FRK STORY (sacrilegious in a VERY freaky way!!! (if easily offended, read anyway))

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    Okay, so after checking out the other thread about the religious sex toys, I was reminded of this thing I used to do... Think penitentiary pen pals, but with porn. Via word of mouth, inmates would write me soliciting porn. I'd write something curtailed to their particular lust, and send it off (unless they didn't have a specific kink in mind, to which I dealt them a story of taboo). One in particular, was a bit sacrilegious. Here...




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    James leaned into the grey stone wall, pressing his warm face and heated body against the soothing coolness. His mind was racing, but as the chill crept into him through his brown robes, he grew calmer. He had entered the monastery kitchens to alert the cook to the immanent arrival of the bishop of the order. He had been hurrying. He knew he should have been calmly walking. Oh, if he had only been walking he never would have…

    He had spun around the corner and run right into the delicious backside of the kitchen maid. It had all happened at once, and his mind was still whirring with the memory of her straightening in surprise and losing her balance, the jasmine and honey smell of her hair as it brushed his face, and his arm instinctively grabbing her around the waist to steady her. The moment was frozen in his brain, her amber curls under his chin, her slender body pressed against him, her sweet gasp of surprise. He felt his cock begin to rise again at the memory of her softness, just as his face burned in memory of the shame and embarrassment of stammering an apology and rushing from the room. He was torn with guilt, shame, and lust. He needed to clear his mind, and beg for forgiveness for his wicked, lustful thoughts.

    In the kitchen, Lena was battling similar emotions. She had been so surprised to feel the rough wool and hard body of the monk pressed against her, but the warmth that had rushed over her was incredible. James had smelled of pine and wood smoke. She could still feel the place where his hand had burned into her skin. She remembered the instant of his hardness against her bottom before he had pulled away. She was ashamed to feel such lustful thoughts creep into her mind about a holy man, but she could not shake them. She was desperate to feel his arms around her again, to feel his heat, to feel his strength. Unconsciously, a moan slipped from her lips, as she remembered how sweet his mouth had looked as he had blushed and stammered. His dark eyes had held her own for a second too long, and she had seen the shine of his lust in them. Her body was aching with the same desire she had seen written on his face.

    James walked out into the snow-covered gardens, hoping that the intense cold would free him of his emotions. He began murmuring the prayers of confession, his lips moving through the familiar phrases. He wanted to confess to a brother, but he was afraid that she would be punished. They had only begun to allow women onto the monastery to work. He did not want to cause her to lose her income simply because he could not control himself. So, he knelt in the snow and raised his supplications to the grey sky. Half and hour later, shivering with cold, and feeling a renewed sense of clarity, he entered the sanctuary. He was supposed to take confessions tonight for the residents of the surrounding community. He walked up the aisle toward the altar and was humbled as always by the glory of his surroundings.

    He slipped into a pew near the front, and knelt down to prepare himself for the rituals to come. As he prayed, he heard a slight rustling that he recognized as parishioners entering the sanctuary, until he felt a hand press against his cock under the pew. He gasped, and instantly his cock was hard and pressing against the fingers as they slid around to grasp him completely through the rough, wool robe. He stammered in his prayers thinking it could only be a demon sent to tempt his soul. He must be imagining that it was her hands moving sinuously up and down his stiff prick. He must be imagining that she was cupping his balls in her hand and moving in fast firm strokes. He must be imagining that she was tugging the edge of his robe out from under his knees.

    But when her warm breath hit his cock, and her soft lips brushed against its head, and her wet mouth engulfed him, he could not pretend to be dreaming. Her mouth was exquisitely tight, and her tongue swirled around him, pulling him deeper. He felt her nose bump against his pelvis and her throat constrict two, three, four times around the head of his penis, and he knew he had entered heaven. He could not move and draw attention to himself, although all he wanted to do was hold her sweet face in his hands and thrust wildly in and out of her mouth. Her hand slid up his thigh and pulled him one fraction deeper into her throat, and he fell forward, his face buried in his arms, his teeth biting into his robe, as he climaxed into her eagerly sucking mouth. He shuddered, no longer able to hold still as he slid out of her mouth and her tongue lapped up the last few drops of cum. As the edge of his robe fell to the ground once more, he heard her let out a satisfied sigh as she crawled away into the alcove to his right.

