This is part one of the first 'love scene' in a story I'm currently working on. 'Preacher Man' is about the relationship that develops between a senior pastor of an aging and struggling suburban congregation, and an agnostic Dominatrix. The preacher is a tormented soul - simultaneously wanting to be the perfect husband to his cold, asexual wife, but needing...
Laura's Day 2 Dollars November 1 If you sit in a Comparative Religions class long enough, you start to realize that there's nothing particularly special about the religion to which your parents raised you. Every single religion out there teaches that it owns the only path to god, or heaven or nirvana or whatever. Laura had figured out this sometime in th...
Gemma Blackwell Collector of Pleasure I have been called a witch, a lover, a thief, a goddess and a demon. A whore, a healer. And once, I was even called a murderer. Only some of these things are true. Before we start, here's a definitely true thing about me: I'm a time traveller. The Preacher's Son Small town in Alabama, 1961 There is no one quite as...
"Manal, seriously, this is what the toilets look like in Islamic countries? Really? No place for you to sit, you just squat down? Hot damn," Justin Melrose said, grinning and shaking his head as he looked at the picture of the tiled floor. Focusing on the image on the computer screen while smirking derisively, Justin failed to see the look of pure fury on th...
I used to think the institution of marriage wasn't for guys like me, until I met the woman I was meant to be with. In my old life I was known as Kendrick Wilkins, but these days I go by the moniker Brother Khalid. I'm a hard-working student at Crossroads College, with a double major in business administration and theology. Someday I will become a preacher. I...
Shining like a diamond in those hot spot lights. She gleamed from the sweat and the abundance of body glitter. White teeth sparkled from a ruby red mouth which is surrounded by golden brown skin. Catcall's, whistles, clapping, and cheering seemed like a blur of noise and excitement. She stood there, arms outstretched, reaching for the sky, chest heaving from...
Chapter 11 - An answer to Ruthie's question The following day was Friday. As usual Mike did his morning trek to the Student Center to buy his normal cup of regular coffee. As usual, Ruthie was wearing her apron and little else: just a pair of old running shorts, a thin t-shirt, and her battered running shoes. Mike wondered how she withstood the walk from th...
There's a crack in the sidewalk by my toe. Bright, hurtful light from the passing cars flows along the street like iridescent liquid, filling the crack with its brilliance briefly before moving on. It moves on and leaves me in the soft, candy-apple glow of the signs. The pretty signs make me pretty too; all electric blue and red... A man wearing a suit tha...
The Quinlans came to take her from me one October night, they came while chanting ancient psalms in darkening twilight, they came to rescue her, they said, from my impure designs, to cleanse from her all traces of her bestial human side. The pious congregation had for weeks devised this mission. This lovely Quinlan girl had turned her back and risked perdit...
What had started out as a beautiful day, much like any other, was quickly turning dark and gray. Storm clouds rolled in over the mountains, settling low and creating an eerie backdrop to the green grassy patches below. It was nice to see everyone dressed so nicely, just for me. I was wearing a beautiful, form fitting oxblood red dress with matching shoes....