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...
Tommy's Uncle Dave was away on a sales trip and Kim hadn't gotten home from college yet, so the young man and his aunt were going to be alone until Sunday night. At breakfast Saturday morning, his aunt asked the young man if he'd mind mowing the lawn. Tommy, glad for something to do, happily acceded. "I have some things to do at church," his aunt told him...
The souls of exceptionally wicked men are made to endure a special Rite of Passage in Hell and those who succeed, they get to become Demons. In mortal life, I was Baler, the right-hand man of His Highness the Great Aku, an ancient king who ruled over the Basaa people in what is today called Cameroon. In my time, I was a particularly brutal warlord. I was bor...
John stared straight ahead. An hour had passed since the movie ended. The grumbling in his stomach snapped him out of his trance. John looked at his watch. It was seven o'clock. 'What was she thinking? That was definitely before we got married. Why didn't Pamela... or Sierra... or whatever her name is, tell me? What do I do now?' John rubbed his throbbing h...
Penny sat at the organ that Sunday morning, the hard bench pressing against her bottom. Her legs were crossed, her top leg wiggling ever so slightly. She tingled from her anus to her clitoris, and her nipples were still sensitive from Gary's vise-like fingers, applied the night before. She heard the porcine minister announce his sermon title: All have sinned...
Chapter 2: 1st Church or is it Hell This story continues describing the life of Pastor Sarah in her new church. Sarah was looking forward to getting to know Frank and Margaret on a more intimate basis, and if she had read the vibes correctly that would not be too hard to do. Several times throughout the day, at their pool and during dinner, they had manage...
I see her here every Sunday, sitting down wearing her tight jeans, her form fitting blouse cut just below the neck showing her perfect 19 year old body, her eyes never leaving the preacher. I know I shouldn't have these thoughts during the sermon, but the way her full lips press together and her chest heaves with every breath makes it hard to focus on what's...
Man, every time I ran into her, the song "She's So High Above Me" starts in my head. I hope I'm not going crazy or anything. My name is Jalil Akbar. For most of my life, I've seen myself as the son of two worlds. My father Mohammed Abdul Akbar was born and raised in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. And my mother Aisha Tabaan hails from the great nation of Somali...
For the next four or five days I managed to stay away from my sewing room anytime when Peter might be home. I was even recovering a little until one hot August afternoon my virile neighbor caught me working in the yard. All I had on was a T-shirt and a pair of jogging shorts, the gym class kind with the short loose legs and elastic at the waist. My only unde...
If you want to find out more about Shannon Boyle and her many exploits, she and her buddy Gina feature in many of my stories: How to Be A Good Mentor, Chats in the Stairwell, The Norwegian Made Me Do It, Dylan Gets Luckier... just to name a few. Though, of course, this story stands alone. Enjoy! * * * I was still twitching my new bra into shape as I made...