When did I fall from grace? I am not sure there was an exact moment, but when it happened, I couldn’t go back. I knew that the like of sin was the one for me. First off, let me begin by saying I have always been a good Catholic. Private girls school, catechism classes, and my life given to God in a huge ceremony. My family went all out for the party afterwards, but something shut off inside of me that day. The light inside of me suddenly went dim and dark. Maybe it was walking in on the family Priest and one of the altar boys, or that I found porn hidden under the family bible. Either way, I think all of it added up to who and what I am today.

One of my first diabolical acts was so bad that I might have sealed my passage into hell. If not, I am damn close to ending up in the hottest place on earth. Closing my eyes, I can still remember it all.

Sunday morning was always a dreaded day for me. Who wants to get up when they don’t have to and sit through mass? Not me. I would rather be laying on the beach drinking a margarita. The night before I had pulled out a short pink skirt, white blouse, and some stockings. You know, the ones with the lacy elastic band around the thighs. Sitting on top of the perfectly folded clothing was my rosary. I had gotten that very one when I was still a child. A gift from my parents for getting straight A’s. God forbid they just give me money like everyone else’s parents did.

It was at that very moment when I knew today would be different. Slipping on the outfit, I made sure there was not a wrinkle to be seen. Another pet peeve of my mothers is wrinkled clothing. That woman even irons her undies. Other than the rosary, the last thing was my 5 inch spiked stiletto heels. I love the way they make my legs look. I sat on the edge of the bed in front of a full length mirror and spread my legs. Did I mention that I forgot the panties? Well, I did. Rolling the beaded part of the rosary up, I pushed them in my tight bald pussy and left the cross to dangle out. Perfect accessory for that outfit. Pushing it back and forth over my lips, I felt a tingle deep inside. I was getting wet just from the thought of going to church this way.

Holy Innocents Catholic Church was the one I chose. It’s not my home church, but I thought better of going there. My parents would attend and well, nothing good could happen if they did. I would never do something like I had planned with them around. The moment I walked into the building, my nose burned from the pungent aroma of incense. Rubbing my fingers under each nostril, it was impossible to fight that odor. For fuck sakes, it was so strong that I would be shocked if some old person didn’t have an asthma attack. I have perfect lungs and still found it hard to breathe.

Stopping only to apply holy water, I did a second dip, but this time not for my forehead. One glance around and my nimble little fingers slipped to my lower lips, blessing the cross that dangled from my pussy. I knew it wasn’t possible, but a spark of electricity raced through my pulsating veins. I had never in my life felt so alive as I did at that moment.

Pushing forward, the only seat I wanted was in the front row. Nothing else would give me the satisfaction that I needed. Thankfully for me, the front row was completely empty, and the moment I sat on that well polished bench, a little clink from the rosary on the wood made me giggle. As my eyes scanned the room, I noticed the small table in front. Shit, it’s communion Sunday. I completely forgot about the date. Oh well, that might make this entire trip a little more fun.

Father Samuel Martinez was doing the service. I had met him one time in the past, but I was just a child and looked a lot different than I do now. He was middle aged when I met him before, but now, this man was closer to death than anyone I had ever known. Father Sam dressed in the traditional Priest garb, but then again, that’s what I wanted today. As he stood in front of the congregation spewing his words of how God gave his only son for our sins I decided to find out just how much is forgiven.

A glance to the right, then to the left, I moved in my seat, opening my legs enough to give the old man a clear view of my cross adorned pussy. Holding a bible in my hands, I whispered the verse he was quoting, but my legs stayed open. Peeking over the top of the tattered old book, there was no doubt that he saw my pussy. Adjusting the collar of his gown, the poor old man began to sweat. Dribbles of perspiration poured from his forehead as a smirk creased my lips. Knowing full well I had his attention, I pushed a hand between my legs and slowly pulled the rosary from my tight bald pussy. Bringing the cross to my lips nonchalantly, I kissed the crucifix, tasting my pussy for the first time. Sweet as honey, I sucked the little trophy between my lips, holding it there for a moment. It was at that moment that I might have gone a little too far.

Father Samuel clutched his chest, pointing to me as he fell from the altar. The funeral is next week. Should I wear black?

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A taboo story I wrote about a little affair I stumbled upon. As a voyeur, you know that I watched ever second of this deceitful act. The character was made to have a few similarities to the writer, but well, they are two different beings.

Jake, dinner’s in the bowl. Come and eat.”