    Brother Claude startled him to reality by touching his arm, and reminding him of his duties to the confessional. James hurried to the back, and settled inside the booth. His body was still trembling slightly from the aftershocks. Fortunately, there were no parishioners who entered his booth tonight seeking absolution. Just he was preparing to leave, he heard the door open for one penitent. He tried to set aside his lustful thoughts, and waited patiently for them to speak.

    “Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been two days since my last confession. Father, I have done the most terrible thing. I have lusted after a man. Father, my knees go weak thinking of him. I took advantage of him today. I could not resist the desire to be near him. I snuck into his place of work, just to see him, but when I found him, all I could see was his hard cock pressing against his clothes. I could not restrain myself Father, it was rigid and begging for the release that only I could give. I found myself touching it, and stroking it, and it burned under my fingers. I pulled it out from his clothes, just to see it. And Father, it was the most beautiful thing. His cock was smooth, and so hot. I saw a tiny drop on the tip, and I could not hold back from licking it off. But when I did that, my mouth just slid down over the whole thing! I was helplessly enthralled by his prick filling my mouth, and did not think I could stop until I had made him release his cum in my mouth. I imagined his hands on my body, his lips on my skin. I slid my fingers into my pussy, and I pushed them in and out in time to my sucking. I rubbed my wet fingers against my clit, until I was cumming with him. Oh Father, I have never felt such passion for a man before. I crave his touch, and I must not for he is a man of the cloth. I confess my sins, and ask for help.”

    James was trapped in stunned silence as he heard Lena’s soft, golden voice declare her passion for him. All he could think of was the softness of her breasts as they had brushed for that moment on his arm. He could barely see her gleaming curls and full lips through the screen separating them. Her warm body so close to him again, divided only by a thin partition. He was instantly consumed again by the desire to see more of her, to feel her body pressing urgently against him, to hear her breath escape in a gasp that would be pleasure instead of surprise. He could not contain his wicked desire to see her. His voice came out huskily as he set in motion his forbidden plan.

    “You, my child, have committed a mortal sin. You will go out of this place immediately and contemplate the evil of your desires. When the bells ring in the new day at midnight, you will return to the chapel alcove. You must be ready to suffer the punishment for your wickedness. There will be penitent’s garments waiting for you on the first pew. Put them on and proceed to the back of the alcove. There will be a mat for the penitent to kneel. You will do so, and repeat the Ave until you receive further instructions. You must follow all instructions willingly in order to receive absolution of your grievous sins. Do you understand, my child?”

    Lena murmured her agreement, hardly able to restrain her joy at the sound of James’ voice coming through the screen. Her body was filled with excitement and dread at the stern tone of his voice. She was afraid that he was angry with her for taking advantage of him, for forcing him to succumb to her lustful mouth. She trembled with the possibility that his desire for her equaled her passion for him, and she could not resist slipping a finger down to her drenched pussy once again. His harsh voice startled her, “You will not pleasure yourself this evening. You must approach the penance with contrition, not with lust.” Lena felt a spark of fear sliver up her spine. She pulled her finger from between her wet pussy lips, licked the juices off, and stepped out of the booth. She had two hours to wait and imagine what he would do to punish her for her wanton actions.
     
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    For a split second, James couldn’t believe what he had just said. He knew that he should have chastised her harshly for her actions and sent her away. But the hot, musky smell of her had filled the confessional, and he his lust had overwhelmed him. Maybe, if he could just change her image from an unattainable goddess to a worn out plaything, he could go back to his calm, holy contemplations without her fiery eyes haunting him. Maybe he just needed to exhaust his passion in order to purge her from his mind. He could to possess her, so that he could be free of her.

