She looked into the mirror and smiled. The mirror was tall as she was so that she could see herself fully in it. She looked beautiful that day. Why shouldn't she? All brides look beautiful on their wedding day. Her dress was of the purest white with a bell hoop skirt that came out from her waist and slowly went down to the floor in a bell shape. The top slow...
This story combines spirituality and eroticism. If that combination bothers you, skip this one. It's fiction, and no real people or places are depicted. Thanks for checking out my stories. ------------- It was Springtime. A postcard perfect Sunday morning. The voices of a small choir drifted out of the open windows of a small wood-frame church and mixed wi...
On a summer evening, when the sun seemed to hang low in the sky for what seemed years, A women pulls a chair out on the porch and takes a seat to catch the evening breeze. The last of the reddish yellow hues loosing themselves to the increasing grey black of night, with few clouds in the sky the stars begin to make their appearance one at a time. The woman s...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. *** Titsville was a small town established in the late 1950s, it was relatively a new town than the surrounding ones, so it had a small population. But the small population was a closed group of deeply religious people, ever since the church was made, Sunday school Bible study was a norm. And children aged 15-18 atten...
My name is Steve, and I have the model life. I have a gorgeous wife, Katie, who I will describe more later, because it's an important part of my story. I have a smart and handsome son, Simon. I go to church on Sundays, and our congregation is led by a wise and spiritual man we all just call The Pastor, and he has been so much more than a priest in my life. H...
READER ALERTS... without giving the whole story up let me just explain that this story could go into at least 7 categories; Interracial, Fetish, Loving Wives, Mature, Exhibitionist, Anal, Erotic Couplings. It's a sequel to "Daughter of the Pastor" and the sequel to that one with the tag "Mother" added to that one. Please look at the story tags attached to...
Hi my name is Ty that's short for Tyrone. I stand at 6 foot 608 345 pounds. I'm a black man who from the age of 20 in 1992 was sent to prison for rape that he did not commit. 25 years after going to prison I received a visitor one day young man in his 20s with brown hair. The young man: You must be Tyronne Jackson? Me: Yes I am. But who are you? The Youn...
I am one of these people that has never had any luck with men. When I was in high school I never had a date for the prom, in fact, I was never asked for a date at all. I suppose I never learned how to use make up like most girls. It was always too much trouble to put on and I felt it wouldn't help me that much anyway. I am 5" 7" and admit I do have a weight...
It was Don Taylor's last day before he began his family leave, and it couldn't end soon enough. It seemed that every time he turned around, his boss and good friend Jason Blackwell was giving him, 'Just one more thing.' He had the program installed into his office computer and the computer at home to allow him access to his work files should he need them, an...
In the Church of Divine Rapture, every woman was kept pregnant by every man. The church community was dedicated to family and child bearing, yes, but equally to the sacrament of sexual intercourse. The ritual of orgasm brought true believers into the presence of God. The Church was built in the center of a commune in the middle of an oasis created by the cl...