For those of you who saw the first installment of Pastor Thomas' Last Friday, you know the circumstances that led to the lecherous abuse of a young girl who came to her father confessor for absolution of her sins. For the newcomers, I will only say that this miscreant does not represent any known religious order. Pastor Thomas is a degenerate cleric of my ow...
It wasn't the most exciting way to spend a Sunday afternoon, but it was something to do with her time. Laura was a widowed housewife with two children (boys twelve and ten years old). Her husband passed away a couple of years ago due to a tragic accident and she's been alone ever since taking care of the boys. The ensuing lawsuit and insurance settlement ens...
Author's Note: The following narrative is pure fiction. There is no connection between the church herein described and any known organized religious order. There is no such church as St. Benecine. The fact that I use certain vocabulary traditionally associated with various religions is purely coincidental and should not be taken as a slur against anyone's cu...
NOTE: We probably all know somebody a little bit like Emily Jeffers. That girl who wasn't that bright, but had all the goods. And because she wasn't so swift, guys took advantage of her naivety and easily convinced her into back seats, out of her panties, and plowed her like a fertile field — and then passed her on to their buddies. While this story is ficti...
Readers of the Pastor Sarah series will be glad to see Angie back in action. As Pastor George and Louise came down the steps they could smell the bacon cooking and had worked up quite an appetite. From the way they were smiling, you might think they were on their honeymoon. “Well those pictures will certainly be a hit on the next newsletter. Barbara said...
It was never my intention to go to live with Aunt Matilda and Aunt May, in New York state five hundred miles east of Arlsberg but when I was offered a place at Uni a short bus ride from their place that Dad suggested I should see if I could stay with them. Dad always referred to them as Aunt Matilda and Aunt May but actually Matilda is my dad's aunt and May...
A visit to the titty bar in the central United States can sometimes be an amusing adventure. One has to bear in mind that states such as Tennessee, Kansas, Oklahoma, Arkansas etc. are states firmly planted in the bible belt of the country. All of these places have a certain level of vises that the rest of the country has... including the aforementioned 'titt...
All characters are over eighteen. All people and places are fictional. ***** Mosquitoes buzzed outside as a young woman stuffed wadded-up pieces of toilet paper into holes in old window screens. Naked in the stifling humid heat, she slapped her hand against her neck, squishing a small splat of blood out of one of the infernal pests. "These little fuckers...
Chapter 1: Sunday mass Brenda Simmons was bored. It was a steamy Sunday afternoon in August, and she had the house to herself. Her husband, Brad, had been sent out of town on business for two weeks and their two kids, ages 6 and 4, were spending the week with their grandparents 90 miles away. Brenda made herself a light breakfast and thought about her day...
Lamont always had a big problem. Well, sometimes it was a problem but most of the times it was a blessing. At nineteen years old, he was 6 foot tall with smooth, dark brown skin, low cut black hair, a trimmed goatee and beard, and two hundred pounds of muscle from weightlifting and playing football. Lamont's problem was he had a hard time finding underwear...