    He remembered watching Lena suck her sweetness off of her fingers, and his body surged with the craving to steal a taste of her. Suddenly, he was furious at her for her temptation, and angry with himself for succumbing so quickly after his years of faithful celibacy. For the sake of both of their souls, he needed to take her, and quench the fire of their desire. He would make her cry out with pleasure tonight, and he would pray be released from his lustful thoughts.

    Lena left the sanctuary trembling with fear and anticipation of what the midnight bells would bring. She returned to the safety of the kitchen, still unable to believe that she had snuck into the sanctuary and assaulted a holy man while he was engaged in his prayers and then verbally tortured him under the guise of a confession. She had never been so consumed with yearning over a man. Her wanton actions, her whore’s teasing, her slippery, begging pussy, all mortified her. Yet she wanted him so desperately. She had had no other choice. She had spent all morning daydreaming about the hard cock she had felt during that brief moment. When she had seen him enter the sanctuary, so beautiful in the soft candlelight, she had not been able to resist the call of his body to hers. She could only imagine how angry he must be at her for tempting him.

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    The bells rang for midnight, jerking Lena out of her remembered dreams of James’ cock filling her mouth. No matter what happened tonight, her memories of his silken hard cock and tangy cum made it all worthwhile. She jumped to her feet and ran to the sanctuary; afraid that she would be late, and that he would not be waiting for her. The side door she had snuck through earlier was still ajar, and she slipped inside. The vast dark room was completely quiet, and startlingly cold. Without the parishioners to warm the air, the cold had seeped in, adding to her apprehension. Just outside the alcove, on the floor, lay an ivory bit of cloth. Lena picked up the soft, thin material. She knew she must put it on, as he had ordered. She knew he had the power to turn her away from her job, to chastise her in front of every man in the building, and to humiliate her under their judging gaze, if she did not follow his bidding.

    James watched from the dark shadow of the altar, as she began to remove her clothing. He had placed the ivory shift in a streak of moonlight that fell through the high arched windows, in hopes that she would stand in the soft light to put it on. And she was. She was pulling her arms out of her sleeves, her pale skin gleaming in the sliver blue light. The fabric slid away revealing her delicately arched collarbones, and a smooth shoulder. He held his breath as she began to raise the shirt from her waist. He watched as the moonlight revealed the swell of her hip, curving into the smooth flesh of her waist, the dimple of her belly button achingly beautiful as an accent to those glorious curves. As the shirt drifted up to the gleaming underside of her breasts, he lost his balance, and his hand thumped into the altar, the noise echoing through the sanctuary. He heard her gasp of fear, and saw her clasp the fabric to her breasts. He cursed himself for his clumsiness, as she turned her back on him to remove the rest of her clothing. She seemed to be attempting modesty. The wanton whore who had sucked his cock in this holy place, was now suddenly shy?

    Lena’s heart was pounding in her chest. She prayed to the Virgin, if She was still listening to such a sinner, that it was only James making the noise. How could she explain her actions to the quiet, kind eyes of Father Claude or the pinched-face of Father Herbert? She faced the window and inhaled a breath of the cool, clean air. She slipped the rest of her shirt off, and pulled the shift as quickly as possible over her body. She pulled off her skirt, shoes, and undergarments, and thought she heard a soft moan, as she bent over to pile them neatly in the corner. She could feel the cold brushing against her, as though she were completely exposed. The thin material did nothing to protect her, and her nipples poked through the shift, breaking the smooth swell of her breasts with their pointed tips.

    She moved to the back of the alcove, glad of the darkness that enveloped it. When her eyes adjusted to the dimness, she could just make out the mat on which he had instructed her to kneel. She could hardly believe she was going to follow through with his orders. Yet, what could she do? She craved his touch, she feared his power, and she desperately wanted to be free of this whore’s desire that had enveloped her when his arms touched her this morning. She paused, almost ready to flee, when she thought of how hard his cock might have gotten while watching her strip. Her next thought was that she should have made a better display of it. She should have slowly, sinuously removed every item, turning in the moonlight to allow him to see all of her, to allow him to lust after every inch of her body. Her heart was pounding, and she knew she would kneel and begin the Ave as he had ordered. She was a shameless slut, and she had no other choice.

