"As a reminder, the church's summer picnic and soccer game will take place at Goodacre Park at 3 pm tomorrow," said Pastor Samson with a smile. "And now, I have one more very special announcement to make." I shifted with anticipation in my pew, knowing what was to come next, but still a little nervous. Pastor Samson was the best-looking pastor we'd ever had...
Notes: This is the third part of a five part series called SUMMER SINS. Each part has 'Purple' in the title. It takes place three weeks after the 'Green' stories of Summer Secrets. You don't necessarily need to read Blue or Green to enjoy Purple, though if you do enjoy it, you might want to go back to the beginning. Summer Sins features sexual situat...
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...
Being a pastor has always had its own unique occupational hazards. Job security is virtually non-existent because a pastoral appointment can be terminated at the whim of the church board. And even though most contracts require a 30-day advance notice of termination, I've known men who were told on a Sunday that their services would no longer be needed, and t...
Brooke drove her Volkswagen carefully through the industrial estate, her wipers on full as the rain continued to pour from the ink black sky above. Puddles merged across the road as the drains struggled to clear the surface water from the tarmac ahead. Her sat-nav advised that the road was finally coming to an end and she knew that the freeway would be just...
Chapter 2: Brazil Kevin arrived in Rio in the afternoon a day before he had to meet with his Brazilian business partners so he could take in some of the sights. His hotel was right on Copacabana beach, so he figured he'd start by taking a walk on the beach. As he strolled down the beach he was amazed by all the hot women wearing thongs showing off their t...
This is where you are. From here you can edit your options and profile and well, basically change your life. The woman in front of you in line has dropped her change and has bent over to pick up each and every penny while you stand gazing down at the whale tale of a thong as it wedges itself deeper between her two firm buttocks. You look to the right and to...
A deleted profile, a shot in the dark meeting, Sunday. Things, few things, these kinds of things are what led Abigail down a path she hadn't predicted. One that had her exposing herself to men publicly. And more, far more. It all started that Sunday, church with her parents and grandparents. The pastor kept glancing at her thighs in her pastel blue summer...
Pastor B.H. Eaton was the much loved shepherd of his flock at Normanhurst Baptist Church. Normanhurst Baptist was not a wealthy congregation but composed of a cross-section of steelworkers and other blue collar workers. The forty-two-year-old redheaded Scotsman had endeared himself to his fold, both young and old. Eaton did not limit his ministry to Sunda...
Sheila and I had been secret lovers for several months, stealing glances at church and Bible study until we could be alone in her house a few times a week. No one suspected that the pastor's wife was getting off with a woman from the congregation. We knew what we were doing was wrong, but our relationship made us each feel whole, so we justified our affair a...