Catholic Bitch: Bad Boy, Part 2
Even if dash could go to confessional, he doubted there was anything he could do to absolve his guilt. carefully, he tried to pull out of his sister, only to realize that his knot was fully swollen. how long had he been asleep?
Through Breath and Sight - Chapter 3
'you'd best lead this good lady to a confessional, brother. she's dirty now. dirty.' the voice is high, and frigid, and oddly smooth. dimly, i discern the sound of fading footsteps squelching the damp earth.
Maybe All Confessional Essays Should Be Written In Blank Verse
This started as a question, in my head. Why can I not write love a happy end? Why, when I try, must I write mourning, loss, Bereavement and the need for elegy? I write unto my husband, whom I love, And it becomes a prayer for his soul. I write...
Being Mom's Partner 4
I am too lost in my own sinful thoughts to allow myself the purity of the confessional._" "in other words..." "_it's time for you to earn your pay. i'll see you at st. magdalene's on 5th._" and that was that.
Moonbeams and Nightmares
Albert came out of a confessional wielding a long pole topped with brass. he hit edward in the head, but it was a glancing blow. in his angered state, edward grabbed the pole and yanked it like it was a straw.
Working Hard book 2 part 7
"i do the vlog thing," he told me like we were in a confessional. "it get's pretty... adult. like, sometimes i'll give sextoy advice... with demonstrations." i watched his ears flatten. was he looking for me to absolve him?
The Rehabilitation of Dawn Bellwether Chapter:25
-wt **chapter twenty-five: police confessional** "jeeze big fella, you look like hell!" nick bellowed as the wolf came into view. it was clear to the fox that the wolf had barely left the dawn's bedside in the two days since she had been admitted.
June/July Short Fictions
His seed splattered against the old wood of the confessional door to join the stains of its past brethren. he sighed contently, his face still burning, and tucked himself back into his robe.
The Path To Feeling Like A Nun
He went down the hall and found himself in a dark confessional with her entering and shutting the door behind her. "okay... we're here, so now what do we do?" he asked. she grinned and started pulling her jeans down.
Milktec Industries Presents: Lookout Pointe
How many hours had she spent listening to him read letters out of the back of those confessional magazines? judy had almost broke up with him the moment she found out about those things, but a few jibes about being a prude made her reconsider.
Virginia
The door to the confessional opened. the vixen within exited, and it was virginia's turn. she slid onto the wooden bench, closed the door, and crossed her paws.
Like Mother, Like Son
Nic, an old confessional acquaintance of mine, continues his story about how he caught his son using dildos for the first time. he recounts the tale of how he and the boy's mother met, and how marrow, nic's son, came into existence.