vixen who’d been haunting his dreams ever s...

"Forgive me father, for I have sinned." Her voice was unabashedly unapologetic, a sultry purr that slithered through the screen in the that separated her and Father Lucas. "It has been three weeks since my last confession, as you very well know…" Father Lucas hooked his finger into his suddenly too tight collar and tugged. The confessional, usually quite comfortable, felt suddenly too warm; he could feel the beads of swea...

This is the part 2 of a story I am working on with WorkAlone. We will be alternating parts. I really hope you all enjoy this story. WorkAlone will be writing from the priest's point of view, and I will be writing from the girl's point of view. Hope you enjoy it as much as we did writing it!! I walked into Mass thinking about the night before with my boyfriend. I had worn my favorite green dress and left my curly out of co...

NOTE: This story is part 1 in an ongoing series of "he said, she said" installments I'm working on with SassyCheerGirl. We will be alternating chapters and will each be writing from the perspective of our characters. It's an experiment in interactive storytelling and may be more interesting for us than for you, the reader, but we're sharing the results anyways. We both hope you enjoy the ride!-----------------------------...

“What we did last night…” the boy ventured, compulsively thinking of sex as he watched his older temptress ease the cork out of a bottle of Merlot, “it…it wasn’t the first time for me.”Elisabeth turned and looked at him, eyebrow raised. “Is that so?”The boy nodded quickly, averting her gaze. She poured a glass for herself and one for him. “Anyone I know?” she inquired with a hint of playful suspicion as she handed his dri...

Please - Don’t Make Me Do It.  PART THREE CHAPTER FIVE She wore her pretty pale yellow silk nightie with a delicate Japanese flower design, with a silken over robe, caught at the neck and waist. Her mind was still very active and she reviewed the last details she had completed before leaving her home. She mentally checked her every action and it seemed foolproof. She smiled at herself in her mirror, satisfied with her han...