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Flash Fiction Friday - Chapel Doors

She heard the Cardinals gathering outside and smiled. Looking at the vaulted ceiling she breathed deeply and felt the ropes cut into her bare skin. Memories flooded through her causing her body to flood of its own accord. She looked at the enormous chapel doors, heard them creak, then saw the light filter through a small opening.

Multi-colored dust danced in joyous celebration as the light of hope poured through the stained glass. She arched her back to increase the pressure of the ropes and show her curves and she felt the trickle leave her lips and add to the light show exploding inside the chapel.

She remembered being taken by the hand during the Sacraments and brought to the alter.

“You will serve the church in extraordinary ways.” She shivered, remembering his word with heavily accented syllables. “Ex-tr-a-or-di-na-ry” He was true to his word.

He walked the center aisle stopping in front of her. She kissed his ring as his shaky hands caressed her breasts gently. His fingers tested his consigliore’s rope work.

“Are you retiring too?”

She kissed him and nodded, “As soon as the white smoke rises.”

“Then I will let them in.”

And the conclave began.

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“What a fucker.”

She realized where she was. “TAYLOR!!!”

Her voice echoed futily off the ancient walls. Her cunt twitched under the ropes as her blood boiled. “TAYLOR YOU SONOFABITCH!”

She jerked her hands up and realized the ropes were woven through her lips. The rough rope dragged across tender flesh and she gasped.

“Taylor!” she called out, moving her hand up and down, “Come on Daddy, I can’t get arrested again.”

She closed her eyes as the blood pulsed through her tits, swollen from the ropes. As her hands pulled the hemp deeper into her cleft, she felt her heartbeat in her nipples and she knew she was edging ever closer.

She struggled to keep her balance as her juices flowed and her vision blurred. With a sharp upward tug her clit started to sizzle and she wondered how loud she would be.

The roughness of the rope drover her crazy, she could feel it everywhere and the soaked chords between her legs were chaffing and she ached for the pain.

“Taylor?” pleading now. “Please.” Defeated.

“Yes” was all he said and she pulled upward once more and flooded the cathedral floor.

He stepped out of the shadows, threw her over his shoulder and walked out the far door.

She saw the puddle she left and called out, “Let the Conclave begin!”

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"I'm not Catholic, but I play one on TV" OK, that's a really old joke, but it's true. Well, not on TV, but, well, I do like funny hats and pooping in the woods, but none of that matters.

This week the world watches as the Catholic Conclave begins. It is one of the oldest political rituals in history, dating back to before there were even little boys to ... well... let's move on.

When the picture was submitted I had to jump on it for this week's FFF. I'm not going to make a theme of cathedral porn, but it is fun once in a while. So thanks to Kinbaku Gardener, and everyone else who joined in today, even if it did post on Thursday. :-)

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FFF Prompt - Lent's talk about sex!

OK, it's Lent, right? the 40 days between Ash Wednesday and Easter where good Catholics, and a few others who just like it when men wear dresses, give up something as a show of devotion and sacrifice. Last week Ryan of The Ashley Madison Adventures of a good guy gone bad wrote about giving up celibacy for lent, a sneaky move, totally approved of by the church. Go good job.

This week's picture was submitted by another FFF player, Kinbaku-Gardener, who must spend a fortune on ropes, and when he's "all tied up", you know he is way more than busy, he is getting busy.

Thanks for the great picture! I love submissions (and submissives). My tumblr for FFF ideas is "More Bad Advice" I'd love to get your ideas and I'll do my best to use them.

This week's prompt:


Key Word = Conclave Word Limit = 200 Extra Credit = Correctly Guess the name of the new pope Bonus words can be earned by dressing as a nun/priest/choir boy the next time you have sex.

TMI Tuesday - My boring answers

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Questions submitted by Virtualsin.wordpress.com
1. Did you ever play strip poker (or strip spin-the-bottle, or similar)?
Did nudity result? Were there further developments? Details please.
NOPE, NOPE, NOPE. I know, it's pretty boring, but I warned you

2. Did you ever play a nude party game, such as Naked Twister? Did it
lead to anything further?
HA HA HA.... Hell no.

3. Did you ever play a game of Truth or Dare that led to nudity, or
fondling, or more?
Never played it. I have really either really boring friends from church who would never admit anything, or never do anything, or friends from other places that have already told me everything.

