Prayer From Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

“In the name of the Uncreated Light, we enter the inner chamber of the heart. Tonight, this mother will become the living icon of the Theotokos — not in purity, but in total surrender. Kyrie Iesou Christe, eleison me… through her dripping cunt.” He formed the Jesus Prayer Mudra with his right hand — thumb and ring finger touching — and pressed it firmly against Sophia’s swollen clit while rubbing the fat, scorching head of his massive cock up and down her soaked slit. The wet, obscene sound of her arousal echoed off the stone walls. He slammed into her in one savage thrust.

As I ran my left hand through my hair, my foot tapping the marbled floor I gave a loud hiss. “hey you stand up.” “Me?” “Yes” Swallowing hard I stood to my feet. Oh, God! She's going to ask me why I hissed or she's going to ask me a ques..... “Pray for us” She uttered. PHEW! I didn't see that coming. “Lord I thank you.........Amen”

' God please don't let me lose this ones' I pray as I feel a vicious liquid in between my legs, that I suspect to be blood. ##########

I knelt on the kitchen floor amid the glass, clasping my hands so tight my nails bit into my skin. "God, please," I wailed, tears streaming, my body heaving with each plea. "Don't take him. He's been tired, short of breath… please god! Heal him, make his heart strong again. I promise I'll visit more, call every day. I'll stop chasing shadows and focus on what's real. I will stop acting like a slut and take my marital vow seriously... god! Please " I prayed fervently and violently, I prayed for Dad to get better. If the powers-that-be hadn’t heard my voice, my frenzied movements would have shaken the heavens that day. I adhered to all the rituals of pleading my case before God.

“Did you eat?" Sophia whispered out. “Yes," "Your drugs? Did you take them?" Sophia nodded. “Yes," "Good girl,” He smiled. “Tell me about the church. What did you pray for?" Sophia's hands involuntary worked on their own, and she clasped one of her palms together with his free one, interlacing their fingers while he silently watched her, waiting for her reply. “I-I prayed for my freedom,"

”He replied. "May we begin with a brief prayer of thanksgiving to our mighty Father?" Then we inquire as to what our next tasks will be for His glory to be revealed! "Excellent! "Come on now," Rudolf says, closing his eyes and waiting for Rhoda to begin the prayers. He slid his hand possessively around her waist. "Come on my sexy wife, let's go," Rudolf exclaims. "Thank you Father God for all you have done for all your suffering people who trusted you." Rhoda prays as she continues, while Rudolf appears to be itching to entrap his hands around her waistline for a few moments.

He cursed stepping out of the kitchen with a Plate of pasta and meatball Collins pouted"Only if you're cherry, my blossom,"He stated ,eyes closed and hands hugging himself "i won't mind." Morgan looked at him frantically, then flipped his head."You're lost,pray you get saved." "Amen."He chorus and joined his palm together in prayer "You head that Mary and Jesus.please save me and save this grumpy old tw....Ahhh!the fuck man,you wanna fucking kill me with this your iron made hand?,Oh please spare me,am too fragile. "

' On our knees, facing the cross, he entered me from behind again, slow this time. 'Fuck me while we pray,' he whispered. I recited the Lord's Prayer, voice breaking on each thrust. 'Our Father... ahh... who art in heaven... mmm... hallowed be thy name.' His cock slid in and out, deliberate, building tension. 'Thy kingdom come... fuck, yes... thy will be done.' It was the ultimate taboo...fucking while invoking the divine. His hand choked lightly, moans punctuating. 'On earth... ngh... as it is in heaven.' We sped up, the prayer devolving into gasps and curses.

POV AKIRA SELENA After Alfred and I left the party, the chanting began along with the sound of the drum. It is another important moment of our festival, a prayer to nature. And in Skyfall, prayer doesn't mean fear, and even less is it the affliction of yearning for a solution to your fears. It means a sincere gratitude for what you have, and not much questioning about what tomorrow's fate will be, because whatever comes, whether good times or storms, both are seen as a strong wind that the branches of the tree-of-life will have to endure, just as we will endure our choices.

The jealousy gnawed deeper with every second. Then the door on his side creaked open. Fabric rustled as he settled. I held my breath, staring at the shadowed screen. He couldn’t see me—not clearly—unless he leaned close to the small grate. I stayed silent until I was sure he was seated. He made the sign of the cross, voice low and steady. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.” A pause. “You may begin. Tell me your sins.”