Coco Reynolds was finally finishing her first shift at The Last Stop diner in a tiny little town called River's Bend. Her feet were killing her. The owner had been nice enough to hire her right off the street, even without any previous experience. One of the other waitresses had been especially unfriendly to her, being less than helpful in regards to teach...
Road to Mount Gagazet Late night. In the trees. Waiting for Raine. Knowing it might be awhile, he got comfortable on the stump he casually referred to as "his stump," at least when he set out to look for it. It was just the right height for his legs and wide enough for his ass and far enough back in the woods to not be spotted at night, but still close eno...
The chapel had fallen into disrepair, the people no longer felt any need of it and it had been in misuse for many years, stood dark and cold at the edge of the village, like the shell of a body which has lost its heart, its soul, its purpose. But once every week, on what would once have been a holy day, Agatha would sit at her window which overlooked the ch...
note 1: There's no sex in this story. Honest. Consider yourself warned. note 2: With my deepest respect and apologies to the late, P. G. Wodehouse. -- "If only the good die young, that crew will live to a hundred." This unflattering rumination came from one, William Jackson Sinclair IV, aka, Willie. The target of his jaundiced assessment was the Iota Fra...
Holy Trinity - 3750 A.D. It was Wednesday on Holy Trinity. This was one of the two days of the week—the other, of course, being Sunday—that was designated an Energy Saving Day. Despite being in Mercury orbit and well bathed in sunlight from the nearby presence of the Sun, the Archdeacon and the Chief Pastors had deemed that the energy expenditure of the col...
Why sexuality was created Sexuality is one of the most misunderstood and often misshapen forces active in our being. Some may wonder why God (or whatever you want to call God, the great spirit, etc.) of all things would create sexuality and its pinnacle-sex, only to be shrouded in so much mystery. Why would it create such a wonderful, feel-good thing only t...
I am a married conservative Christian woman. I belong to a Missouri Synod Lutheran Church in Des Plaines, IL. There are three that I know of, so your chances of tracking me down are slight. I am writing to other Christian wives, married to husbands who may have a "kinky" sexual side. If this whole subject makes you queasy, then I suggest you check out now, i...
Venice, 1723...I am sitting on a gondola, my husband's rower behind me, standing in balance between long slow rows. My breasts are strictly closed into a corset, pushed high, the nipples barely hidden. Whalebones keeping my bust straight up and a heavy cape covering all, I sit still, my eyes follow the other crafts passing by, a few gondolas and women in si...
Sandra was so content with her foul deeds of lust that she felt upset in the retreat of her gang banger's because somehow this had been the only time she had been free to feel at all with her role as sage to Morris town. The men were retreating to a life of normalcy after a wild climax to their spell which was the offering of Sandra's cunt. Her nipples were...
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was...I'm not sure. But is it alright if I ask you a question? It's about sin, Father." Father Chullikatt knew the young blond woman from the balcony beneath his cell window. She attended Mass often enough that she passed for a practicing Catholic now-a-days. He had seen her at Christmas Mass and a fe...