losing my virginity was a very intense experience.
A private oasis awaited us with two outstanding servants and two new beautiful women. I was far less nervous this time around and lasted much longer inside this lovely Asian girl with a perfect body. She orally satisfied me over and over again and I was more than happy to return the favor. Orgasm after orgasm every time but thoughts of Jezebel or whatever her real name is haunted my mind like a demon. She appeared in my head over and over and again and again. That sensuous gray colored hair and that knock out nude body underneath the modest robe of the monk. I wanted so badly to taste what was underneath that robe. I wanted to go down on her so badly. When I went down on my striking Asian lover, I thought of the Rapture woman.
“We’re sure having fun but it’s not going to last much longer,” said the dirty old man, also known as my great grandfather.
“I know, Harold.”
“What next?”
“We set a trap for her… somehow…… …”
Our days and nights of hedonism would soon give way to our collaboration to save the world but we weren’t sure from what. I wrote the story that is coming next, dear reader, after my return from watching the Christian faith I love transformed into the most sinister force of evil that I had ever witnessed. It was the worst thing that ever happened to me with the exception of watching the white haired witch slit my mother and father’s throats.
“That story you wrote after we came back from the dark ages, Andrew?”
“It is.”
“I wrote down something quite similar but your story makes more coherent sense.”
“Oh?”
“There is something in the air here,” said my great grandfather.
4
THE MONESTARY
Father Hitchens knew that the monastery he was looking for was hidden behind several mountains. It would be many a long day and night’s journey from the civilized part of England. The superior, the leader of these Jesuits, was Father Superior Darrow. He was an odd man with some strange methods. Reports of his men sleeping with the wives of local peasants and even with other men had built up Darrow’s sorry lot’s dreadful reputation. The worst part was that now that they seemed to have rid themselves of sexual deviants, the few families who lived in the mountains were being torn to shreds by some kind of or animals. Father Hitchens brought fifty men with food so this group of pathetic folks wouldn’t starve to death or simply die from their own stupidity.
“Who is it?
“It’s Father Hitchens,” said Father Darrow.
“What does he want?”
“He wants to show the spirit of the inquisition is still alive.”
There were very few younger men here anymore. Mostly they were well over forty years of age. Hitchens and Darrow were both overweight, unattractive men in their early fifties. They were both blessed with great intellects and cursed with stubborn wills. This was one of the poorest monasteries but their monsignor Aragon demanded that it be that way.
“We have brought food and supplies. Courtesy of our master Aragon, may God bless him and save him.”
“No doubt,” said Darrow.
The visiting priest was shown to his quarters.
“Why are you really here?” asked Darrow.
“You’re a man who gets to the point, I admire that, Father.”
“Thank you.”
“Now, the church is very clear about the rules of celibacy.”
“I know.”
“No one must have sex with a woman or a man.”
“I understand and we are in total agreement, Father Hitchens.”
“We are, yes.”
“God help us if our monks are accused of touching children again.”
“No. They are not, I assure you.”
“I mean what kind of reputation would the church have if it was known for having and protecting perverts. Everyone would be Lutheran tomorrow!”
The two men smiled at one another. It was almost as if they were trying desperately to read the other’s mind. They were not clairvoyant so treading lightly and carefully choosing
A private oasis awaited us with two outstanding servants and two new beautiful women. I was far less nervous this time around and lasted much longer inside this lovely Asian girl with a perfect body. She orally satisfied me over and over again and I was more than happy to return the favor. Orgasm after orgasm every time but thoughts of Jezebel or whatever her real name is haunted my mind like a demon. She appeared in my head over and over and again and again. That sensuous gray colored hair and that knock out nude body underneath the modest robe of the monk. I wanted so badly to taste what was underneath that robe. I wanted to go down on her so badly. When I went down on my striking Asian lover, I thought of the Rapture woman.
“We’re sure having fun but it’s not going to last much longer,” said the dirty old man, also known as my great grandfather.
“I know, Harold.”
“What next?”
“We set a trap for her… somehow…… …”
Our days and nights of hedonism would soon give way to our collaboration to save the world but we weren’t sure from what. I wrote the story that is coming next, dear reader, after my return from watching the Christian faith I love transformed into the most sinister force of evil that I had ever witnessed. It was the worst thing that ever happened to me with the exception of watching the white haired witch slit my mother and father’s throats.
“That story you wrote after we came back from the dark ages, Andrew?”
“It is.”
“I wrote down something quite similar but your story makes more coherent sense.”
“Oh?”
“There is something in the air here,” said my great grandfather.
4
THE MONESTARY
Father Hitchens knew that the monastery he was looking for was hidden behind several mountains. It would be many a long day and night’s journey from the civilized part of England. The superior, the leader of these Jesuits, was Father Superior Darrow. He was an odd man with some strange methods. Reports of his men sleeping with the wives of local peasants and even with other men had built up Darrow’s sorry lot’s dreadful reputation. The worst part was that now that they seemed to have rid themselves of sexual deviants, the few families who lived in the mountains were being torn to shreds by some kind of or animals. Father Hitchens brought fifty men with food so this group of pathetic folks wouldn’t starve to death or simply die from their own stupidity.
“Who is it?
“It’s Father Hitchens,” said Father Darrow.
“What does he want?”
“He wants to show the spirit of the inquisition is still alive.”
There were very few younger men here anymore. Mostly they were well over forty years of age. Hitchens and Darrow were both overweight, unattractive men in their early fifties. They were both blessed with great intellects and cursed with stubborn wills. This was one of the poorest monasteries but their monsignor Aragon demanded that it be that way.
“We have brought food and supplies. Courtesy of our master Aragon, may God bless him and save him.”
“No doubt,” said Darrow.
The visiting priest was shown to his quarters.
“Why are you really here?” asked Darrow.
“You’re a man who gets to the point, I admire that, Father.”
“Thank you.”
“Now, the church is very clear about the rules of celibacy.”
“I know.”
“No one must have sex with a woman or a man.”
“I understand and we are in total agreement, Father Hitchens.”
“We are, yes.”
“God help us if our monks are accused of touching children again.”
“No. They are not, I assure you.”
“I mean what kind of reputation would the church have if it was known for having and protecting perverts. Everyone would be Lutheran tomorrow!”
The two men smiled at one another. It was almost as if they were trying desperately to read the other’s mind. They were not clairvoyant so treading lightly and carefully choosing
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