Ashes

The air smells so good! It always does this time of the year.

It never matters which day it is, or which month. On this particular Wednesday, every year, the air always smells different, smells good.

Smells purified.

I glance back at the vase sitting elegantly on the altar, the light from the stained glass windows of the building reflecting off its silver body.

A smile slowly spreads on my face. I take a deep breath, adjust the collar on my neck, and walk towards the heavy oak doors.

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the Encounters

The dreams always started the same. A quiet knock on the door,  followed by a voice softly whispering my name, asking, almost pleading even, to be let in. 

I never remembered their faces, there was too many of them to even try. But the sounds of their voices,  that always stayed with me. That I could never forget. 

Sensual,  sultry,  whispering sinful promises from full lips.

God, their voices I always remembered. 

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the sacrament 

It’s that time again. I can smell the excitement in the air,  can feel it deep in my marrows. My arms grip the steering wheel tighter as I navigate the pothole ridden road,  driving slowly but surely to my temple. 

Damn. It’s been so long. So so long! 

 I park the vehicle in front of the cabin,  step out and walk over to the passenger’s side,  opening the door like the gentleman I am. The gentleman my mother taught me to be. 

The raven haired girl was still asleep, her not so bountiful bossom heaving up and down gently as she breathed.  continue reading......

sacrificio

It was a clear black night. The moon shone in all its majestic radiance, round and full, surrounded by little white dots twinkling brightly, casting their celestial lights on the open field.

A long howl could be heard in the background, followed by a responding hoot from a wide eyed owl.

A circle stood in the field, formed by figures, men and women, clad in black hooded robes, one of them holding a long staff. 
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the big O

“Yes baby! Right there, right there, right there!!!!  Ooohh, ooohhh”

“You like that don’t you?”

Clara felt the palm connect to her behind before she could reply, sending a mixed sensation of pain and pleasure ripple across her body.

“I said you like that don’t you!!”

“Yes papi. I like that a lot”

She could feel the sweat dripping off his bearded face onto her arched back as his stiff rod slid in and out of her, pounding away with no remorse, her screams being muffled by the pillow, her face pinned into it by his left hand wrapped around her neck, loud music blasting from the speakers in the living room.  continue reading......