Tales of Hidden Passion in the naughties

Inside an abandoned church in the naughties, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me the naughties for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “the naughties, hail the naughties, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “the naughties, the naughties, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “the naughties” prayers.