Hail Holy Queen

Hail holy Queen, Mother of Mercy… His right hand violently tears my blouse and yanks the lacy bra beneath. I can hear the shiny buttons that I adored so much dropping on the screed; everything is happening so fast yet ironically, the world around me appears to be moving in slow motion. The sounds are... Continue Reading →

Bless Me Father

the last time I came for mass, I did not listen to a word of the homily, I kept staring at his lips, yearning to kiss them. Even during Transubstantiation, as he offered the Sacrament and Chalice and proclaimed them to be the body and blood of Christ, my mind went wild imagining those sexy fingers of his exploring my depths.

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