	Divine Love



Sister Divine took her faith very seriously. The Lord God had given everything, His 
love, His dignity and His life, for His people and it was only right that she should give 
up everything for Him in return. And so she had chosen sisterhood in the Convent of 
the Blessed Mary, in the very ascetic order of the Damascene Nuns. Here there were 
no soft options in her dedication to her faith. Her possessions were left behind in the 
secular world beyond. Her hair was shaved off her head and off her body. And she 
was bereft of even the venal vanity of clothing. In this way, the Damascene sisters had 
nothing between themselves and the Love of the Jesus Christ. 

There was no privacy in the convent. She shared her bare cell with a single 
mattress and Sister Admonition, another nun who had abandoned the temptations of 
the Godless world beyond, along with her hair and clothes. Her days were spent, as 
were the days of all the nuns, in prayer and in the service of the convent, which 
required all its nuns to work so that the convent would be rewarded by the 
remuneration for their labours otherwise owed to the material world and which 
permitted the convent to continue to exist buoyed in Godly contemplation amidst the 
vice and corruption of the world outside. A world which Sister Divine was forever 
grateful to have left behind, despite her parents' lack of encouragement in their 
daughter's faith, to live in a world where everyone saw the wisdom of sacrificing both 
body and soul to the service of the Lord.

She shared the single thin cotton mattress in her cell with Sister Admonition 
with only linen sheets between them and the coolness of the convent's air. Although 
she loved Sister Admonition as one loved anyone who was equal in the eyes of the 
Lord, sometimes as she gazed at her dozing cellmate as the sun sunk beneath the 
horizon she was reminded of another love: one which she had forsworn. A love which 
she suppressed while regarding her cellmate's bare shoulder, her head resting on the 
thin bolster which supported their heads, a possession which neither were allowed to 
own exclusively as was only right in an order which forbade any material avarice. Sister 
Admonition was a delicate, pretty young thing, slim and pert-breasted like herself, but 
whose flesh was as forbidden to her as the pleasures of the touch of her own skin.

She wished only that Sister Admonition had as strict a regard for the privations 
of the order as herself.  So often in the night she would be awoken by her cellmate's 
soft moans as she stroked her crotch or nipples, perhaps unaware that Sister Divine 
might also have sleepless nights. This knowledge was not something that she would 
ever divulge to her cellmate. It was surely between Sister Admonition and the 
confessional whatever lustful thoughts she harboured, as her warm bare flesh lay so 
close beside her. 

Every morning, she and Sister Admonition would administer to each other the 
rites of purification as they shaved each other's pate and the hair of their crotches. 
Sister Divine felt a kind of aching pang as she removed the last trace of stubble from 
Sister Admonition's labia, most especially when she was aware that her cellmate 
looked down on her at her labours. And she hid as best she could the warm feeling 
emanating from within when Sister Admonition returned the favour and shaved clean 
her own vaginal folds. The sacred shrine of her sex was reserved only for the Lord and 
only He, should He so choose, would ever have the opportunity of penetrating her 
there, as He surely did the Virgin Mary on that fateful day before the Dawn of 
Christendom.

Sister Divine, however, became increasingly aware of Sister Admonition's 
looser interpretation of the sacred vows as her stay in the convent lengthened. Her 
days were spent mostly in prayer and work for the greater good of the convent. She 
worked on the design and maintenance of the convent's website - a pictureless site, 
devoid of all but the God's word, attempting to inspire in others a devotion to the 
Lord's Grace, and, incidentally, to attract donations towards the upkeep of the convent 
nestled as it was in the trees and fields of the countryside, where only the smell of the 
farmer's manure and the distant roar of the combine harvesters were there to remind 
the sisters of the secular world beyond.

One day, Sister Divine returned to her cell early, troubled by a headache which 
had been brought on by so many hours of concentration at the Holy Scriptures and the 
Arial font of the Website of the Convent of the Blessed Mary. She expected only to 
see the bare mattress where she could lie for an hour or so, unaided by paracetamol or 
other such forbidden drug (all drugs were forbidden). Instead she found the mattress 
was not empty, as she'd expected. There was Sister Admonition arm and leg tangled 
with those of Sister Adoration, two shaven heads close together, lit by the glancing 
rays of the sun through the narrow windows of the convent cell. She stood silently by 
the door as she became aware of a groaning and a panting coming from the two girls 
and aware also that their hands were slowly and tenderly caressing the crotch of 
the other. She hovered for a moment as her mind was filled with images of passion 
and damnation in equal measure, before deciding on discretion and escaping to the 
chapel where for an hour or so she knelt before the altar of the Lord Jesus Christ 
asking Him for forgiveness and leniency towards Sister Admonition and her own 
sinful thoughts.

