So, you're young, and you need guidance about sex, and they send you to a religious leader, who either thinks sex is a sin, or isn't supposed to have had any, ever. Sounds like a government program. Doesn't make much sense, does it? My take on an alternative. I hope you enjoy it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ah, small town life. It's everythi...
Jeremy had never had his clothes ripped off by three women. Here he was, on his honeymoon, in the bedroom of a pastor with his wife, the pastor's wife and a good friend. He watched as they undressed and joined him on the bed. "What will Pastor George say when he returns from the dropping Sandi off at the hotel and finds us all in his bed?" Jeremy asked Lou...
CHAPTER 16 Belinda spent that night at Liza's, who knew enough not to ask Belinda where she had been and who had enough empathy to know that Belinda's secret was hurting her terribly. Her friend's smile was tense, not as open and warm as Liza knew it to be. She knew it wouldn't help to pry, so she could only hope that her friend would come to her when she f...
Author's note: While this story and others I've been writing are true, the names have been changed to protect the guilty. * * * * * "Can I get you something for lunch, Pastor?" I stand at Doctor Ron Peterson's office door and give the tall blonde preacher a wide grin. Ron returns my smile and asks, "What about the others? Is there anyone else left in the...
"Amen." As I stepped back from the pulpit, I said, "You may be dismissed to worship or to leave. May the God of peace shine upon you this week." I walked off the platform, to my office. I was taking off my lapel microphone when my lovely wife swept in. Without saying a word she grabbed my belt on the left side of my waist and pulled me toward her as she tu...
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...
Just like that the service was over. Mary rudely pinched Agnes's arm to wake her from her daydream. "Get your head out of the clouds," she bit out, her face like an angry tomato, as they all walked out of the pew. Agnes felt a bit embarrassed as her panties were still soaked. She was afraid that it got onto the pews. It was so hot though people would think...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
"I'm glad you called to let me know you were going to be late last night, Tommy," Aunt Karen told the young man Monday morning while they ate breakfast. "That was so polite of you." She gave her daughter a rather stern glance as she said it. "Come on, Mom, don't start on that call if you're going to be late stuff already," Kim said, a pretty pout on her fac...
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...