4. Did you ever attend a party that led to sex with a more or less randomly chosen partner, i.e., swingers-lifstyle party, key party*?
*key party – A couples party where all of the men put their car keys into a bowl or bag and at the end of the party, the women blindly select a set of keys to determine who she goes home with for the rest of the evening for sexual gratification.
I did switch girlfriends once, actually, the girls switched boyfriends for a week because they each wanted to kiss someone else for a while. That was very very good. My girlfriend was tall athletic, bright and sunny and beautiful in a very California Girl kind of way, Beth was slim, angry, blonde, wilder, more confused, hornier, but more shy, it was a wild ride going back and forth. And, when we hung out together it was a rush knowing that I had been with both of them.

5. Did you ever participate in unexpected co-ed skinny dipping in a group?
Monica lost her top on a water slide once, that's about as unexpected as it gets.

Bonus: Do you have a favorite fantasy about a sexy party?
Please share.

I have a recurring fantasy about a barbecue that turns into a sex party. It starts when my wife allows me to use handpick the guests for our 4^th of July barbecue. It’s an easy list to build. One from the gym, two from work, four from church. Add in my wife and we have eight of the most beautiful women I know. Their husbands are irrelevant to the equation. I like four of them, don’t know two of them, and I despise two of them. They know it, and I know they know it. They also know that the only reason I invited them is because I want to fuck their wives.

The day is hot and as the sun climbs clothes begin to shed and the pool fills up. The moms, reluctant at first to strip down and get in the water, give in when the thermometer hits 105°F. The kids have all been sent next door to the bounce house where my neighbor has agreed to allow me to use his backyard. Teenagers from church baby sit and watch over them, keeping them out of the adult section of the party. A high fence ensures our privacy.

The high desert sun bakes the clothes right off my partygoers. Soon all 16 of us are in the pool with drinks in hand and inhibitions are dropping. Cindy is the first to cross the line, kissing her husband passionately as she hangs underneath the diving board. He kisses her back and more than one pair of eyes begin to watch. I call my wife over with a curl of my finger and begin to rub between her legs under the water. The look on her face quickly gives us a way, and Toni comes over to watch more closely.

Cindy moves back toward the pool wall to give Klara room on the diving board. They kiss for the first time and several people cheer. Their husbands are emboldened and begin to touch their wives through the thin swimming suit fabric as they kiss, four breasts, four hands, one kiss.

Toni stands surprisingly close and locks eyes with my wife. Suddenly I feel Toni’s hand join mine between her legs and my wife gasps in surprise. I take Toni’s freehand by the wrist and guided to my wife’s full breasts and soon they have been removed from their triangular top and Toni bites them roughly. I call out to Toni’s husband and he comes up behind her and pulls my wife’s best friends bikini bottoms down and they float away.

Cindy and Karla have attracted a crowd and I smile as I watch their tongues intertwined in their hands reach behind them to touch their husbands. We all gravitate to the shallow end of the pool and one by one suits are shed and flesh is exposed.

Toni’s fingers slide inside my wife and her first orgasm crashes over her. The party cheers and Toni smiles and then kisses me and then my wife.

My special friend from church, the blonde I have been lusting after for years, is now sitting topless on the edge of the pool, her legs spread her bikini bottom almost translucent and our eyes meet. My wife and Toni are now deeply involved but she looks over at me, and then to the blonde, and tells me that this is my best chance and I should go to her. I kiss my wife, then Toni, and thank them both.

I walk over to her, pulling my shorts down and off as I cross the warm water. Without a word I grab her by the hair and pull her in for a kiss my hand taking her nipples between two fingers and tugging tightly. Her hands come to my face, holding me in for a long kiss, and I feel her hips rocking back and forth as her friends peel her bikini bottoms off for her. Everyone knows that we have had the hots for each other for a long time and several of the men are now holding her husband back, telling him to give up, and just let it happen.

“She’s wanted him for as long as he’s wanted her.” They say, pending his hands behind his back. “He’s going to fuck her, and she’s going to come.” He fights and cusses and swears, as my two fingers penetrated his wife’s wet pussy.

With my wife and 13 friends and one enraged husband watching on, I put my head between her legs and taste her for the first time. She is, as in all fantasies, perfect. I climb out of the pool and grab a lounge pillow and lay it down and kneel between her legs as she spreads for me.

“Fuck me.”

As my friends push her husband underwater to stifle his screams I do just that, entering her with a mighty stroke and bringing her to orgasm within seconds. The crowd cheers, her husband cries, and I know that my barbecue will be the most popular party of the summer for years to come.

As the party breaks up I go to my office and sit behind my computer, calling up the live feed from my security system. I open the chat window from an overseas friend and type.

