When I posted the first part of this story I fully expected a barrage of indignant comments about my religious viewpoint. But none appeared. Could it be that those who would normally emerge from wherever to criticise me did not read beyond the opening statement, choosing instead to write it off as blasphemy? Or could it be that they could find no answer othe...
The conclusion to the story. Friday Morning Nathan's parents would not give him any more details about what was going to happen at school or church, and he dreaded what would happen. After Pastor Stephens' outburst in front of everybody, Nathan knew that his chances of just quietly making it to graduation were slim, at best. He parked in his usual spot an...
OK, as a black man, I grew up going to church every week. My grandma would have us in there every day. But unlike most men, I kept going. It soothes me. But I only go to multicultural churches. Black churches last too long. You are home eating dinner while the Black Church is still picking up yet another offering. At any rate, I go to church, I even go to...
If I was a swearing person I would be forgiven for saying 'the bastard has betrayed me again!' but I don't swear, although under the circumstances I just might take it up. The reason for this came about after I'd put my reputation on the line to save my father, Pastor William Williams (name courtesy of his Welsh heritage) from the scandal involving his appe...
Chapter 57 "These sessions are going nowhere!" he raged suddenly, standing up and walking to the window. "Jack," Sy said patiently. "These things take time." Jack had been on his sabbatical now for three weeks. He was still no further along that he was when he got here. He was still dreaming of her...sexually. He was still seeing her daily. "Sy," Jac...
Ruth Cavanaugh was heavenly. She had an hourglass figure crowned with long thick red hair that cascaded to just below her shoulder blades. Her clear white skin was soft and radiant. Her small Irish nose was dappled with just the right number of freckles and her brown eyes smiled and twinkled with mischief. Her narrow waist emphasized the roundness of her hip...
What kind of Christian man wants to get fucked by a woman wielding a strap-on dildo? Certainly not someone like myself, Jean-Pierre Fontaine. At least that's what I told myself until someone forced me to confront the truth. Growing up in a deeply conservative Christian household, sex was always a forbidden topic. Small wonder that I grew up to be a porn-addi...
I'm a Church of England vicar's wife. Though I'm married to a priest I'm every bit as interested in sex as any other woman in her mid thirties is. But in my role I've always got to be the so innocent respectable wife. Unlike other young women I can't wear my skirts as high up my thighs as I'd like, or wear tight curve clinging tops that show off my tits. I w...
"And that was how Janice ended up with a donkey dick up her ass." "GODDAMIT, CHOLLIE!! STOP PLAYIN' 'ROUND WID' IT!! PUT IT IN!!" Miriam Thompkins was too through with Charles Nelson Leone. He was toying with her pussy from behind using the tip of his cock when, by her reckoning, he ought to have been using it as a ramrod. The two of them had sneaked u...
It's nine o'clock and I finally come home. Who am I? The name is Stephen Saint Jean. A tall, good-looking black stud of Haitian descent. Twenty two years old. Currently a student at the Virginia Military Institute. I'm studying Criminal Justice. One of these days, I might join the United States Army as an Officer or join the Virginia State Police Force. I'm...