In a small United States controlled province called Cascadian is a little known operated Christian University. It is called St. Decapolis. This university exists on a plantation that educates dedicated individuals who seek to fulfill lifelong goals of either becoming a minister, Servants of Dogma (the equivalence of a nun), or a missionary. The unique camp...
Pia war neu in der Stadt. Vor wenigen Tagen hatte sie ihre Studentenbude bezogen, eine kleine 2-Zimmer-Wohnung in einem Haus der Gründerzeit am Rande der City. Noch ein paar Wochen, dann würde die Uni beginnen. Pia kannte noch niemanden in der Stadt. In einer anderen Stadt aufgewachsen, fühlte sie sich keineswegs unwohl - es würde einfach ein paar Tage dauer...
"I hope you enjoyed your trip," said Mother Mary with a wicked grin. Teresa returned the grin. She'd spent a week visiting some of the far outposts where the Order of the Mount provided extra help. Naturally that had meant spending a few nights with an old friend of the Order. "Father Francis took good care of me," she replied to her boss. "That man sure k...
To my dear sister, We have set out for Uncle Yvun's mysterious ranch, and already, I begin to wonder. Jerrod, the stockman, really doesn't seem to like the natives here. Makes me wonder if Uncle Yvun's done something wrong. Jerrod assures me it's our legally bought land, though, and none of the natives have been in a hurry to accuse us of claimjumping, exac...
**All characters in the story are, as identified, 18 years old or above.** Emily could not believe she was wearing this bullshit outfit. Like some slutty costume, but it was for real. She never wore skirts, especially ones cut at the knees, or white dress shirts, or knee high socks. It was all Jamie's fucking fault. Jamie's parents had bragged to Emily's p...
A Date with the Devil PART ONE: THE WRIGGLING WRANGLER LUCIFER "So..." Rachel said, sitting across the table from me at the coffee shop patio, "you, Lucifer Beelzebub Satan, are in love with me, Rachel Christine Johnson." "Yeah," I sighed as I stirred my coffee, "I am." "How..." Rachel said as she searched the brimstone sky, hoping to find the words w...
Mother Superior, naked as the day she was born, walked over to the young nun and took her by the hand. "Now, Sister, it is your turn to take off your clothes." "But, but I can't," she shook her head in bewilderment. "I can't be naked in front of you, in front of Father." "How else will we be able to teach you the "pleasures of the flesh" unless you are na...
Meet Father James Nyondo, a thirty-something black man living in the town of Kibuli, not far from the City of Kampala, Uganda. In this small African country where priests and preachers from Europe have spent generations converting the locals to Christianity, becoming a priest or a preacher is a sign of high status. Father James Nyondo loves being a Catholic...
Ich bin die 39jährige Polizistin Sandra König; viele würden sagen daß ich bildhübsch bin, ich habe schwarze, gut schulterlange Haare die ich meist zu einem Pferdeschwanz zusammen gebunden habe, schwarze Augen, ein sehr hübsches Gesicht, eine Handvoll Brüste mit kleinen Nippeln und Vorhöfen, eine Wespentaille, einen knackigen Po und unheimlich lange, schlanke...
The TV was still blaring news about the sexual zombie attack downtown. Shelia figures we best gear up and go fight. "First, you two need to shower," Shelia said, looking at Heather and I, "but probably not together." Heather and I looked sidelong at each other rather sheepishly. My midsection was a sticky, shiny mess with a (finally) deflated cock. Heather...