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In the beginning, Judaism which begot the Christian faith was a faith that was built on sacred sex. Or at least that was what one author like that was trying to say through his book. I think it was Dan Brown? Yeah, and the book was The Da Vinci Code. In the book, speaking through a fictional Harvard university scholar, he buttressed the fact that sex was a divine act through which men encountered God through the sacred feminine. That the Holy of Holies in the temple built by king Solomon not only housed God, but also his female equal known as Shekinah. He told millions of his readers that men would visit the temple and the priestesses would help them to encounter God through physical contact and bla bla bla. That all sounded stupid when I read it, so so stupid and absurd, but I had cause to doubt myself after what happened between Nuel and I right there in the chapel, in the presence of God. Everything was slow, delicate, sophisticated. He broke the kiss and slowly shut t

I walked around the parish premises, watching as different religious societies set up their altars and started their prayers. The Legion Of Mary and The Blue Army were the only societies that still had members with zeal. Even before they began saying the rosary, more than half of their members had already come, sitting comfortably and waiting. The other societies; the society of sacred heart, society of St Jude, and the rest were all scanty, with about three or four members in attendance, but nevertheless they inspired me. For the fact they were still holding on even on the verge of societal death was a true proof of their faith. I walked to the gathering center where catechism was held, and as I walked there, children shouted “ good evening father” so loudly that one might think that they were trying to wage war against me instead of greeting me. I answered them with a warm smile, asking how they were and all that. They were little kids, about four and five and six years, and i

Collins’ POV I slept with Nuel, on his bed, both of us naked and drunk with sex. He was a beast that night, and his testosterone levels were at it's highest peak. We went for four rounds in one night, and after the fourth one he still wanted to go again. I knew that if I had allowed him, he would've torn my manhole into shreds. I said no, giving the excuse that I was already feeling sleepy. Not that I didn't love it, but too much of everything was bad. It was like having way too much sugar and knowing that you could risk reducing your insulin levels. He then asked if he could put his dick in my ass and fall asleep and that, I allowed. He inserted his dick in me, cuddling me in a spoon as we both fell asleep, skin to skin, connected, totally vulnerable before each other, and eventually woke up to attend morning mass. I was washing my hands after taking a leak when Franklin walked into the restroom, bolting the door after him. I couldn't tell why, but the fact that he was alon