    James heard her begin the prayers, her melting voice making his cock harder as he fought his last battle against his shameful desire. He had been going to leave, when he saw her display of timidity. But then, she had bent over, the shift riding up, the moonlight caressing for a moment the darkness between her thighs. He had seen the lips of her pussy kissed by the moonlight. He could not leave with that image still burning in his brain; he could not leave with his cock harder than the cold stone of the walls. He knew he should not go down to her, but he could not leave her here alone, her body begging for the same release as his own. He could not leave her with only the moonlight to caress her burning skin.

    Lena heard him approach the alcove, and her lips stumbled over the familiar words. She felt his singeing heat behind her, and her mind whirled. She felt his breath, hot in her hair, as he buried his face in her curls. She heard his sigh, and felt her eyes prick with tears because he could never truly be hers to embrace. Then his hands brushed her hair, skimming over her shoulders and down her arms to where her hands rested in her lap, and all she could think about were the overwhelming sensations of this present moment. His fingers brushed against her stomach, radiating spikes of heat in every direction. She sank back against him, wanting to feel his hard body against her. His long fingers moved up her belly, and stopped for an agonizing time, just lightly caressing the underside of her breasts. She was so impatient for him that she pushed herself forward off of him, forcing his hands to cup her aching breasts.

    She groaned, forgetting the words of her prayer, as his hands squeezed her flesh and his fingers lightly grazed her hard nipples. His fingers tightened on her nipples, and she gasped at the unexpectedly painful pleasure. “Fail to speak the Ave during this evening, and you will be punished. Your soul is already condemned for tempting me to lust. You will never be forgiven if you do not beg for it.” Yet, she could not speak the words because his fingers kept teasing and tormenting her swollen nipples through the fabric of her thin shift. She whimpered incoherently, but he must have thought she was starting the prayer again, because his hands became soft and gentle once more. Her mind was only filled with thoughts of him, yet she somehow managed to stutter the phrases again, as his hands moved slower and her heart beat faster. She understood now that he would be rough with her tonight, and her shoulders shivered with her unabashed desire for him.

    James felt her shudder against him, and moved his hands to her shoulders to calm her, immediately repentant of the anger he had unleashed on her vulnerable breasts. Her breasts were softer than anything he had ever known, and her voice crying out for him was exquisite. He loved the feeling of her body so near him. Her breathing became steadier, and she swayed back again, pressing her butt tightly into him. He let out a deep-throated groan as she rubbed against him. Then, he remembered her flashing green eyes, as she had licked her juice from her fingers. She was not repenting! She was only trying to make him crave her even more. It had not been a display of modesty. She had tried to hide her breasts from him, simply to tease him more. He felt the anger rise in him again.

    He slid his hands around to the front of her throat, hearing her voice catch but continue praying, as she recognized the power he had over her. He grasped the neck of the shift in both hands and tore it down off of her shoulders. There, revealed finally to his burning gaze, he saw the swelling mounds of her breasts, seeming to glow with their own light. His hands furiously moved down over them, and her skin seemed to cling to his as he touched her without the woven barrier of her shift. He groaned in her ear, and she pushed her nipples deeper into the palms of his hands. “You are shameless!” He growled, sending spirals of desire down her body. He tugged her nipples ferociously; the sharp sensation pulled her forward, forcing her head down to the floor.

    She cried out, but willingly followed the tug of his hands. She barely remembered to continue murmuring the prayers as she spread her arms out on the floor, only her feet and bottom touching him now. This new position left her pussy completely exposed to the cold air, and to his probing eyes. The cool ground was soothing the burning skin of her breasts, but her bottom was now pressed firmly against what could only be his hot erection. She felt his weight shift, and the coarse fabric of his robe scraped between her buttocks as he moved away from her. She cried out, afraid that he would leave her. A loud smack erupted in her ear, and her bottom stung. He had hit her! She whimpered in surprise, and he spanked her right butt cheek harder. She moaned and his hand whacked her left cheek. “What did I say about forgetting the Ave?”

