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A Work in Progress: The Silent Rectory


new ideas: she shows up dressed in a checkered tablecloth...


The rectory was silent. Soft footsteps fell upon the thick carpet leading to the study. The feet were clean, their nails trim. Firm, muscular calf muscles rose to knees that knew both the laborer’s life and the desk of academia. From there thighs thick with the sweat of years and the shadows of sinews traced their way up to realms forbidden…

Their owner wore his robe loosely, barely tied; a cool breeze through the stone window cooled him down after his hot shower. He had joined the priesthood late, and relics of his sectarian life were still scattered about: unopened bottles of liquor over the bar, the Jacuzzi, the over-sized extra-downy bed. He had overcome his temptations toward them, and therefore he felt no pressing need to remove such things…

His sectarian life had been a mess, ‘hell’ he would describe it. His heart was all over the place, he could not choose one woman, fearing to break any hearts, and in the end he broke them all. “There is only one solution,” he told himself. “A celibate ecclesiastic spiritual life free from the trials and torments of the flesh, free from the competition and battles over reproductive selection, and, most of all, free from his heart’s most inner desires…”

A knock on the door. “Delivery for Mr. Steadfast.” His clerical attire for his first sermon had arrived. he tipped the delivery man and turned with trepidation. How could he, who had sinned, be preaching to an audience to live a virtuous life? Sifting down through the packing paper he pulled out the sealed plastic bag that contained his attire for that momentous occasion.

He did not notice the frill at first, he was lost in working out the inflections of his homily when it hit him that something was seriously wrong. as he unfurled the garment, his heart was struck with a bolt. He was gazing at a nun’s habit…

“There is nothing we can do,” said the deacon. You must give your sermon in the habit, we cannot desecrate God’s handiwork. You have eight hours to prepare yourself. Goodbye.”

He was beside himself. This could not be happening, but then he remembered his former life and realized that this was nothing. He let his robe drop to the floor and braced himself. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t put on the nun’s habit. He would need help. He eyed the liquor cabinet…

OK. Now he was ready. Feeling the warm tingling of heat through his veins, he worked his bulging arms through the tiny slits, and donned the long veil. He looked in the mirror. Except for his large nose he looked like a huge nun.

There was a ring at the door. His heart stopped. The door ringer was a feminine item, pinkish roses in a bouquet-like setting. No self-respecting man would touch the thing. This was a bad omen, a very bad omen, for he was in no condition to resist temptation… he said a short prayer and moved toward the door…




“Oh God!” The words left his parted lips before he could catch them. She was drop-dead gorgeous to him. His eyes slowly traced her subtle curves, down along her soft cheeks, around the teasing earlobes, under her noble chin, then down her perfect, refined neck. Down, down his eyes hungrily moved… he mentally slapped himself and thought, “Wake up, you fool!”

She did not seem to notice the attire. “Excuse me?” She responded to his two escaped words. “Oh, if you are in the middle of praying, I’ll come back later. I do not wish to disturb a priest… and the she realized… “dressed in a habit…”

He was in such agony now. Oh, the hell of reverse psychology! If she only demanded to come in, if she only showed lust and desire, then he could resist her; but he had always been weak against reverse psychology, ever wanting, longing for that which was about to be lost… and the habit made that possibility ever stronger. To make the situation worse, he needed to explain, he could not let her leave with a wrong impression…

“No! Please! do come in. I am here to serve in any way I can, and I feel you are due an explanation as to my present predicament.”

As she entered, her movements were liquid. His mind spinned, his heart raced, his buried emotions and desires burst forth like geysers. He did not know how he had remained single for so long…

She was a simple, but very healthy country woman. Her hair had the sheen of golden fields of corn, her skin as smooth as lambskin, and the gentle firmness in her limbs and the grace in her step all boasted of living a farm life. To his urban eyes, she was a Venusian goddess sent to him from the rolling hills and fruited plains...

“Father, my problem is men.”