These last did not abandon her. Their malevolent presence was not helped by 
Sister Admonition's increasing boldness. Clearly, having bitten into the accursed Fruit 
of Knowledge, rather than repent she yearned for more. Sister Divine thought again 
and again of her secret encounter as she shaved her cellmate's crotch and head, the 
razor blade sliding over the shaving gel and removing that persistent stubble that the 
Lord had chosen to replenish each day. And as she lay on her back, facing the window 
of her cell, as the moon crept achingly slowly across the sky and her cell-mate dozed 
with none of the nightmares of remorse that plagued Sister Divine, despite her prayers 
to the contrary. In fact, Sister Admonition's sleep did not seem to be troubled in even 
the smallest regard.

One morning, she awoke from an especially deep and blissful sleep to find 
Sister Admonition's arms around her; legs tangled together, her warm cheek resting 
on her shoulder. The feeling was so delightful that it filled Sister Divine with terror. 
The following day was spent mostly in silent meditation and contemplation, as she 
asked the Lord for guidance for the torment that this unnatural emotion had aroused in 
her.

However, Sister Divine chose to ignore any of the small tendernesses that 
Sister Admonition increasingly expressed towards her. The slight lingering of her 
palm over her shaved crotch, the chin resting so much more frequently on her 
shoulder, the glances she observed between Sister Admonition and not one, but 
several, of the other nuns. She made no comment on those nights when she awoke 
many hours before matins to find herself alone on the mattress and Sister Admonition 
elsewhere, perhaps with one of those nuns whose glances had been so obviously 
reciprocal to those of her cellmate's. She chose instead to bury herself deeper in the 
Holy Scriptures and in lengthy prayer, whenever time permitted.

There were only a few places in the convent that the nuns met each other in 
their daily routine. One such place, of course, was in the chapel, where they would 
bow in prayer or intone in Latin the sacred texts that the Lord had been so kind to 
bequeath His unworthy subjects. Another place was the convent mess-room, where 
there would be a large twice-daily gathering of naked, shaved flesh, heads bent down 
in prayer before partaking of the meagre meals that the convent allowed the sisters. It 
was only here and, of course, in their cells or at work (if it were possible) that the nuns 
could ever talk to each other. 

Sometimes Sister Divine would contemplate the friendships that were known 
to the secular world and, of course, the sexual relationships sanctioned only by 
marriage. Had she sacrificed more than she should for her devotion to the Lord? 
Perhaps Sister Admonition's apparent contentment in her freer associations with the 
other sisters was a message to Sister Divine that her own commitment to the order 
was insufficiently deep. Thoughts such as these, however, were enough to drive her to 
greater contemplation and prayer.

One day at lunch, as she bent over the vegetable stew that the Lord had 
bestowed on her she saw that she was sitting opposite a new sister whom she'd not 
seen before. Like herself, she wore no clothes, and her head and, no doubt, her crotch 
were shaved. Unlike Sister Divine, or indeed any of the other nuns, she was black-
skinned. A sight rare enough in the town where Sister Divine had led her life before 
surrendering herself to the Lord, but previously totally unknown in the convent. 
Although she knew that all God's creation, of whatever hue or colour, were as one in 
the Lord's eyes and that she should view not one of them as different from another, 
she found it very difficult to remove her eyes from the new nun's very dark skin, the 
long slender arms, the proud light brown aureole nipples on the darker fuller flesh of 
her breasts, the long slender neck and the thick lips through which, so delightfully, 
shone a set of strong white teeth. That long arching neck culminating in the round 
shaven pate. Those luscious long eyelashes that intermittently obscured the piercing 
cornea of her sparkling white eyes. So this is what a black woman is like, thought 
Sister Divine. So wondrous and varied are the Lord's creation!

