Vicar Jones is glad he will be able to remove his heavy black robe and white collar soon. It is very hot. His church picnic in late June is held in a grove of trees in a private park beside a lake. Usually a brisk breeze blows off the lake, but today little wind stirs the branches of the tall oaks and aspens. He has given the blessing and the picnic lunch i...
The first of three episodes a new series about Fr. Alfred, Vicar of St. Dunstan's. Categorizing these episodes is tough, since there isn't a "Dramedy" category on this site. Suggestions for future episodes are welcome, if you'd like to see more of Fr. Alfred and his flock. The Quilting Ladies The tri-weekly run ended with a sprint across the high street to...
Authors note: special thanks go to Angel Love, my editor. * It was a dark, hot and humid night. Anne leaned over the banister on the patio to catch the soft humid breeze floating past her cheeks. She glanced up at the old gnarled oak tree in the garden and could not help thinking of what the shop keeper in the village had told her that afternoon. She could...
Jenny Jones, the filthiest, randiest woman David Rutter, vicar of Chigwell had ever experienced had drained him dry until he was shooting dust. So much so, he had been forced to sleep in and forego his morning blow job from Mrs. McNab, his housekeeper and general factotum. In fact it was two days later before his cock lost sufficient soreness to be handled....
Belle Dingle was a troubled young woman. Her ex boyfriend was on remand for several murders, her parents had separated and her mother moved to Scotland. Her venture into lesbian sex, though very enjoyable, had not developed as she hoped, with her first lesbian lover, moving to London and not returning her calls. She was depressed. Never a religious per...
David Rutter, vicar of Chigwell drove up to the mansion that housed the Sisters of Our Lady of Succour. In the car park were a fleet of black luxury cars – a Bentley with the number plate SUC01 and a succession of six others that included two Jaguars, a BMW, two Porsches and a Nissan 300zx, all with similar number plates with ascending numbers. Mrs. Marcia...
The Man's shoes squeaked against worn, waxy floorboards as he stepped into the church hall. A low hum of commotion greeted him, excited calls and dull chatter melting together as chairs and tables scraped at the floor. Sighing inwardly, the Man slipped down into the room. He passed as quietly as he could between endless rows of tables, each one surrounded...
Copyright Oggbashan February 2020 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. Inspired by Rudyard Kipling's Dymchurch Flit from Puck of Pook'...
A RAINY DAY'S LESSONS Another slice of life at St. Dunstan's; for background, please consult the previous episodes Third in a flock of four. Feedback welcome. * "Hello, Vicar, staying dry?" Sheila's cheerfulness at the other end of the phone line belied the glum, grey early February day. "No, Sheila, didn't have that option. Had to visit the hospital thi...
I am old now. I spend most of my time in my chair thinking back of my good life. My lovely wife Karin just came and sat by my side and started talking about the time when we were newly wed and what a great sex life we have had. Nowadays it happens only occasionally that we both are in the mood and ready for action. But when it happens we have a great time....