Stephen

by Amy Cross

Nestled amid pristine white sheets, there lay a baby that was discolored and still. And quite dead.

coincidentally, his age at the time. He was three months old. Three short months. That is how long he was with us before he was so cruelly snatched away.”

it is a sin to give up on anybody. Yes, people make terrible mistakes from time to time, but their souls can still be restored to glory

I even offered to clean Mother Superior's feet with my tongue, nightly, but she gently declined the idea.

No good will come of you constantly seeking a master to rule over you.”

Indeed, I began to tremble with anticipation, feeling the sensation build and build until finally a wave of pleasure burst up from my body. In my mind's eye I was striking myself again and again, and each lash seemed to tighten a knot deep within my body. I was gasping louder, although slowly these separate gasps combined to form a kind of long, continued moan. The knot was in my belly but moving slowly downward. And the pain, oh the pain, was growing and becoming just as ecstatic as it had ever seemed at the convent. I was in a trance, utterly captivated by the fantasy.

Suddenly, finally, my legs stiffened and I fell forward, gasping as I bumped against the wall, and then the gasp became a moan as I slumped down – trembling and breathless – onto the floor. For a few seconds, I was seized by an unimaginably pleasurable cramp between my legs. It was the most thrilling, tender pleasure I had ever felt, and it left me utterly startled.