Although this story is all about sex, and love, there are only a few graphic scenes in it, so just be warned. Also, this story is critical of religion, so if that is going to offend you, I suggest reading something else. But remember, it is just a story. Thursday Afternoon. A Suburban Subdivision Nathan was panting and his heart was beating faster than...
This is the first chapter of what will be a novel-length tale. Several chapters are already written, and the entire novel has been outlined. It will be finished. I'm guessing that chapters will be published every 2-4 weeks. I've published here at Lit before, and that has previously been my pattern. I've never left a novel unfinished. Most chapters will be lo...
Chapter 03: the Wolf Pack Motion out of the corner of father Austin's eyes caught his attention and he looked up from the board he was holding, causing an eruption of swearing from the town's carpenter. "That will be ten Hail Mary's for you," replied the priest without turning. Two figures were approaching the little town of Northchester from the southwest,...
We moved from Utah to the Oregon Coast. We wanted to leave rigid lifestyle behind and discover what might be out there before we were too old. We were both raised in the LDS (Mormon) Church. Being Mormon is truly being a "peculiar people" in the world. Among other items of church dogma it is true that the actively engaged members do not drink alcohol. The...
Preacher Man, I know whatcha' do. I KNOW whatcha' do late at night. I SEE whatcha' do, old Preacher Man. You don't see me, neither does she. I am there. I am in church late at night. So very late at night. Too late for good boys and girls to be out. I am there. You take her to play. You take her TO church late at night. You take her IN church late at night....
In the car, he patted Marcie's bare knee. When he put the car in gear and drove away from the house, she reached across and rubbed his penis. He shook his head, certain that for what he was about to do he was going to hell. Marcie walked ahead of him into his apartment when he opened the door. Oliver held his breath. His heart was in his throat. What was he...
She liked to get to church early. Rose was a sweet girl, the kind you'd take home to meet Mom without a second's hesitation -- smart, funny, a girl you'd take to a social gathering and everyone would ask where you've been hiding her. Of course, those are all good things, but being a shallow pig, I need to mention that she's gorgeous. Long, soft hair. Dark...
Hi all! I wrote this a while ago, and thought it would be a nice intellectual accompaniment to my latest audio, "Forgive me, Father." Hugs, Josie -------------------------------------- A Sociological Treatise on the Patriarchy of the Roman Catholic Church Or How My Faith Made Me a Masochist There is no denying that the Catholic church is the most ero...
*** Lynne was getting along great with his mother. She loved teasing him about how his mother loved her. He was getting jealous. She and Linda spent long times talking on the phone when she called for Leif. Linda would give her gardening tips. She'd send his mom pictures to show how her garden was doing. His mom was really looking forward to their visit no...
Chapter 3: Preacher's Son The story you are about to read is true. All events and behavior are faithful accounts of past occurrences, although names have been altered to protect my ass and keep me out of court. Writer's license and humble discretion have been utilized where and when I felt it necessary to avoid embarrassment or legal action. * * * * * The...