The nasty talk starting a dozen years after we were married—when we were at a church picnic no less. I was wearing a pair of jeans right out of the dryer, so they happened to be tight and clingy. My husband Carl told me he overheard two of his friends talking about how much they admired my rear end--only he used a three-letter word for it, a word he knew I d...
"Are you serious?" Michelle gasped. Michelle and Agnes worked side by side that next morning. She had told her friend about James's lustful advances though her reaction was less excited. They were taking a smoke break outside the diner by the dumpster sitting on old plastic lawn chairs that were older than they were. "What?" Agnes became defensive. "I'm j...
("Goodbye Sis, Hello Bro” is yet another true episode in the sexual story of my life. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past "sins" is part of my repentance.) "Goodbye Earl" by the Dixie Chicks made it big at the Country Music Awards. "Goodbye Sis" is my favorite tune. Kevin and I met online. We both frequented a certain erotic bulletin board. Soon frien...
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...
Over the next several weeks, Max and Brenda followed a similar routine. On Mondays and Wednesdays, when her children were at school and her husband at work, Brenda would put on a skimpy, sleeveless dress with high heels, tie her long blonde hair in a pony tail, and paint her face with lots of makeup and lipstick. Max told her he liked his suburban white wive...
Chapter 18 "The Lovers Get Counseling" We had made plans for a trip to Daytona for Biketoberfest. Neither Gladys nor Debra had ever been and I told them it was something they had to experience. We were also planning to go to the Halloween Party and Prohibition Kitchen Halloween night, so we were thinking of costumes. Debra and Gladys had decided we should...
You are roused from your tangled blankets at the crack of noon by the loud bang of your mother finally slamming your bedroom door open. You mutter something about five more minutes and she roughly yanks off your blanket. The cold rush of the air-conditioned air over your naked body reminds you that you are not wearing any pajamas. “Jake!” Your mother snaps,...
I'd like to thank my readers for their patience as I work on sequels to my chapter stories. Until then, here is a little something I hope you enjoy. I'm not usually a fan of switching perspectives, but I felt it worked well in this case. Thank you, and as always, feedback is appreciated. Miranda I can't believe it. My mother can be so infuriating... just s...
I was in college when my family started going to church for the first time. I'd grown up an atheist, maybe going to church with the grandparents the occasional Christmas and Easter. Then, suddenly, once I turned eighteen and moved out of the house to go to college across the country in California, my parents decided that my younger siblings ought to get some...
George Krest awoke to first the feeling, then the sound, of a pair of lips racing on his rigid cock, giving him a sloppy blow job. He didn't need to open his eyes to know the tongue begging cum from his balls was his foreign exchange daughter, Ava. Ava was the hottest little brunette to have come from Bohemia since the song from Queen, and she was above and...