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“He’s not a girl and he’s doing it in the safety of our walls and only with fellows of his standing. There is nothing to be guilty about,” one priest told the other. “Then why are you taking him a habit?” The other asked as they walked into the dorm. “He requested it. He said he liked feeling it on his neck,” the first priest replied with a shrug. “He wears the rest of it under his clothes already, so what harm could it do to let him have this once in a while?” They look at each other for a moment as they continue walking down the hall before looking away. “I’ll admit, it suits his face,” the second priest confessed before they stopped outside their destination. The first priest knocked twice, paused, knocked twice, paused and knocked twice again before the door was opened to the junior priest’s quarters. A position the young man of their conversion has held since he turned 17 two years ago. Once the door was closed, they saw him off to their right wearing a habit that s...

”Fuck me,” Claire said joyfully as she staggered into her room from her mandated walk down the hallway. She would do this every night. She would strip down to nothing but her shoes and stockings. Insert, the smooth pill shape before turning it on and placing the controls into the top of her stockings. Then she would slip her arms back into her black robe. Next Claire would fix her habit back into place with slightly shaking fingers before she left on her walk. She doesn’t close her door behind her. The hallway was a loop like the building that she lived in with everyone else. Inside no one treated her any worst or any different than how someone else there treated her. Claire in turn treated each of them like any of the others she interacted with. She thought being in a closed off, controlled environment would keep her sane. Would keep her in control. Would keep her sin free. She was wrong. So wrong. There, sitting in a chair that sat in the middle of her room was a woman wh...

After all that ranting I did and the work I did on both stories, I've decided to post them both here for you in on post. You can cast your vote for which one you think is better. The first one I came up with, or the second one that I rebuilt from my swiss cheese memory and what I remember feeling from the first one other than pride. Heaven forbid you leave a comment here, so I'm trying out a polling site where you don't have to log in and be followed in or noted in any way, other than your vote. So here we go. === Remembering For Fun. I may hire this boy again. I found him, or should I say he found me, at the airport. I don't know if he has the best gaydar on the planet, or he saw me checking him out, or he was desperate enough to just try and see if I was game. Oh, I was more than game. I took him with me to my hotel and used his fake name to list him as my roommate. I sent him to take a shower while I unpacked my things for the week I was going to...

I said that I wouldn’t do this anymore, so why am I here again? Being dressed up as a girl to get past the coach is embarrassing. I don’t care that they all say I look cute in the skirt. “Ohh…,” I try to keep my eyes from rolling back. This is only the third guy. I have at least ten others to go today. I continue to move my hips back into his crotch. Ok. I know why I’m still doing this as I feel him slam into my ass and stir up all the cum that was already in me. ===== I seemed to have missed this one. Maybe I thought it was too short at the time.