Like Sister Divine, Sister Love, as this black nun was known, had been a 
software engineer before she chose the Way and the Path of the Lord. Her own 
Damascene conversion that persuaded her to make such a step was brought about 
when she reflected on the trivial nature of her professional work and how the fruit of 
her labour was costing others the wages of the labour it replaced. Consequently, like 
Sister Divine, she too was chosen by the Mother Superior to work on the convent's 
Website together with Sister Divine and Sister Litany in the convent's office. 

Sister Divine and Sister Litany rarely spoke to each other during the day. Her 
colleague was a plump woman with a face much like a bulldog and with harsh, 
nobbled hands. Never would Sister Divine have ever been tempted from the Word of 
the Lord by her colleague's charms, although she did her best to hide her distaste for 
the nun's shapelessness and plainness by reflecting that the Lord created all men and 
women in His image. However, it was difficult to be as indifferent to Sister Love who 
in addition to her fleshly beauty was blessed with a beauty of character, which beamed 
in an aura of kindness and generosity that came naturally from within her and needed 
none of the Lord's Good Word to be coaxed to the surface.

Sister Divine and Sister Love worked well together. They shared a light sense 
of humour and found in each other's company the extra incentive to work that much 
better in spreading the convent's message of the beneficence of the Lord. Sister 
Divine truly looked forward to each day in the office where she could share again in 
her sister's smiles and, more guiltily, to admire her body. She wasn't sure, but she felt 
that this admiration was reciprocated. The odd brush of Sister Love's dark skin 
against her own when they sat next to each other gave her a frisson she carried away 
with her for many days later. She would often look across the desk at Sister Love, chin 
resting in hand, her bald pate and proud breasts so beautiful, so arousing, so tempting 
and so close. It was all she could do, as she nestled by Sister Admonition's bare body 
on the mattress to keep her fingers from her crotch, which burnt so much with desire.

One week, Sister Litany was ill and had to be confined to her bed. Sister Love 
and Sister Divine visited her and prayed for her good health, promising to carry out 
her duties in her absence, but, in Sister Divine's case, secretly glad that her sulking 
brooding presence was absent for a while. And indeed, the atmosphere was so much 
lighter and cheerful when the two nuns returned to their work: the office echoing with 
their cheerful laughter.

"Oh! Sister Love!" shrieked Sister Divine after her companion had shared an 
observation. "You're so witty! Surely the Mother Superior would never contemplate 
such things."

"I'm sure she wouldn't," agreed Sister Love, absentmindedly running her hand 
down the back of her neck and onto her breast. Sister Divine, sitting right next to her 
blushed as a spasm of desire ran through her. Sister Love noticed her deep redness.

"Oh. Sister. What is it?" she asked placing a comforting hand on Sister 
Divine's arm.

"Sister Love. Sister Love. I don't know," she confessed, bowing her head. "It's 
just that when I'm with you, I have these thoughts ... They're wrong, I know. But they 
come to me. You're so very beautiful."

"And you too!" agreed Sister Love, who suddenly took Sister Divine by the 
back of her neck and pulled her face towards her, and placed her thick warm lips 
against Sister Divine's own. The nun was suddenly filled with doubt, fear, terror and 
desire. 

She pulled herself off. And then pushed herself back on. And then back off. 
Her hands hovering over Sister Love's perk and lively nipples. She allowed a hand to 
fall onto one, feeling in a moment such heat and warmth and softness. And then 
pulled it away. And then compelled onto it again. She pressed against Sister Love, lips 
on lips, hand on breast, while Sister Love's hand wandered over her sister's pale 
freckled skin.

"Oh! Sister Love! Sister Love! This is wrong. This is so wrong!" she 
exclaimed.

"It doesn't feel wrong to me," retorted Sister Love, pulling Sister Divine's 
bare body hard against her chest.

The two nuns clung to each other, uncertain as to how to continue. Sister 
Divine truly had no idea at all, and Sister Love seemed fairly unsure herself. Neither 
nun had had much exposure to the images and films that instruct most people outside 
the convent walls. Sister Love's arms were around Sister Divine's back, her bald pate 
resting on the other nun's shoulder. Sister Divine closed her eyes tight, smelling deep 
the rich odour of her companion's warm, slightly feverish body, her own hands 
guiltily clutching the rounded orbs of Sister Love's buttocks.