    He loved the feeling of her resilient bare skin on his hand, as he slapped her ass. He loved the feeling of power over her, the feeling that he could control his desire of her. “Please…” He heard her plead with him to stop, but his fingers felt her wetness seeping down her legs. He knew she was only trying to tempt him further. He kept up the steady rhythm of the spanking, trying to clear his head of the dizzying scent of her now completely vulnerable pussy. Her tremulous voice began to beg for forgiveness once again, and once again, he was overwhelmed with remorse. He could not hurt her anymore. He rubbed his hands softly over her sore skin, feeling guilt for the pain he had caused her. It was his fault. He had been the one running into the room, when he should have been more careful. He had been the one who grabbed her, who had nearly fondled her breasts in the middle of the kitchen. He realized had been the one to awaken this lust in her, and James suddenly became desperate to console her.

    She felt him push her up onto her hands and knees, softly rubbing the sting out of her sore bottom. She whimpered again and her limbs trembled in anticipation of more spanking. She knew now how angry he was at her; she had felt his rage spreading the heat over her bottom with each slap. She felt penitent tears for her impious actions in her eyes, and yet her pussy was leaking tears of desire down her legs. Her body swayed back, waiting for his next stroke, almost begging for the next sharp blow. Then his tongue slipped over her slit, and her voice broke with a gasp of joy. Suddenly, her whole body was shaking as he licked her in smooth, long strokes, all memory of the pain forgotten in the bliss of his mouth on her swollen lips. When he pulled away, she quickly began stammering the prayer again, afraid his harsh judgment would land on her stinging cheeks once more. But he only moved to lie between her thighs, and pull her lower over his face so he could reach her weeping pussy once more. She pressed herself down onto his mouth as he ate hungrily at her, slurping, licking, and nibbling gently at her quivering flesh.

    She rubbed herself back and forth over his face, his nose pressing her clit. She begged incoherently for more, just as his hands captured her breasts again. His fingers stilled their swaying, and she screamed in pleasure as they pinched and pulled on her tender nipples. She became frantic, rocking above him, his tongue darting everywhere, sucking every fold of her pussy, his hands squeezing her breasts, teasing her nipples. Until she felt the rush of pleasure, the dizzying sensation overwhelming her, and she gasped her delight as the climax swept through her body. And he didn’t stop. His hands and mouth never ceased their assault on her gushing pussy, and her orgasm built beyond anything she had ever felt. Her pleasure was climbing still higher, and when his thick tongue pressed deeply into her pussy, she climaxed again, her screams echoing in the empty sanctuary. “Holy Mary, Mother of God!”
     
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    James panicked when he heard her climaxing scream. He knew someone would have heard her cry, and would be hurrying to investigate the noise. He got to his knees, and scooped her lush, quivering body into his arms, the torn shift trailing behind him as he ran. He kicked her discarded clothes under a bench as he hurried past, searching for a place to conceal her until she could recover from the shattering orgasm. His heart pounded in his chest, as he heard the sound of voices and footsteps on the stone walkway outside the side entrance. He ducked into the confessional booth, just as he heard the door creak open and voices call out. He stood Lena on her feet against the back wall of the booth, and pulled the hood of his dark robe over his head. She was shaking uncontrollably, so he pressed himself against her, holding her tightly in his arms, willing the men outside to move on quickly.

