My name is Patti; I'm a 32 yr. old mother of two girls and my husband is a 35 yr. old Baptist Preacher in rural north-western Florida. We've been married 7 years and still have sex frequently. When we were young and dating, Gerald (my husband) never complained about my short dresses, 4 to 6 inches above the knee usually, but now that I am a preacher's wife h...
I was raised in a Christian home, but I started to rebel around the age of sixteen. My father was a preacher and the pastor of our congregation until his failing health caused him to step down. My family was considered to be one of the pillars of the community. My mother was the classic stay at home wife, looking after everyone physical well being and my f...
Don't ask me what I am. I wouldn't be able to tell you. I've been given many names since I've started to do what has become my passion. I know only one thing: I fuck. Hard. A lot. I have no use for a woman, except for that precise act. Or maybe I don't feel the need for relationships since that thing happened, which I won't tell. Not yet, a least. Anyway,...
My name is Amy. I can't believe how stupid I have been. I only hope I have not destroyed my marriage and killed the love of my husband and soul mate. We met when he came to our small town, fresh out of the seminary. Our church needed an assistant pastor as, the current pastor, Reverend Miller was getting on in years and his health was failing. The church c...
"Would you like to go to Greece?" The question broke Maggie out of her focus on the column of numbers on the computer screen in front of her. "Excuse me?" she asked, puzzled. Dorothy, the president of the Christian charity, had posed the question. "I'm serious," she explained. "I'm organizing a tour of our major contributors to visit Greece this summer. I...
(Note: In the "note" in Part 1, I said that Part 2 would be Chapters Four through Seven, but actually, it's Chapters Three through Seven. Sorry about that.) Chapter Three Rachel Carlson stopped pedaling the stationary bike and looked over at Jackie, who was in recovery mode on the rowing machine. "You've got to be shitting me!" she exclaimed. "I want you...
It was December in New Orleans. The French Quarter was dead because everyone was getting ready for Christmas and the Sugar Bowl season hadn't started. Danny O'Reilly was off that night and was in the massage parlor on Royal St. It was part of a complex of three massage parlors owned by one man who was reputed to be part of the Dixie Mafia run by the Marcello...
This is part 6 of the series with Tommy and Mrs. Pearson, the preacher's wife. Thank you to a few people who sent some ideas and others who just wrote to tell me what they liked. ----- Tommy was lying on the couch thinking about what had just happened. Earlier he had sex with Mrs. Pearson. She kept saying he should call her Karen but in his mind she was st...
Amanda was glad to get to her room. She carelessly tossed her things on the bed as she thought, "who does that bastard think he is?" Amanda had never been the typical preacher's wife, there had always been an under currant to her, a risk taker, a lust for danger and a touch of rebellion. "If you want dressed up, you've got it you pompous ass," Amanda sa...
This is fifth part of the series that began with Tommy riding in the backseat with the preacher's wife. I try to write them faster but I haven't been able to. I hope you are patient with me (just like Karen is patient with Tommy). Thank you to everyone who wrote with suggestions and also told me things about feelings and their own experiences. I liked that a...