This is a fairly different story for Loving Wives, taken from a different perspective. There are no sex scenes in this story. It deals with the possible implications of confessing to an affair that had remained secret. I'm guessing that this will not be a high scorer, but take heart: at least it isn't long! Though this story references DeGarde, Louisiana, i...
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...
I could hardly believe what had happened in my counseling with Jean, but it had done wonders for my own self-esteem. When I got home I went straight to bed and slept all night without a pit stop. The next morning being Saturday I slept late, I didn’t get up until 6:30 AM. I got up and took a shower, thinking about the evening before and started my day excite...
My name is Ted Ashton and I am twenty-six years old. I am assistant pastor at what some of our detractors have called the richest church in northern Virginia. We are that, of course, but I don't like to describe us that way. It was a choice job offer that I got right after I received my Doctor of Theology degree. Unlike most assistant positions it paid wel...
Rob and I couldn't stop laughing as we ran across the car park of my Father's church, just getting revenge for years of humiliation gave me a feeling of elation. Rob drove me back to my unit and I invited him in. "I wish that I could have seen the look on his face when he realised what was happening. My only concern is for my Mum, she will be the one that he...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
Susanna Cox sat in the Sacred Heart waiting room with her legs crossed. It was a cool day, so she wore a plaid coat over her dress, yet her legs were in pantyhose and she wore black heels. Her purse was beside her and her coat open, revealing a blue skirt with matching blazer and white lace blouse with the top button open. She checked her face in her compact...
What's up, player? My name is Stephen. The Hijab Hunter. That's all I can tell you and as you read this story, you'll come to know why. I live in the Province of Ontario, Canada. I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent who led a pretty mundane life...until I became aware of a certain change deep within myself. My parents are staunch Catholics but I am a fir...
One of the bad things about depression is that it can sneak up on you and blindside you when you least expect it. Another bad thing is that you may not realize that you have it until your entire life is unraveling around you. Consider too that there are a lot of different kinds of depression: seasonal, manic, post-partum and more. My symptoms were not the c...
"Hello Father Nigel." I almost purred at the clergyman as he approaches me. It's just too much fun watching his face twist slightly in disgust when he sees me in my red suit. "Hell Asylum. I was beginning to believe you had finally moved on." For a man in his mid sixties Father Nigel Azi Jayes is certainly not lacking a spine. He locked his eyes with mine...