Honey, I care so much about the cross, it's often warm and covered my juices and I can never forget the delights on the hours spent on the altar and in the confessional box - so cold, so tingling, so sinful, so forbidden, so right, so wrong, so forgive me God. My Priest uncles and my family preist did *smiles*

If I could lose my linear mind for a while and delve into the abstract, I could write a fictional story based some of my experiences. I could just write about the facts - they were erotic enough - I'm so glad we had the same RC upbringing and the same visions that planted those seeds of our later sexual fetishes - I'm glad I'm not the only one *smiles and skips with Nudist*