Pulpit Stories

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Not My Type: Adele Ch. 09

by firstkiss on Sep 19, 2017
Romance

Nate removed his hand from beneath my skirt and drew my blouse closed, all without looking at me. He kept his eyes cast downward as he stood and didn't turn around right away. Instead he took a few deep, steadying breaths and began doing up his own buttons. "Could you please give us a moment, Mrs. Macintyre?" he said asked in a very tight voice. Though he...

Not My Type: Adele Ch. 06

by firstkiss on Mar 26, 2019
Romance

Two days later, Rhiannon called me mid-morning and asked if I'd clear my afternoon and come to the cottage for a visit. I'd been trying to give her and Joe some time alone to get accustomed to being parents and she'd only been home from the hospital one night, but patience wasn't in Rhi's DNA. I picked Lilly up on the way out of town. Rhiannon sat in stat...

Business Trip Antics

by publicnude on Oct 15, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

I am one of many, I believe, who enjoy the exhilaration of being nude in situations where it is not conventionally accepted to be nude. I have fostered that compulsion, over the years, by nude adventures when on business trips. I thought I would relate a couple here. I must say talking about them is also enjoyable. The3 first example was on a trip to Boston...

The Restroom Deity

by justincbenedict on Jul 30, 2019
BDSM

Everyone in this story is over 21 *** TOMMY, TOILET BOY I'm Tommy. I hang out in the rest area-the bathrooms-at Lennox National Park. Not the john where the families and nice people go to, but the other one, near the highway. The rangers call our toilet "The Place Where Time Forgot". They don't even bother to police it no more. It's like faggot heaven, y...

Great Old One Pt. 09

by QueenPersephone on Sep 16, 2017
Erotic Horror

After Eggs Benedict and dark brewed coffee with cream, just as she liked it, Annika felt much better. A maid named Marnie, a pretty young woman in a neat black uniform, helped her bathe and dress in a gorgeous 1940s style sundress made of pale yellow linen with white trim. There was a bra for her, a strange satin conical one from the same era. It didn't fit...

The Devil in Hannah Prynne

by JulianDelacourt on Oct 8, 2019
First Time

This story is an entry in the Summer Lovin 2019 contest. Please vote. Thanks and enjoy! No one has to tell me how badly I fucked up. On the second night home of my summer vacation from university, I go to a house party with my best friend in high school, Darby, get wasted, and throw up on my front yard where my mom finds me curled up asleep at 6:30 in the m...

The Strain Pt. 02

by skywriter62 on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Again I would like to thank the amazing RUWILD for the friendship and encouragement. I would have never ventured out this far on my own believe me! I also appreciate the votes and encouraging comments. Feedback to help me improve is honestly and greatly appreciated. Anyone with experience as an editor who can help me clean up my rather rough and probably r...

Skin Spectrum Ch. 02

by EgyptsGoddess on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

"Something must be done!" snarled Lindare, his son had gone missing while out scouting with a troup of his friends six days ago and while the others had returned, his child had not. Leading his mother into convulsions of worry and tears of sorrow. Meanwhile Lindare had called a meeting of the Prime Spectrum to hatch a plan to find and destroy the hidden Frac...

Joining the Faerie Ch. 02

by catchercradle on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

Still intoxicated with the linking of his mind to Anshalla's Dave ate in silence. As he finished the last bit of tidying up, so no one would have known they had been there, Dave noticed that he was once again rock hard. He reached one arm around Anshalla and gently ran his fingers around the edges of of her wings. Anshalla felt a tingling in her very core an...

Pastor Jack Pt. 01

by EHMiller on Nov 25, 2019
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. ****** I was putting the brown metal folding chairs into the corner of the church basement where they always went when I heard them. It was about an hour and a half after the service had ended and I thought everyone had left, including the pastor and all of my si...