(I hope you enjoy this, and for those interested, its a true story! XOX..Babygirl! ) Cindy was shifting uncomfortable in the pew, trying to keep her mind on where she and not how sexy and handsome the new preacher was. She muttered to herself, “Oh god, I can not believe he was still single!” She first met Reverend Caldwell when she visited her mother last...
Hi folks, this story is based on the Concrete Blonde song of the same title. Listening to the song might help you enjoy the story more, but it isn't necessary. From now on when I do s story about a song, I'll try to give you a warning on my twitter page so you can listen to the song beforehand. I'm grateful to Mikothebaby for her usual incredible editing job...
They spent the rest of the week at the ranch doing minor chores and basically just resting up, after their long ordeal. Then the weekend rolled around, and it was time to go to town for supplies. While the women were shopping, I decided to check in with Judge Mitchell. After going to the courthouse, I was told that the judge was over at the restaurant, havi...
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...
As Chapter 4 came to a close, Peter was giving a pool party. Present were Melanie and her daughter in law Dottie, his black friend Harvey, Becky and her husband the Reverend Robert Palmer, and Joe and Susan Palmer, parishioners of the Reverend's church. The party has just begun. * * * * * The atmosphere at pool party that evening was more than a little bi...
Preface to Readers- this is a sexy story of a good looking girl from the Midwest who puts all her energy and grit into a summer job so she can find a new life in New York. As you will soon learn, her brain is not as polished as her body although many admires try to polish it with both hands and then some. Her comments have a regional twang so her grammar is...
Note from Slickman: I hope everyone enjoys this little story about a Preacher gone bad. Never happens? Sure. Take care. Ann and Tom moved into the small suburb of Plainsfield happy to be away from the rat race of the big city. Tom’s new job allowed him to work out of the home most of the time with periodic trips to the main office in New York City. Their t...
Surprisingly, I am back with another part to this series. I can only thank the few readers that have commented and again RUWild for the encouragement to continue. I am very happy that my writing can entertain the people that it has so far. Hopefully, I will improve and I can provide good stories for a larger audience. So please, honest constructive criticism...
You will no doubt notice that certain words are intentionally left in lower case. It's for the same reason that Hannibal Lecter ate his victims; to show my contempt for them.* * Oh, religion. What a tangled web if there ever was one. I was born in the heart of the old South, where hellfire and brimstone preachers were as common as 57 T-birds and Sunday chi...
"Judy!" "Yes, Mom?" "Are you ready for church?" "Almost, Mom." "Well, hurry up or we'll be late. I'm eager to have a personal relationship with Jesus, how about you?" "Yes, Mom, I sure am." Half an hour later they sat in their pews in the hot, crowded church. Reverend James Bragg strutted to the podium, about to begin his Sunday sermon. It had been adv...