At that he suddenly noticed the extraordinary breeziness underneath his habit, and realized he was wearing nothing else. This had the ill effect of arousing him further, and there was nothing to stop a complete, projecting rise from disfiguring the habit in a most unbecoming manner… he turned slightly away from her in desperation…

“You see, Father, I am a heartbreaker. In my efforts not to break hearts, I break them all. I am a true bane to myself and to the men who are unfortunate enough to encounter me. I am at a loss as to what to do next.”

As she spoke her melodious voice almost obscured the meaning of her words, but he heard just enough to confirm his worse fears, she was attracted to him, and he saw she was exploring not only his sturdy frame, but his heart as well, and his heart at this moment was fatally weak…

As she spoke, his mind was transfixed on her lips, reading only the satisfaction of his urges upon them, and as he responded, he could read the same in her sorrowful eyes…

Their breathing was in unison now. Time had stopped. The rectory was again silent, but this time it was in a delirious, wetted anticipation…

He did not know how it happened. She was pressed against him, and he was facing her, in a full, throbbing red alert that did not pass her notice. He blushed as she wowed at the extent of the habit’s pointed front, he wanted to run away like a little boy, but her grasp tightened. “Take me, now… I believe I was sent here by divine design, and you, Father, are the answer to my life…”

He gulped a gulp that can only come from a man locked away from women longer than any man’s hormones could endure. She paused, lips upturned, and he imagined the depths beneath waiting for him to discover; for him… to adore, to claim, to cherish, to love…


He was at a full, ultra-hard attention now, and every new inch that he discovered of her assured that it would stay that way for a long, long time…


and your latest chapter:

mwa here it comes not finished yet but hey heres a head up on whats unfolding:


(prelude)
As I wander over to the building across the street, the head “Nun”t old me I needed to speak to one in charge to see if by chance our missing habits made it there instead at the church.
Being only 25 years old, mom had sent me to a Catholic Church ever since I could remember. Oh how I hated it. I always felt suffocated in their uniform. Probably explains the Nuns issue with me being in plain clothes.

She spoke of “ You’re a woman of God my dear, we do not allow other humans to see the flesh.” Oh come on please, really now, wasn’t Adam and Eve naked? Sure she sinned but come on, to totally be draped from head to toes is just a tad bit overwhelming.

As I walked out this afternoon from the St. Mary’s Catholic University, I had lunch with mother then headed back to the nunnery. Mom giving me the third degree,
” You know Sister Helena will now tolerate that get up you have on.”
“Oh mom please, I’m only there for about five hours today, it will be okay.”

Gave her a kiss waved her off and 20 minutes later, I’m standing in front of Sister Helena. She’s gasping for air and ranting. Never knew a nun can get so tiffed.

I must say I have been blessed with the best. Sleek and slender body, not at all thin, just right. Being part of the gymnastics team, I learned to maintain a certain weight limit and not be too overboard. I definitely was blessed in the bosom area, large and full, against that of my perfect curves, well lets just say that’s what draws attention to me. Every summer I spend down at the Coast catching up on my tan, leaving my skin a nice and milk chocolate in color for the rest of the year.


Well as I stood outside this building, I was trying to imagine what the men are like being on this side of “Gods” universe. So I put out my cigarette and walked around the corner and up the stairs. As I knocked 3 times, (an that song was ringing in my ears. Oh yes mom hated the music I listened to as well, but hey I’m only 25…



(at the door)
The door opened and my goodness, the sight that stood before me. (Trying hard not to laugh) Stood a gorgeous man, well I think for…let’s just say, I could only see his face. This man was wearing, Oh yes you got it, the nun’s habit. His eyes were dark and his hair short, I imagine he stood about 6’ tall, for I am 5’ and it appears he was a good foot ahead of me. A smile on his face, yet you could see he was battling something. I smiled in return and explained why I was standing before him this afternoon.

(in)
Embarrassed he waved me in. We exchanged pleasantries and he asked me to give him a minute to get a hold of something else. He made a couple of phone calls before he asked me if I can give him about 20 minutes for someone to bring him a change of clothes. I said sure no problem. (And to be honest I wasn’t in too much of a hurry to get back to Helena!) He explained to me that he was getting ready for a sermon, and could help but laugh out loud when I imagined him in that habit and personally couldn’t believe he would of done it in that habit.


