This is a fantasy as are most of my stories. As I mentioned in my blog I take a real life experience that may or may not have had sex involved in it and I add fantasy to it. This story was written from pure fantasy.
Sarah thinks she's confessing her incestuous fantasies to a stranger, unaware her own father is listening behind the screen, hardened by every word. Driven to the brink by her filth, Father Thomas decides that prayers won't save her soul. She needs a physical absolution only he can deliver. And the only path to purity is through total, painful submission.
Alessandro, a small, beautiful-bodied, fourteen-year-old boy with a heavenly soprano singing voice, feels he lacks life and feeling in a Tuscan village from his widowed father, absent on weekends and drunk most of the time, and the strict, nonpersonal control by choir masters. His response on Saturdays is to seek the attention of men. From the village baker, to the region's aristocratic count, to a hunky young farmer, Alessandro manages to find the attention he thinks he needs.