Sunday Special

Oh man, this is a long thread; I wouldn't attempt to read all of it. Okay, on another site I'm about to publish the third sequel to a story set in New York in 1957. It's about a thirty-one-year-old priest who becomes involved with a nineteen-year-old parishioner. She started the whole thing when she went into his confessional booth one Saturday afternoon. Okay, I added a few other characteristics, like she's bisexual (she has a girlfriend whom he eventually meets) and she's rather kinky by the standards of 1957.

So the story is a bit of a stretch, but I'm trying to keep it within a plausible range. It's not just constant sexual craziness in the pews or something like that. Like, I'm probably not going to have him make a move on the other girl, but - I'd consider it at least. More likely she'd make a move on him, but so far she doesn't seem to be that kind of person.

But I'm not just speculating about the story, I'm actually writing it and trying to deal with the issues it brings up. But, yeah, sex and religion make for a potent combination.
no need to read the whole thread- each Sunday I post a fresh at least vaguely churchy related idea, or variation on a prior week's idea...
 
no need to read the whole thread- each Sunday I post a fresh at least vaguely churchy related idea, or variation on a prior week's idea...
That's the downside of the Internet. It's so easy to post/submit "content" - even just "throw-away" posts of one or two lines - that everybody does just that. Even I do it, like I'm doing now! But the amount of clutter that results online is amazing. Or daunting perhaps.
 
Streetcars and desire.
Good catch. You know where that comes from? Tennessee Williams named his play after a line in New Orleans that ran on Desire Street (it's a bus now). The cars had roll signs that said Desire. (Or Canal, or St. Charles, or whatever the route was.)

The play and movie were so famous that the city (or the transit authority) kept one line (St. Charles) as a tourist attraction. Later they added more lines, using new cars that looked like old ones. These have air-conditioning, which you really need in New Orleans.
 
Don't know if it's already been mentioned but the Choir. Lots of adultery and cheating possibilities, mixed with jealousies about who gets to sing the solo parts and such. And the choir master who hits on all the younger members. Soap opera drama!
 
Don't know if it's already been mentioned but the Choir. Lots of adultery and cheating possibilities, mixed with jealousies about who gets to sing the solo parts and such. And the choir master who hits on all the younger members. Soap opera drama!
I have posted a few variations on choir hijinks.

Hey- just thought of another - the sinher who can only hit that high note if she has just gargled plenty of semen...
 
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this Sunday is a bad day.

Maybe the church provides volunteer sex surrogates? I don't know... sorry...
 
I love the idea of the singer who can only hit the high note after gargling plenty of semen. The top 10 parishioners who tithe the highest percentage of their income get to provide in a holy cup prior to the service? Perhaps she is a very homely singer, but so highly valued by the church that other women are required to be fluffers for the contributing men?
as I started reading I thought you would be having a reward for the top ten tithers of semen.
 
My Senior Disability Dating thread got hijacked, like most of my revent threads, so I pick up my original theme here, sort of:

for the first Sunday since COVID, the Church is moving the post-service coffee time downstairs to the hall in the basement.
The problem is that Old Mr. Cratch can't do the stairs in his wheelchair.
The church desperately needs the millions he is leaving it in his will, so a burly firefighter in the congregation is conscripted to carry Mr. Cratch down the stairs. As they bounce along, the firefighter notices Mr. Cratch growing a rather impressive hard on...
 
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after a break for Labour Day, everyone arrives at Church extra horny...does the annual "we will never speak of this" orgy ensue?
 
My Senior Disability Dating thread got hijacked, like most of my revent threads, so I pick up my original theme here, sort of:

for the first Sunday since COVID, the Church is moving the post-service coffee time downstairs to the hall in the basement.
The problem is that Old Mr. Cratch can't do the stairs in his wheelchair.
The church desperately needs the millions he is leaving it in his will, so a burly firefighter in the congregation is conscripted to carry Mr. Cratch down the stairs. As they bounce along, the firefighter notices Mr. Cratch growing a rather impressive hard on...
how anout a pair of female paramedics that everybody at chuch assumes are a lesdian couple take a turn with <Mr. Cratch...
 
Of course, this one is a favorite. And SirHugs has grown tired of starting the Sunday thread, so I'll revisit it.

Religious grandmother is visiting the home of her daughter, who has married well. the two woman represent two generations of fertility goddesses who were teenage mothers. As a result, "grandma" is only forty-eight years old and looks a lot like Sophia Loren. She came to America from Italy as a baby. Spoiled and petulant, her eighteen year old grandson refuses to go to church, but grandma isn't having it. Not only will he go to church, he has a variety of other chores he'll need to do to satisfy his bodacious, heavily-accented grandmother's expectations for a young man.
tired? Me? No. just a bit under the weather this week.
So how about some stories where essential church people- pastor, soprano, orhgamnnist, the old caretaker wit the onl;y key, are ill. Shouls be lots of hilarity beyond chicken soup for the soprano's throat...
 
Speaking of tired... what if the ladies of the whoreship committee take turns waking the pastor up to make sure he is on time each Sunday?
 
In Canada it is Thanksgiving Sunday, a bad day for turkeys. But a good day for stories of the older guys passing out after dinner and awaking to find hilarity ensuing (involving them as unsuspecting participants? or that they watch, such as their wife going down on their step-Mom?).

Drumstick dildos anybody?
 
It is the Sunday after Thanksgiving, and the church is empty again. So empty that the Sunday school teacher has no kids to watch. Does she blow the organist? Or kneel hidden under the pulpit durung the sermon, trying to nreak the poastor's concentration with her mouth? Does a train get pulled? An orgy break out iin the choir loft?
 
Drumstick dildo is FABULOUS. OMG. Missed that one a week ago. Have to remember that one.

Sunday school teacher decides to use the free time (rare alone time for her - always giving of herself to others at home and at church) to pleasure herself behind her desk in the Sunday school room . Unfortunately, she’s caught in the middle of it, but by whom…?
the organist is punny. I like puns. But why is the organist in the basement during the service?
the caretaker makes more sense- our church now has a Syrian refugee (presumably Muslim) caretaker...
 
And we like the idea of the Sunday school teacher and the Syrian Muslim refugee caretaker…
Maybe the organist and choir come down to hang up their robes, and... well, the music director left taped music playing, so the lovers lost track of time...
 
Tis the Sunday before Halloween and costumes are a big deal.
this leads to a case of mistaken identity sex, but not seeing the mechanics.
 
Usual on "fall back" time change I would just have a pastor nd one or two others rhar emembered the new earlier time, leading to random match up sex.

Bur hopw about reverse it and have the whole congregation there but the minister slept in.

They send someone (who?) to wake the pastor up, leading to a sex scene with pastor (and their spouse in a threesome?). which ought to leave time for a parallel plot about sex among the waiting parishoners.But not clear how that gets triggered.
 
icy roads, so most folks stay home. Which means it is only a three car pile up outside the church. While one mixed set of the spouses deal with the police and tow company, the other three huddle in the backseat of the cop car for warmth. Three is a very tight squeeze...
 
icy roads, so most folks stay home. Which means it is only a three car pile up outside the church. While one mixed set of the spouses deal with the police and tow company, the other three huddle in the backseat of the cop car for warmth. Three is a very tight squeeze...
... and of course they don't bother reading the warning about the cameras watching them. :D
 
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