It was nearly six months since Alan had taken up the post of vicar of St Stephen's Church. It had taken a while for him and his pretty young wife Jenny to get used to life in the country after a spell in the inner city, but he was beginning to adapt. One of the biggest adjustments was the size of the vicarage and the live-in domestic staff. Mrs Brown acted...
CHAPTER 1 At school Mira Langley earned below average grades and her dismayed parents paid good money for after-school special coaching, to little avail. Mira just wasn't interested in becoming astutely knowledgeable so endeavored to learn only what she thought she needed to know. Her poor grades followed her into high school but at fifteen she began to gro...
THE BEGINNING Shit! I thought. Oh fuck! Buggeration! Damn and fucking blast! Here was I a happily married man, standing in a dress. A real woman's dress. And I liked it. I really liked it. It was fucking wonderful! "Oh," I said. "What was that?" said my wife Gwen, just adjusting her moustache. "It's surprisingly comfortable," I answered weakly. "Hmn,"...
It was Saturday morning three weeks after the New Year ball. I had already taken our two kids to their regular sporting activities – in this case soccer training for both of them - while my lovely, unfaithful wife Alice was still sleeping the sleep of the not-very-innocent. The day was beautiful; cold and bright. I had just changed into my running kit for...
It was a night of tradition. For the past few years, the Anglican priests of my Deanery gathered on Fat Tuesday to enjoy a night of revelry just before the austerity of Lent. This year was my turn to host the occasion. We usually had a business meeting just after lunch, and this year's meeting was incredibly stressful: Archdeacon Tommy Hughes was there to de...
Jen's Story. Jen was so happy with Peter's message, she took a couple of selfies of her in the mini-skirt, the outfit she had been wearing at lunch. She then put on a push-up bra and a very tight fitting top which made her tits look massive, attached them with this message, "Dear Peter, thank you so much for your kindness and your prompt reply. I will be t...
It was a miserable morning in December 2005, my marriage was in tatters and I was stony broke, hungry and with only a few miserable personal possessions to my name. Those, I had left in a small suit case, which I had left at the local Salvation Army where I had spent the previous night. Someone had told my wife that I was having an affair with my bosses dau...
Declan Macey looked out of his bedroom window. As far as the eye could see, the land was his. He had come a long way from the small village in Ireland, making his fortune in Singapore, before buying Home Farm in Emmerdale as his corporate hub. Looking over to his king sized bed, where his girl friend Katie Sugden was asleep, her blonde hair spread like a...
LXXXVII The Food of Love Iris 2062 The demo wasn't originally going to be anything more than a protest. It was meant to be just one of the many other demonstrations that had grown steadily in number and frequency and extent over the last few weeks. The banners were unfurled. The paraphernalia of protest such as masks, tents and protective padding were all...
The tradition of the silent retreat as laid out by St. Ignatius of Loyola goes back 500 years in Western Christianity. The enforced silence can provide an unique opportunity for free or directed reflection by making space for the Spirit to fill. I would imagine that the forward thinking Church of England would be amenable to borrowing from the Jesuit saint d...