And all the while, her black companion's hands were caressing and stroking 
her thighs and arms, gasping with a passion that Sister Divine could feel in her own 
self. Inevitably, their mouths sought out the other again, and their lips, tongues and 
teeth clashed again: liquid heaven as Sister Divine could taste the salty saliva and 
metallic fillings in Sister Love's mouth. And where were those long black fingers 
probing but higher up Sister Divine's thighs to the hot warmth burning between her 
legs?

"Oh! Sister! Sister! What shall we do?" she asked her black lover.

"I don't know. I really don't know! I've never touched anyone in this way 
before. Perhaps we should retire to your room?"

"Yes. Yes. We must. We really must."

It was agony keeping their hands apart as the two nuns left the office and 
strode side by side along the corridors and up the winding stairs that led eventually to 
Sister Divine's room. She was terrified that other sisters would see them together and 
ask why they were not still in the office. Perhaps they would see the hot flush of 
passion that burned across Sister Divine's cheeks, forehead and breast. She half-
formed the lie that they were going to see Sister Litany in her cell. But then what if 
their bluff was called?

Mercifully, the only nuns they passed were far too preoccupied in their own 
duties to spare the time to ask the girls such idle questions, and soon enough Sister 
Divine pushed open the door to her cell where the empty mattress had rarely seemed 
so welcoming. The door was barely closed behind Sister Lover, and the two nuns were 
on the mattress, clasped and pressed to each other, clumsily following the motions 
dictated by their lust. There was urgency in their passion. A drive to go further. But to 
where? To what end? Just to be together?

Their legs entwined the other's legs, their arms pulled the other's bare breasts 
and hard nipples against their own, their mouths locked onto the other. Sweat and the 
strangest, richest odours emanated from their skin. What was that smell? So strong. 
So raw. So right. And the sloshy liquid oozing wetness from between the legs, coming 
not only from Sister Divine's crotch but pressing damply against a moist passionate 
outflowing from Sister Love. Their hands and fingers trailed down each other's back 
and along the back of each other's the thighs, and then sought in the other the heat and 
yearning that ached from within. So urgent. So demanding. So much in need. Was this 
how love was? Why had she saved herself for so long?

As her fingers eased open the sticky black folds of her lover's vulva, it was 
Sister Love who expressed her concern. "Is this right? Should we go so far? Are we 
not sworn to Jesus Christ Almighty and Him alone?"

Sister Divine almost let loose a profanity and cursed herself for her 
godlessness. Don't mention it now. Not now! Not while it was so perfect. But idle 
sophistry saved her passion. "It is men we have forsworn. Not each other."

Sister Love nodded, clearly unconvinced, but Sister Divine could feel her 
fingers slide so smoothly along the length of her vulva, slide down almost inside, 
touching the tender burning folds of her inward desire, brushing against the hardness 
of her clitoris, sending her into a fervent torrent of greater desire. Their mouths met 
again, their tongues deeper inside the other: brushing over the molars, perhaps almost 
to the tonsils, two hot fleshy probes sloshing against each other. And Sister Divine 
couldn't resist bringing her forefinger and thumb together on one of her black lover's 
nipples and squeezing it. So hard and firm! And such delightful crenulations!

She bent her head down, arching her whole body, while her fingers and Sister 
Love's continued to stroke and pinch and squeeze the other's crotch, and took the 
hard, fleshy dark nipple in between her lips. Such a perfect match. Lips and nipples 
together. Her tongue circled its lumpy aureole and eased into the deep indentation at 
the peak. Such a salty sweet taste! Why had no one told her that a body could taste so 
good?

And all the while, she could feel her buttocks tremble, and her hips press 
backwards and forwards against her lover's flesh. Hot slippery sweat lubricated their 
bodies, letting them slide so easily together. Their fingers, tongues, lips explored the 
crevices of each other's ears, the distinct moles on their stomachs, the short hairs of 
each other's eyebrows, the long sinuous smoothness of the other's neck. And 
sometimes Sister Divine, and sometimes Sister Love, would take one or other of her 
lover's breasts and lick and fondle and nibble and tease those nipples, those round 
contours, those perfect details, admired so often from a distance and now enjoyed 
more closely than either had ever thought possible.

"There are other places your tongues can go, you know." 

Where did that familiar voice come from? Sister Divine started and looked 
over her shoulder to see Sister Admonition standing above them: a wicked smile 
flashing across her face. 

"What did you say?" Sister Divine asked, less out of curiosity than from a 
need to gather her wits about her.

