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Rise, A Succubus

Troubled teen Jason, in a desperate bid to lose his virginity, summons a succubus to help him with his troubles

It was 2:20 A.M. on a school night, and Jason lay awake. Please. I need this, he thought desperately. Anxious and desperately horny, he waited for the timer on his parents' television across the hall to shut off. Should be any minute now. He shifted his l...

Forgive Me Father

For I have sinned

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I have lustful thoughts for a married man. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I crave his wonderous mind; salivate over his sexy body. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I want to sit within the confines of his...

Chapter 4, Parochial School, God Loves Me, Maybe Not

Girl goes from first Holy Communion saint to self abuse sinner.

Mom enrolled only me at Saint Clare’s, a Catholic parochial school, two blocks from Washington Elementary and Santa Clara Intermediate/High, public schools that my brothers attended. Baptism, according to Catholic Church tenets, leaves an indelible mark o...

Fingertips tracing the curve of my thigh It takes nothing more than that For me to imagine what your hands can do To make me want to sin with you   That look you give from across the room The one I tell you looks like hunger It ignites a burn from deep in...

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My dreams are always the sameA beautiful house by the seaHearing you speak my nameAfter our walk we drink tea Hot tea and sweet cakes we shareWe gaze into each other's eyesWe play with each other's hairI'm with my beloved guy You read me heartfelt poetryI...

A Touch of Faith

In the aftermath of a desperate act, a teen boy's shame is turned to hope.

If someone had told me six months ago this was how my short existence would end, I'd have said they were crazy. Yet here I am, hot, sitting alone in my underpants in a nondescript hotel room, half a bottle of my dad's bourbon drained on the bedside table...

I feel no guilt, contrition, repentance, or regret. I seek not forgiveness, absolution, or faith. But I do pray. Not to the heavens or celestial beings. I kneel and pray before an altar of flesh and fire. I kneel before you – as a hypocrite before the gat...