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Taking Back Amelia Ch. 03

by DannyBlaine on Jun 4, 2019
BDSM

The air conditioner in my bedroom was buzzing on high, and turning the heat of the night into a chilly ambiance. It was almost midnight, and I was sitting in my gray army sleep shirt in bed under the covers searching through articles on my laptop. CATHOLIC PRIEST CAUGHT HAVING AFFAIR WITH YOUNG PARISHIONER. CHARGES PILE HIGH FOR REVEREND. I LOVE MY PREACHER:...

Churchgoer

by MungoParkIII on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

  The man paused at the white stairs, ran his hands down over his worn out sports jacket, took a deep breath and then slowly walked up the steps, counting as he moved. At the ninth step he looked up and in through the open doors. Once inside the room he stopped to let his eyes adjust to the darkness. There were a few people milling about, but most wer...

Easy Like Sunday Morning

by Out_of_Bounds on May 20, 2019
Fetish

First, I want to say thanks to BrokenBrumbyGirl for her awesome editing skills. This story contains some cuckold themes, if you're bothered by that genre you should probably skip this one. As always feedback is appreciated. ***** Steve slid into the parking space like he was a lap down at Daytona International Speedway and slammed on his brakes. "C'mon...

Swampland Succubus

by RevNight on Sep 12, 2017
NonHuman

There he stood at the pulpit. The mugginess hung heavy in the swampland air. He wondered if this is what hell felt like as he scanned the singing congregation. Pentecostal blue grass music was playing in the background. He blinked hard as his eyes crossed over the blonde in the back row. She was new; there was no mistaking that. Bright red hair ruby red lips...

He Watches Over Us All

by BBRougemont on Sep 12, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

As I climbed the stairs to the pulpit, I braced myself. Although I had seen it fairly clearly from the altar and during the weeks and months before, it made it no less disheartening. And indeed, when I finally got myself up to the pulpit, once again I could see one more. A seat was empty and another of my flock had decided not to show up to Sunday mass. She...

Anal in the Pews

by Spankx on Sep 16, 2017
Anal

Two weeks had passed since Mari’s initiation into the sensual and erotic side of life. Pastor Richard was still residing with her and her husband, Pastor Syrus. Pastor Syrus was uncomfortable with the closeness that was apparent between his wife and his guest and now made it his business to make sure they were never alone together. Mari grew frustrated that...

Five

by FamiliarEnough on Aug 30, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I've never been a big fan of weddings. I liked my own okay, but I completely didn't follow tradition. I won't go to them anymore, unless they're for someone I really like. So when Maggie's invitation came that she was marrying her long-time beau Guy in his hometown Montreal, I sighed a long sigh. Maggie, a close friend from my former life as a career-orient...

Herbert Watkins Raises Hell

by joannemoore on Oct 19, 2020
Mature

There would be longish pauses now and again when the Reverend Herbert Watkins appeared to be elsewhere or at least his mind did. It might be mid conversation and for a minute or so and often much longer his eyes would appear to glaze as total distraction set in. Parishioners had become used to it. One or two had been warned about the phenomenon when first i...

The Blameless Bystander Ch. 05

by AutumnWriter on Sep 12, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Copyright 2006, 2007 Chapter 5—The Church Speaks It was a heady feeling that consumed James as he marched up the stairs to his apartment upon his return from school that day. He had already decided to pour himself three fingers of Scotch before making some dinner. It wasn't to make him forget, or to help him think. It was just going to be his private celeb...

Preachers, Pulpit, Parishioners and... Ch. 01

by kestoncarmichael on Sep 14, 2017
Romance

Blake How could things be the same after all we had gone through? It's true that you can't judge a book by its cover because sometimes the cover lied. Either it didn't entice the reader enough to open the pages or it made you believe that the words on the inside were equivalent or better than the wonderful picture on the outside. That's how we were, Samso...