    Lena couldn’t stop her body from trembling. The combination of the glorious aftershocks of her orgasm, the fear of discovery, and the mind-numbing bliss of his hard cock pressed against her body once more, left her without any control over her body. She looked up at James’ face, hoping desperately for comfort, forgiveness, or at least assurance of safety. And for the first time, their eyes met. Lena saw all of the lust, passion, confusion, and pain that she felt reflected back in his eyes, and she felt tears begin to slip down her cheeks. “I am so sorry. I did not mean… I couldn’t help… Please forgive me, Fath…” Her whispered stutters were stopped with a heart-wrenching kiss, as James pressed his lips against hers. He pulled her closer, kissing her deeply, his burning lips claiming her mouth as though he could reach her soul. She could taste her own sweetness on his tongue as he swirled it into her mouth, and she stifled a whimper as she crushed herself against him.

    He pulled away from the kiss. “James. I am only James to you now…sweetest Lena.” He whispered her name in the softest breath, and buried his face in her hair again, kissing the top of her head. James stood holding her in his arms until her trembling calmed and the searching footsteps moved out of the sanctuary. When he heard the side door close, he sagged onto the wooden bench, pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms around her once more. “I do not know what to do with you. I have felt more joy and more pain in this one day than ever before in my life. I do not understand why this has happened. I was never meant to hold a woman in my arms, and yet, I cannot stop holding you. I should never have touched you. Please forgive…” And it was her turn to stop his words with a kiss.

    She held his face in her hands, and kissed his eyes, his worried forehead, his heated cheeks, and his delicious mouth. “There is nothing for me to forgive. James.” His name was like honey on her tongue, and she tasted the sweet intimacy of it. She felt his hands begin to stroke her back, as their kisses became more intense. Sparks of heat coursed through her body, as the back of his hand slipped gently along her side, brushing the curves of her breast, waist, hip, thigh. Her arms slid around his neck, and the torn remnants of the cotton shift slipped to the floor unnoticed. Then his palm followed the curvaceous line back up her body, pressing heat deeper into the core of her body. She squirmed in his lap, feeling the shaft of his cock harden and press against her thighs. She wanted to hold him in her arms, wrap her body around him, and never let him go. His hands were everywhere on her body, rubbing, pressing, teasing, caressing every inch of her smoldering skin, and she was delirious with the sensations he created.

    He could not get enough of her. She was all heat, softness, and impossibly smooth curves under his hands. He felt her move, and tried to hold her in his grasp, but she wiggled off his lap to stand between his legs. His hands circled her waist, feeling the bones of her hips, and the full slope of her bottom. He bent and kissed the navel he had seen in the light from the windows, remembering the glow of her skin. His tongue trailed up the front of her stomach, and licked the smooth underside of each breast. He left hot, damp kisses all over her breasts, as his lips searched for her nipples in the semi-darkness. James reveled her gasp of pleasure as he found one and sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the hard tip. He smiled to himself, as he pulled her hips closer and nibbled gently on the captured nipple.

    She squirmed again, gasping another sharp breath as he released that nipple and found the other, treating it to the same exquisite torture. She pulled his head tighter against her breast, begging him between quiet, panting breaths to continue. She felt his right hand move down her hip, and slide into the moist, slick juncture of her thighs. Her knees sagged and she moaned out his name, while he stroked the soaked lips of her pussy. She couldn’t stand his teasing hands any longer. She bent and tugged his robe up his thighs, rubbing her palms against the curling hair, thrilled to finally touch him again. Then she straddled him, her pussy lips opening wide as she wrapped her legs around his waist, settling into his lap once more.

    James growled deep in his throat, his mind spinning after the delicate flavor of her breasts. Her hands were stroking his thighs, and he guided them to his cock, wrapping her small fingers around it. All he wanted was to feel her touching him, rubbing his hard length. Her fingers slid over him, wonderful with their tight grip. He felt her weight shift forward, and before he could think to stop her, she had slid his cock to the hilt inside her snug sheath. With matching groans, they wrapped their arms around each other, pausing for one brief second to feel the perfect completion of their embrace. Then they were both overtaken with the need to move. James bucked upward and she pressed down, and gradually, they found the rhythm of their passion. Their minds were filled only with the desire to feel more, to touch more, to slide their bodies together forever.

