Chapter 7 Trial Day 5 Your ideology is not how you can use your church to serve God, but how you can use God to serve your church. Janine emerged from the bedroom, bleary eyed and still half asleep to be greeted by freshly brewed coffee, toast and a choice of cereals. "Hmmm, this is nice. Thank you for last night, I just needed company, I'd almost forgott...
My name is Bill Rogers and I've just finished my senior year in high school. One of my classmates told me about a rest stop way out on the interstate where it's easy to get a blowjob. All you have to do is go in the men's room about ten at night and look to see if there's a guy combing his hair. If there is, you stand at the urinal and play with your dick an...
Earlier I stepped into the bathroom and put in a butt plug to help me get into the right mood. Feeling it shift around inside me when I sat down heightened my awareness of my own innards and turned my thoughts to hers. I tried to imagine what it was like to have someone thrusting away at my butt, sliding furiously in and out, driven beyond control just by be...
She always complained to my Mom that she was twenty pounds over weight and twenty years too old – my girlfriend's mother that is. Forty did sound old to me, but I liked her the way she was – big, really big boobs. The first time I saw her without a brassiere I thought it was an accident. Sunday I had walked over to her house to help move the lawnmower – I al...
"Almost ready Honey?" My room-mate Christie calls from outside my bedroom door. I pull the front of my top down a little to expose more of my pert creamy tits. My cherry nipples are clearly visible in my see-through top and flimsy bra. I touch up my lipstick a little and flick my red curls from my face. "Coming babe," I call over my shoulder and picking up...
Chapter 8 Trial Day 6 These people honour me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me. They worship me in vain; their teachings are but rules taught by men.' Isaiah 29:13, Mark 7:6-7 Cynthia Mayotte's death dominated the news media. Speculation was rife that there was a connection between her death and the case in progress. Much was made of the f...
Chapter 1 1980. A new decade. A few months, maybe a season, the fall, had come and gone since Clinton Street south of Houston had been busted twice and closed. Where once the diverse underbelly of junkies, the punks and suits, men and women, young and not so young, could line up a block over and wait their turn to dash across Clinton to the door they heard...
You are amazed at his length and girth and are somewhat staring with your mouth open. You start to drink her drink and Musa asks you: "Did you bring that for her?" "Oh yea, thanks! I did. Here honey, your drink..." "Mmm? She says. "Oh thanks!" and she takes the drink from you with her left hand while directing his long schlong with her right. She brings h...
The day had barely muttered grayly through the closed window, had barely whispered in the tunnel of her pink ear, had only rolled once to stretch its clouded back and try to dim the sun with ash-cover that would deny the hour, when she knew. She guessed by the still of the apartment, by the strength of her own breathing, by the lack of a certain damp warmth...
This is an addition to my Nathan and Cassy stories. The events in "Renewal" occur immediately after Cassy comes home from the clinic. Now is the time when Nathan and Cassy must figure out what parts of their life together they wish to keep and what must be discarded. Both know that there will have to be sweeping changes in the dynamic of their relationship....