HOLY HOTS

The click-clack of a woman's high heels approaching the confessional stall gave the priest an unarguable guess of his next penitent's gender. The door swung open and almost immediately, the fragrance she wore stole the atmosphere. Fr Gregory became the curious cat. Well, he has always been. Then the overwhelming and compelling need to see this woman whom reminds him of Rose of Rome. This penitent who was there for absolution and whose fragrance reminds him of the years he hoped to spend his youth on the thighs of Rose an Italian beauty queen. Some how, this fragrance evoked feelings of sensuality and hot coitus desires even though it felt wrong at the moment. ''In the name of the father, of the son and of the Holy Spirit, Amen!. father bless me for I have sinned..." she began almost as soon as she knelt at the other side of the dock. There she was, this penitent whose fragrance has taken the righteous servant of God to the forbidden memories of passion. How can the presence of a str

She pulled into the drive way a little thankful that she made it home few minutes before her curfew. The sky was tar-black and the large clouds were showing signs of storm in it's belly. The pitter-patter of rain on her car became her nightmare instead of the Lord she would encounter inside the house. She looked at the street through her side mirror to see people running for cover. Beautiful colors and designs of umbrellas were opened as the clouds spat out their beads of water. The tiny Puddles on the street were plinking as the rainfall became heavier. She scanned through her car hoping to find her umbrella. Atlas it wasn't in the car. Her mind began to race as she kept calculating an easier way to get into the house. "I just made this hair and I can't ruin it yet" . She grumbled as she kept scanning through the car kaleidoscopically hoping to find something that could stand in place of an umbrella. Few minutes had passed and nothing was available to protect her from the rain so

The Obsidian black Mercedes S650 which Amelia rode to church the other day pulled right in front of Mrs Steels just outside the front porch. Dressed in sky blue BOTTEGA VENETA Patent Stretch Leather Dress, paired with AMELIE BERTRAND's handbag from Louis Vuitton's ARTYCAPUCINE collection, a dark Gucci sunglasses and a black Christian Louboutin heels, Amy was ready for the day. Her hair which was styled in a messy bun sitting inches just above the nape of her neck spoke more of 'simple and classy'. No doubt she is a beautiful woman but life hasn't been fair to her for the longest. She pulled on the rear door revealing an interior that dripped with opulence. Luscious leathers and gleaming woods were used throughout, and the interior design is sleek and stylish. No wonder it costs nearly an arm and a foot. Majestically, Amy sat in the car right before she slammed the door shut. "You can go now" she instructed the driver who was waiting on her instructions. It was a 10 mins drive to the

Looking at her wrist watch, Amy is shocked to see that it is already past 5 p.m. "Its amazing how fast time flies" she mumbled. Now she's wondering if her Lord was in the house and if he was, that meant trouble. Adjusting her dress she walked into the house ready to face anything that comes her way. Who said marriage was fun? Because it's actually the opposite for Amy. "Well there could be hope someday", she thought out loud. Every minute outside the walls of this place is such an immeasurable blessing for Amy. She had the chances to smile, chat and may be get appreciated. She slowly opened the door as she looked around the hallway while praying steadily in her heart that her Lord would not be home. "I just hope he can travel anytime soon, I just want to breathe" she whispered still scanning the house stealthily."Well I heard that and I'm not going anywhere soon". the voice behind her jeered as he walked toward her in fast steps. Amy's lips coiled as she froze in fear. She didn't m

Excited Amelia found her way into the kitchen thanking God for the little ray of hope she felt. "I know my sister is wrong about Jack. he loves me and he will choose me over all these fancy women. It's just a matter of time". Amelia obviously hasn't been this happy in a very long time from Jack's actions or words. Who knows he would willingly pick her as his wife instead of these women? Scanning through the refrigerator for ingredients available, Amy concluded on making Brie Quesadilla with fruit salsa. Gathering the ingredients for her Salsa, she couldn't resist the chuckles that came from the thoughts in her head. Finally, her position as the Lady of the house is beginning to feel like what it should be. Combining Salsa ingredients,which consisted of diced red pears – About 1/2 cup quartered grapes∶ both red and green,– lime juice,– chopped mint,– ground black pepper, and 3 tablespoons chopped toasted walnuts. Amy Spread about 6 ounces of Brie on each of 2 large tortillas. Topping