Everything comes with a price tag

“Vanessa, the Bishop would like to see you in his office,” said Mother Superior. Her tone dry and to the point. Everyone knows that she has no soul. She is the one who recruits the young bags of flesh and turns them into what the novice would call Nuns. For the most part, the girls were from broken homes, runaways, and some even came to the church after a life on the streets. Not all of them innocent, but when they found ones like Vanessa, the depraved of the world would pay top dollar to be the one who destroyed their faith.

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Naughty tale from the convent

Vanessa was in a state of adulterated shock. Not only did the young novitiate masturbate, but she took her first communion by being bathed in the cum of the Priests. Her body frozen in time, Vanessa didn’t hear the soft footsteps behind her, but she did feel a feminine hand brush through her hair. Knowing immediately who it was, she trembled slightly, fearing that she would face another round of punishment. 

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Sunday Sin

Like a whore in church, the eyes of the world are upon me each Sunday. Women casting stones, and men, well they all wish they could be my next victim of lust driven rage. As I stand before the world dropping the weapon of words, my body is the canvas to each will create their masterpiece of hate.

A.J. Luna

John 8:7 – So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.

Oh, that wicked itch

Warning: This writing contains sexual situations and blasphemy.

It’s no mystery that I find the taboo of Blasphemy to be erotic. Not for the fact that it’s taboo, but because it’s filthy. Part of me knows writing will send me to hell, but I don’t fear that anymore. Rumor has it; all the best people will be waiting for me. I guess I embrace my darkness more than I should. 

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