My name is Anna and I'm 31. I have to admit I was quite a late developer, in that I was a big fat kid throughout my adolescence. It was only in college, when I got my first boyfriend, that I blossomed into a Xena-like tall, slim, long-legged brunette, with narrow hips and heavy, 38E tits. I discovered sex and that having it made me look good and feel great,...
Chapter 19: The Church Hall Pt2 Sue jerked as she registered the slap on her bum, before she felt Steve scuttle away. Slowly she sagged forward, her legs shaking, her endurance suddenly nearing its end. With Steve gone Sue waited for Chris to resume his sexual predations, his assault up on her body. She was expecting it, standing meekly as they had left her...
Simon Craig was proud of himself. And justifiably, too! He had a stew cooking in the Aga in the vicarage kitchen and had performed the Morning Eucharist to a surprisingly large congregation considering it had been held at 9am on a Thursday morning. He had visited sick and elderly parishioners, giving kind words and prayers for those who wanted one and offer...
KEEPING THE WITSONS TOGETHER Another slice of life at St. Dunstan's; for background, please consult the previous episodes Last in a flock of four. Feedback welcome. "Father, you've got to help us. You're the only one we trust, and we want to save our marriage. Please, Vicar, please." I sat back in my chair as I regarded Percy Witson and his wife Peggy. Pe...
Author's note: The saga of Mistress-in-Training Marie and her sissy Charles has reached the point of their marriage. After the ceremony, Marie achieves her ambition and becomes a hotwife, making Charles a cuckold in the process As in all my fictional stories, all characters are over the age of eighteen, and all sexual practices described are performed conse...
The second 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. Next Year in Alice Springs It was another drippy Wednesday in England. I puttered a...
Bright lights were the last thing James saw, accompanied by the sound of a car smash. He had been trying to cross the road at what the local Council called the 'designated place' and the Volvo had rounded the corner with the shriek of tyres and struck him square on. When his head hit the windscreen there was a dull 'crack' and that was that. He thus missed t...
I was sorting through the usual parish post-bag one summer morning when I spotted the note. It was not in an envelope and did not bear a stamp. It was hand-written, in a flowery calligraphy. It took me aback and I had to read it twice, three times, to absorb what the words said. Here they are... "Dear Vicar, I dream of your mouth. I dream of your mouth pr...
I received your e-mail and frankly I was a little surprised by the invitation. But I love Halloween and the thought of a "Tart and Vicar" costume party gave me a smile. Your suggestion that we switch roles and you are the Vicar and I the Tart was brilliant. Frankly, I never guessed what would happen that night, but looking back on it now, it was all very c...
Before the Victorian Era safe sex meant kissing and a chastity belt, but when the key broke in Fanny's lock it took an engineer of Stephenson's stature to resolve the problem. "Thee done champion job of Fucking Machine for the missus so if thee can spare time I got another job for thee, bit delicate like." Young George Stephenson sat in the kitchen at Arth...