K.L. Caley’s #writephoto: Plane.

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Plane – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a black and white aeroplane statue surrounded by colourful flowers.

It’s a saucy episode for Morgarna and the nuns I hope no one is offended? This is Part of K.L. Caley’s #writephoto Plane!

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Silently Morgarna turned and slipped back along the path to the Priory. As she left the woods and headed up the lawns towards the priory, she turned and made sure she was not been followed, and turning back toward the priory she scanned the windows to ensure no one was watching her.
She used Mother Superior’s keys to let herself in by a door half way along the building, she headed up the corridor towards Mother Agnes’s room.
Using Agnes’s keys again she let herself into the Mother Superior’s room.
Raising a hand she said ‘okay you can just listen no need for you to speak.” Lighting a cigarette and getting her flask of Bacardi and Coke out of her bag she offered Mother Agnes a drink. The nun shook her head but smiled an enquiring smile at this strange and wild woman!
Taking a drag of her cigarette Morgarna sat opposite Mother and related what she had seen. ” Now tell me sister are there male Carthusian brothers near here?”
Mother Agnes nodded her head,
” Do they want to join you here?”
Another nod from Mother Agnes.
“Okay I take it you are not in favour of this “
Agnes shook her head vehemently.
” Why” asked Morgarna handing Agnes parchment and quill. Sitting down Morgarna finished her cigarette and sipped her Bacardi while Mother Agnes wrote.
Agnes handed Morgarna her reply which Morgarna read.
The brothers are insisting that we vacate this Priory so they can move in, they say being men they take preference over us. It’s not fair Morgarna, we have been here fifty years since I was a young novice. The brothers were here before but they left to join a larger monrastery. Now some of them wish to return. ‘
Morgarna finished reading and put the parchment back on the desk.
“Right’ she said one of the Monks is putting an hallucinagenic powder into your food v
ia the mushrooms I saw a monk do this with my own eyes this evening. Morgarna didn’t need Agnes to write a reply it was actually written all over her face. “Now I have a plan said Morgarna, all I need you to do is not eat the vegetable stew the kitchen nuns have prepared! ” Mother Agnes nodded.


Morgarna joined the other nuns for the evening meal. It was delicious, and Morgarna had two helpings much to the other nuns horror, they were only allowed one helping but Morgarna was a guest after all.
After the meal was cleared away and the Nuns went to the chapel to recite Compline.
The powder was beginning to weave it’s magic the nuns were feeling the effects, there was a lot of giggling and throwing off of robes… The powder had quite an orgasmic effect on everyone.

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Morgarna was rather enjoying herself too, when she noticed a few monks dressed in the same Carthusian robes as the monk in the clearing entering the chapel.
Reluctantly she waved a hand across her forehead and instantly she was back to normal …” Humm” she muttered, I was enjoying that” taking a deep breath she headed for the chapel.


As she walked down the stone hallway towards the chapel she heard a lot of excited sounds… opening the door Morgarna was surprised by the scene that met her. It was a full blown orgy!
Morgarna toyed with the idea of whipping out her special mobile phone and taking some photos… Her better side won and she decided against it!
As she stepped over the entwined bodies some of the monks reached out to touch her….ignoring her pact with Merlin , ‘No magic unless unavailable’, she muttered a few incantations and all the monks penis’s shrunk and then disappeared. This caused so much consideration among the monks that the orgy came to an abrupt end.
Morgarna ignoring the loud protestations from the Monks, waved a hand over all the nuns , immediately they all put on their habits and filed out of the chapel and went to their cells and slept the sleep of the innocent.


Morgarna told the red faced monks to re-robe and follow her to Mother Superior’s room. Mother Agnes was rather surprised but not totally shocked. The monks revield that they were there without the knowledge of their Abbot who had no intention of returning to the priory. These monks were simply indulging their carnal instincts completely of their own volition and were drugging the nuns to get their own way.
Morgarna asked mother Agnes what she wanted to do.


So it was that just after midnight, eight redface and naked monks were banging on the Monastery door. Around their necks were plaques that said that they had been drugging the nuns at the priory and having their wicked way with them !


That afternoon Mother Agnes sent for Morgarna, she had received a message from the Abbot of the Carthusian Monastery. Saying thank you for returning his monks who had mysteriously returned as castrato something that was much needed in their choir.

Mother Agnes asked Morgarna what she had been up to? Morgarna winked and said “Mother I couldn’t possibly say! But they will be firing blanks and singing high for the rest of their lives! “
The nuns were all up early the next day though most of them were complaining of very odd dreams.


Before Morgarna left she popped a morning after pill in all the nuns porridge! As she strolled around the garden the Anomaly arrived and she jumped.

Plane – Image by KL Caley

Landing on a colourful flower bed under a black and white aeroplane statue Morgana spotted Merlin waiting for her in the BMW. ‘You’ve got a lot of crawling to do you shit if you don’t want to end up like those monks !”

Paling, Merlin replied “I have a night for you booked at the Ritz ” “No way” Morgarna replied, you can take me to Glastonbury! “

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