" I said: there are other places your tongues can go," her cellmate repeated. 
She knelt down on the mattress, her arms spread on either side of the two girls' 
entangled legs. "Places so sweet and gorgeous, you wouldn't believe! Here, let me 
show you."

"What do you mean, sister?" asked Sister Divine.

"Between the legs. Don't you want to taste the very cradle of your desire?"

Sister Admonition stretched out her hand and placed it softly on Sister 
Divine's thigh dangerously close to her streaming vagina. She opened her mouth and 
let her tongue drop out. Sister Divine blushed, and in her shame at being discovered 
she absurdly grasped the sheet and pulled it over her breast while retracting her legs 
towards her stomach. 

"Sister Admonition. You can't. It's not right. It's not how it should be."

"Are you saying that what you two are doing is right? Come on, my dear, my 
love, my sweetest. You know you'd enjoy it. You've loved me from a distance for so 
long. As I have you. And now, together with your beautiful lover, we can learn from 
each other."

"Is this what you do with your friends?"

"That and more. Three, four of us. Bodies together. The ecstasy. The pleasure. 
The passion. You just can't believe."

It was Sister Love who spoke for the two of us. "I'm sorry, sister. But what 
you do and what you want to do is not for us. Love is too precious to squander. The 
Lord sanctions love but He does not sanction perversity."

"If what two women do together when they make love is not perverse, what 
is?"

"It may not be the holy state of matrimony, but I am sure the Lord in His 
mercy respects love when it is sincerely felt. What you desire is not love but 
something else. Be gone and pray to your Maker that He may forgive you for your sins 
of the heart. Sister Divine and I are as one in our love for each other. And we want 
nothing more than that."

Sister Admonition stayed on her knees but she bent back. "Come on, Sister 
Divine. Do you agree with your black lover? Surely once one has strayed a little, it is a 
but a small matter to stray yet further."

Sister Divine sighed. "Sister Admonition. It is true. I have often loved you too 
much with my heart. And too often I have prayed for forgiveness. But I know that 
what Sister Love and I feel for each other is not bestial love, but something purer. 
Something that I am sure the Lord God understands."

Sister Admonition stood up, with a pitiable expression of disappointment. "So 
that is how it is to be. It will be difficult now for us to share our cell together, I have 
not told you before but it was lust for you that drove me into the arms of other women. 
And now our truths are exposed, we cannot continue to share the same cell. However, 
I have an excellent understanding with your lover's cellmate, Sister Devotion, and I 
am quite happy to exchange cells with Sister Love."

Sister Divine clung to Sister Love, tears sliding through her eyelids and onto 
her lover's breast. "I didn't know that you loved me. I wish it were different. But I am 
happy now. Please may the Lord be with you."

Her cellmate frowned. "And may He be with you. You may think me 
'perverse', but I still love the Lord and will continue to do Him service. But please 
understand me when I say that I believe that the Lord sanctions more in His creation 
that just the love of one person for another."

Sister Divine could see that her cellmate's disappointment and regret was 
genuine. There was dampness in the eyes that she recognised in her own. But she was 
nonetheless relieved when Sister Admonition picked up her few things and left her to 
her own love. The door closed behind her erstwhile cellmate, and the two nuns lay 
together, their bodies cooler, and the sweat oppressive on their chest and backs.

Sister Love took her lover's shaven head in her hands and pressed it onto her 
breast where she could feel their softness and also the hard thump thump of her heart. 
Sister Divine trailed her arms around her black lover's waist and softly wept.

"I do love you so much!" Sister Divine said more towards her lover's proud 
nipples than to her full and dark lips or sensuous sparkling eyes.

"And I you," Sister Love replied. She ran her fingers slowly, but purposefully 
down her lover's stomach, brushed her navel and stroked the dark stubble above her 
crotch. Sister Divine gasped as a strange tremor of pleasure sprang from just below.

"I want only you. No one else."

Sister Love smiled. "My love for you is at least as great. But come now, sister, 
shall we see just what this pleasure is that Sister Admonition recommended for us."

With that she eased herself out of Sister Divine's grasp and slowly but 
decisively moved her body around so that her face was just above her lover's crotch. 
She grinned as she looked up at her fellow nun over the mounds of her breasts and the 
long valley of her slim stomach. "For what we are about to receive may the Lord make 
us truly grateful."

 







 