Talking to a cat is common for someone who lives alone. Not that kittens ever speak back, but for the lonely soul living in apartment 612, she has hope that one day that cat will turn into the man of her dreams. A girl can hope.

At 30, Nicole has lived in the same apartment for most of her life. After sharing it with her parents for a year, they retired to Florida, leaving her with the rent-controlled apartment. In New York, that is something you don’t want to give up. Not when broom closets can cost $1,200.00 per month. When you’re on a starving writer’s salary, there was no way she could move. Well, not until she got that big break every writer hopes to get. Working for a community newspaper was only temporary, or so she kept telling herself. Three years into the job, and she still wasn’t anything more than a fact-checker. Nicole was not the kind of girl to catch the attention of the boss. He preferred big tit blondes with the IQ of a housefly. Nicole did the work while they stayed on their knees, doing their form of a job.

Perched in front of the window with her Chinese take-out box, Nicole began her nightly ritual. She loved watching the neighbors in the apartment building across the walkway. Since her apartment was smack dab in the middle, she had the best view of everything below the sixth floor. Plus, her telescope gave her a bird’s eyes advantage to peek into the lives of others. Sometimes she placed herself as a fly on the wall and wrote her own story.

She kept reminding herself that this would become a bestseller one day, and she would finally get her big break.

Taking her first bite of the vegetable-filled eggroll, she almost choked. The light from the apartment directly across from her popped on. It had been at least two days since she noticed any activity in that apartment. A young couple moved in about six months ago, and usually, the only one home was the husband. The wife worked nights, so she was rarely home. If Nicole had to guess, she would say she was a nurse. She wore scrubs, and with the hours she kept, she probably worked the graveyard shift.

As she ate, Nicole watched as the dark-haired male cleaned up the apartment, struggled to open a bottle of wine, and stood adjusting his tie in the mirror. Maybe the wife was home, and it was date night? Either way, he had piqued her interest solely on watching him. All she could hope for was that he didn’t close the shades tonight. A few times when they first moved in, she caught them having sex. That had to be the highlight of her viewing addiction. There was something dirty about dipping into the bedroom of strangers and watching as they indulge in intimate acts. For Nicole, that night was one of the best orgasms she had ever experienced.

“Oh, shit, who is that?” Nicole whispered.

Across the walkway in that 6th-floor apartment, the door rang. When the male opened it, that wasn’t his wife. The man was married to a small dumpy blond, but this tall brunette he greeted with a kiss was not his wife. Gasping, she pushed the food in her mouth faster as she watched the man shove the woman against the door, his hands groping her like an animal in heat. Thank god, for the telescope. Nicole could see it all.

“Fuck nuggets, if his wife comes home, he’s dead. I would kill that asshole if he cheated on me,” Nicole growled as she shoved her chopsticks into the container.

She shoved the wooden sticks into the food with each bite as though she was stabbing the male for cheating. The more clothing that came off, the madder she became. Cheating was wrong. She hated men who cheated, and this one most of all. He was doing it right there in the apartment he shared with his wife.

As a little fly on the wall, she watched the man fully undress the female, carrying her to the bedroom—one thrust as he tossed her on the bed. Laughter from the woman filled the room, her hands roaming all over her body as the male undressed. He was proud of his body, stroking his cock a few times when his pants came off. Long and hard, he pushed his hand around the fuck meat a few times, pushing a little cream to the head. A dribble leaking out to taunt the female, he motioned her forward to give her a taste of the succulent cream.

Smirking, she moved to her hands and knees, crawling to the edge of the bed, licking over her lips. “Mmm Papi, gimme some of that good stuff,” she purred.

The male grabbed her long brunette strands, yanking her forward to his cock. Smearing the pre-cum all over her face, pinching her nose to open her mouth. When she gasped for a breath, he replaced the air with his cock, forcing it inside. He Thrust forward, his balls slapping her chin in a clap of approval. He stretched her throat open to feed both of them what they needed. Grunts and groans came out as animalistic sounds as the man fed this beautiful woman the entire length of his massive cock. Pulling back, looking down at the female, he pulled out, a thin line of saliva still connecting them as one. With a quick slap of the head to her check, he stopped, smirking as though he knew someone was watching. Quickly looking out the open shade, he closed the blinds before continuing on the adulterous affair.

“NOOOO,” Nicole cried.

She slammed the food down on the small table, her show was over for the night, but she knew this wouldn’t be the last time she was a fly on their wall.

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