“Did you see all that?”

“Yes I did,” she replies. “And thank you very very much.”

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Blessed Sacrament Church

Hey y'all. Patrick had a gig last Saturday at this church with the Tudor Choir, and I got to tag along. I took a few pictures, and you can see more here.

Musicians assembling. Patrick is rightmost on stage in the picture.

Sorry for the blur. This window was really hard to take a picture of due to the light behind it.

I tried getting a shot of the Christmas tree next to this that you can partly see, but it turned out blurry.

I love all the lit candles. The flickering is hypnotic.

Also, randomly, sunset over Puget Sound last Friday.

Sunday Saint

Tomorrow I will wake up, shower, clean, shave, make breakfast, and go to services.

While there I will fantasize about church friend (who hasn't spoken to me since my unfortunate text),

I will think about
   Cindy and her tight skirts,
   Mel and her growing belly and pending delivery,
   Michelle and her pending 18th birthday,
   Jane, and how I wish it was me and not her cello making musice between her legs,
   the new brunette and her long hair,
   my wife and how I wish I could have more of her and more often,
   the Twins, and how they will be when they move away to college.

Yes, I will attend services and contemplate, meditate, and think.

Sunday Sacrilege - I'm not the only one

See, I'm not the only one....

She was at services on Sunday, sitting near the front in the family pew, waiting for the Pastor to enter and make his salutations. She seemed distracted by her young ones, usually the model of perfect behavior, but I felt a little more simmering under her wide brimmed winter hat.

She should have played Little Red Riding Hood, or Snow White, I told myself. I was becoming obsessed with her, I could feel it, I can always feel it when my feelings go from admiration to want, to desire, to need. I was beginning to need her, to see her, to smell her as she walked by. I made an extra large donation at Christmas to move up closer to her family's traditional pew. No one "owned" their bench, but her family had been sitting in the front left corner, at the feet of the pastor, for many years. Rumor had it that her grandfather funded most of the building fund anonymously, but that wasn't good enough for her father, or aunt. They wanted it to be known that this House of worship belonged to God, but they held the mortgage.

She reached her breaking point with her kids and waited until the next hymn finished and scurried out with misbehaving kids in tow. I waited until the Deacons stood with their baskets, crossed myself, and walked out a different door. I circled back through the Rec Hall and found her in the Children's chapel. I have never seen her smoke, but she looked like a woman who could use a long drag on a Virginia Slims. She stood with her back against the pillar as her kids burned off steam in the smaller, more modern chapel. The door clicked shut behind me and she looked up, embarrassed over her noisy kids, chagrined at the lack of perfection, this crack in her personna.

I smiled quietly and made it clear that conversation was not required. I sat on the bench as the kids tore in to the toys in the adjacent nursery. She walked over to my pew, her $400 shoes clicking softly on the hardwood floor. Though the bench was empty, save for me, I scooted over a few inches in invitation, and she sat. her head rested on my shoulder as she unpinned her had and tossed it to the bench behind us. My arm enveloped her and she closed her eyes and, in one motion, lifted her feet up and slid her head down, until she rested like a child.

"It's so fucking tiring." she whispered, her crude word taking me by surprise. "So tiring."

She reached up and took my wrist in her hand and pulled it down between her legs, hitching up her skirt with the other until my fingers were placed firmly on the patch of wet silk. With a small motion she started my fingers moving in soft caressing circles.

"There is the women's tea and the junior bake sale....."

I felt her legs opening to me as her knees rested on parallel pews. I became bolder.

".....and don't get me started on the leadership conference, they are just...."

Her hips moved in time with my fingers as they slid the silk to the side and entered her.

".....so of course I have to attend, but who's going to take care of the Easter banners....."

Nothing moved except my fingers and her hips. Her voice dripped with loneliness and complaint as she spoke of service and activity. She reached her orgasm as my thumb found her clit and crushed it against her pelvic bones, her cunt sopping wet and dripping on to her beautiful silk dress. Her complaining stopped as she arched and clenched and stiffled an hundred cries.

She convulsed again and again and closed her legs softly around my hands and rested. Her eyes opened as I looked down on her and she smiled, but a single tear drop glistened with the exquisite beauty of fine stained glass. She righted herself, sat up, adjusted her panties as I watched. She showed not a sign of embarrasement now, but stood, collected her hat from the empty row behind us, and leaned in, kissing me on the forehead.

"You are a dear." she said.

Her over-priced shoes again clicked quietly across the hardwood floor as she entered the nursery and collected her now quiet children.