It is a good thing that Jeremy had completed the presentation he was preparing for the board of deacons, because when Angie came walking toward him with a clean shaven pussy, wearing nothing but a pair of high heel shoes, he knew what he was going to be doing for the next hour. He turned and started to fondle her tits, however, she said "I just came to see...
I've always wanted to tell this story. It's something I have wanted to share for a long time, but it was never safe to do so till now. This happened one hot summer Sunday afternoon in 1983. My parent's pastor was a burly, hulking man of 6'3" with a booming voice and a firm handshake. Each Sunday he thundered out dire warnings of God's coming wrath for sinn...
From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2008 1:28 pm Re: Investigation into Loving Church and Pastor Jonathan P. Enis Sheriff, Pursuant to your instructions I have compiled my report for the investigation into Loving Church and its longtime pastor Jonathan P. Enis. In conducting my investigation I worked diligently...
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...
Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. ****** I was putting the brown metal folding chairs into the corner of the church basement where they always went when I heard them. It was about an hour and a half after the service had ended and I thought everyone had left, including the pastor and all of my si...
Author's note: This is part of a long story. No part of it is intended to stand alone. I suggest starting with Part 1 In revising the whole story, I've corrected errors, but also filled in a lot. This has inevitably made it all even longer. My apologies to anyone who read it in the original form and now finds it changed for the worse. If you're looking m...
All of the characters in this work of fiction who engage in sexual activity or the consumption of alcohol are over the age of 21. This chapter contains (in no particular order) depictions of heterosexual sex, lesbian sex, interracial sex and masturbation. Although this chapter contains characters from The Happiest Day of Her Life, it is not necessary to re...
This story is actually the prequel to a story I wrote two years ago, "Sarah Liebowitz' Blog". In that earlier story, the Rev. Darren Brown provided some hints about his former employment. I hope you enjoy discovering the details as much as I did filling them in. * Janelle, the Fifth African Baptist Church of Savannah Georgia's receptionist, waved ta-ta to...
I'm starting to regret telling Pastor John that I didn't need extra help today organizing the items for our rummage sale. I had no idea we had this many donations in the storage room. Lucy, one of the girls from my youth group, is here helping me as punishment that her parents deemed appropriate for some altercation at school. She seems like a good girl, so...
Sitting at his kitchen table, the contents of the following Sunday's sermon slowly coming together on the legal pad in front of him, Pastor Calvin Grady was lost in his creative muse when he was visibly jarred back to reality by the sound of the doorbell. Pushing his burly body away from the table after placing a bookmark inside his trusty Bible, Calvin lum...