    Lena shifted so her weight rested on her knees, and rode James mercilessly, her hair brushing his face, and her fingers bruising his shoulders, as she thrust his cock into her pussy. She ground her clit against him, and the head of his prick pressed against the deepest corner of her pussy. Instantly, she climaxed on top of him, biting her lips to stifle the scream. She collapsed, draping herself over James, gasping for breath, her head spinning from the intensity. He grabbed her waist, and she locked her legs around him as he stood and pressed her back against the wall again. She squirmed on his cock, and grinned to see the wicked intent in his eyes.

    James stared into her eyes, as he plunged his cock into her welcoming sheath, her flashing smile filling his heart with joy. Her tight walls were gripping his cock, and with his last conscious thought tried to reach that deep spot in her pussy once more. Her head fell forward, and he felt her bite his shoulder to muffle her cry, as she melted one more time on his cock. With one final thrust, James threw his head back, his mouth open in a soundless bellow, as his cum erupted deep inside her womb. His driving hips slowed, and he pulled her down onto the seat again, their sweat-slick, tired bodies intertwined. “You are perfection.” He whispered into her ear, and kissed her forehead.

    Lena felt the tears flow again, and buried her head in his chest, so he would not see them. She did not want to leave his arms, but she knew he would never let her stay. She tried to lose her thoughts in the smell of his skin, and the tight grip of his arms. And he remained still, holding her, his softening cock resting gently inside her. She carefully concentrated on remembering every inch of his body as it pressed against her.

    Overwhelming peace enveloped James, as she lay so still in his arms. He felt her body settle against him, nestling into him as though this were her favorite place in the world. He felt the rise and fall of her shoulders slow and deepen, and knew she had fallen asleep. He sat for a long moment, just enjoying the sweetness of her trusting body. However, the cold began to creep back into the confessional. He shifted her in his arms, stood, and pulled his robe down over his legs. She didn’t stir, so he gently opened the door and peeked out, still holding her in his arms. Nothing moved in the palely lit sanctuary. James found the pew where he had hidden her clothes, gathered them up, and snuck out into the empty halls. No one was awake at this hour, fortunately, and he carried her silently to her room behind the kitchen. James settled Lena into her bed, covered her with her quilt, leaving a soft kiss before shutting the door quietly behind him.
     
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    i second that
     
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    You two are hilarious. If you are too bored/lazy/stubborn to read it then don't read it. Cliffs for a news clipping I can understand, but cliffs on something he wrote???
     
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    This is an erotic story, detailing a heterosexual monastery fuck.
     
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    noob. :ugh:


    Good story coco :bigthumb:
     
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    Coco! Absolutely HOT story! I was about 6 inches from my monitor as i read that, totally silent save for the little "oh!" and gasps i would utter ever so often. That was so dirty. I kept waiting and waiting and HOPING he would take her.
     
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    :takesbow: Yea, the inmates really liked that one. ;) :kiss:
     
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    wow that was one hell of a story!!! i need more.
     
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    Ah haha! I read the thread title, then the author, and I couldn't WAIT to come in here and read the story!

    As always.... :bowdown:
     
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    CoCo ...is a Queer Don!! OT Supporter

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    ...that was all that I sent him/wrote. But he did send me back a blank sheet of paper...it was crusted with, what I assumed was, cum. I took it as a compliment. :mamoru:
     
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    CoCo ...is a Queer Don!! OT Supporter

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    :kiss:
     
  15. CoCo

    CoCo ...is a Queer Don!! OT Supporter

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    ...hmmm. Try clicking 'Classic OT' in the upper right hand corner of your browser. :dunno: But that's just one idea.



    :fawk:
     
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    Mars Princess They hatin'

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    that is a wonderful story. One thing that caught my eye was how you said James smelled of smoke. Not too ladden with sentimentality. Loved the lust. Good writing !!:)
     
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    CoCo ...is a Queer Don!! OT Supporter

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    Jordan, get out of this thread. :squint: Your mother would kill me...

     
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    Repost PENCIL DICK

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    Bravo!

    I'd say it's probably the best one I've read :)
     
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