Copyright Oggbashan September 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* I am the lo...
Since our affair was found out by the Reverend, Sheila and I were no longer able to get together for our afternoon play dates. My body ached for her and I thought of her constantly. I missed her green eyes staring into mine as she slid her hand into my pussy. I missed the way she cried out my name when I made her come. Instead, I looked forward to each Thurs...
(Thank you again for all of the positive response to my last stories. This is the third in the "Reverend" series, so I hope you enjoy! If you take the time to vote on my story, please take an extra moment to let me know what you think. I enjoy receiving the comments and criticisms, as well as the suggestions for future stories, so keep them coming!) * * *...
Following Sandy's blessing we put on robes and had dinner in the dining room. This was the first time The Reverend Mother had ever tasted Anthony's cooking. It was superb as usual. She was given the seat at the head of the table in honor of her new status. The impact of her ceremony had not worn off her yet and she still had that faraway dreamy look on her f...
*Note: I am a great fan of these books but those who have read the series know that Laura is a child at the beginning of the series. I have taken the liberty of making Laura eighteen years old so that she can tell her story of learning how to become a loving wife on the prairie. I am also using the visuals of the actors that portrayed the members of the Litt...
It had been a busy but rewarding year for me. My name is James Constable, and I am a painter. Of course with that name, everyone that I meet in the Art world asks if I am related to 'the' Constable. By this of course they are referring to the famous English painter John Constable. The answer to this question is that I simply don't know if we are related. T...
They had agreed to meet at a local bar not too far from where she lived. He was not too familiar with this part of town but had arrived early. "Billy's Place" is what it said on the sign and looked like a kind of a hick sports bar. Jessica lived on the edge of the metro area and though it might have been fun to go downtown and really cut loose in a stylish n...
2066Faith and CharityLindiweXVI It was the first time since Lindiwe was a child that she could remember ever being happy. Was this what she'd been looking for since she'd left Lesotho? In fact, so low had her measurement of luxury fallen that just to sleep on a mattress she didn't have to share and to survive without needing to sell her body were enough now...
I folded my vestment carefully and placed it in the drawer where I kept all the other tools of my profession. I took one last look. I would not need anything in this drawer ever again. I had finally made up my mind. I was choosing another path that called out to me night and day. It would mean damnation for me but I really did not care. I cursed the gods an...
Introduction The Reverend Adam Surelight drove down the Iowa highway about half-way through with his journey to Kansas City. It was the Friday before Labor Day and he was on his way to pick up his sister, Amy, whose husband had just run off with another woman. Amy had called and had ask if she could spend some time with Adam and his three daughters in his sm...