(good thought)
As he was moving about getting ready for the sermon, I couldn’t help but become intrigued about the man willing to sacrifice his image just to preach a sermon, in from of a whole congregation, dressed in a habit. Takes guts I must say. Then I can see his face become dark at times, and I could help but wonder what his story was.
Way on the other side of the room I seen a flask, I knew what it may contain grandpa use to carry one when I was younger, but I knew they here wouldn’t allow such a thing. Obvious of my staring he said, “There is nothing in it.”
Stunned momentarily I replied,” Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“Oh its okay Jen, there’s no problem. I am an alcoholic and had been sober now for 10 years. Yet on occasion I still struggle with it, I do not fall into its tempting call.”

I just smiled, seeing that he was speaking the truth.
Wow and what came about next scared me, in a way but just a little. As I watched him clean up and he was mumbled his sermon, I couldn’t help but find myself wandering off. He was preaching something on the sins of the flesh and the lusts of the mind. Intriguing piece actually, I listened intently.
Although with every word, my thoughts trailed elsewhere to depths of my soul where I never knew existed.



Look at him, tall, and dark, his hands large next to the cup he was sipping coffee out of. His smile beautiful and his eyes spoke of passion and need, yet a safety net for the righteous ways. Then a knock rapidly in repetition, exploded my thoughts.





“Thanks Danny for bringing me a set of clothes, I need t give this habit back to its rightful owner.”
As they exchanged a few more words they said goodbye and the door shut.
He smiled at me told me give him a couple more minutes and he will give me what I need and I can be on my way.
(Give me what I need, very interesting words coming from the lips of this man)
Less then five minutes he abounds from the lavatory, and hands me a bag with the habit. My thoughts actually reeled full speed seeing him in a pair of black slacks and a short sleeve button down shirt. His muscles outlined perfectly and his eyes even brighter. I could barely breathe as these thoughts became more intense. And then it happened, my worst nightmare.



“His body coming towards me, I see his broad chest. His lips parted as he releases words but no sound was made. I can feel my body changing immensely as I longed to touch him. Trying to shake the feeling I return his with a smile, and his hands brushed mine as he handed me the bag. I can feel the heat from his hands, as I looked up and our eyes linked, I can see the passion dancing in high speed across them. His smile bright yet, started to fade as he stares at me. Trying to look away I couldn’t something about the moment enticed me to look on.







“Umm, Yes well Jen, there you go one habit.”
“Thank you very much, I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”
He smiled back ”No problem at all.” He whispered.
“Well okay, I guess I will get going, again, pleasure to meet you.”
No more then the words were out, our faces became within inches of sins boundary. I wanted to back up and leave so fast but then a part of me couldn’t, I wanted to see what this man was made of.



(liplock)
Then without hesitation, our lips became locked. Tender at first. He was gentle, the kiss was sweet and delicate. As our lips parted, he stepped back fast. His face filled with worry, guilt. I was pretty sure I was looking filled with confusion as well as shame.
Yet I was a woman who had never been as far as I was right now. I was turned on without a doubt. And I believe he was as well. Thoughts taking me further then I can imagine.



He coughed and turned from me, were those tears in his eyes? Was he angry with me for the kiss? I started to cry, “I am so sorry, I just don’t know what got into me…” sobbing now.
“No Jen, I am sorry, I just don’t know why I did that, I am quite ashamed of my behavior. “
“John, I am sorry.” Then turned on me heels and headed for the door. “I have never kissed a man, and felt…so much …nevermind.”
“Jen wait. Please do not blame yourself, it was I, that should of backed away and instead, kissed you.”
Turning to face him, he was standing directly in front of me. His hands raised, his lips parted, he reaches for me.

(kiss 2)
I couldn’t resist the feeling growing within me at the feel of his touch. I leaned up, and we kissed again, this time hungrily. I became weak at the knees as I can feel the intensity of the heat. His lips traveling hard against my lips, my cheeks and then to my neck. As his body pressed against mine, I could feel another such arousal, that I myself, had never experienced before.

Softening, his kisses become gentle again, and my body is reacting to his every move, his every kiss. I wanted this mystery preacher man before me.




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