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Church Tales Chapter 3

by Jimilinden

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Chapter 3: Preacher's Son The story you are about to read is true. All events and behavior are faithful accounts of past occurrences, although names have been altered to protect my ass and keep me out of court. Writer's license and humble discretion have been utilized where and when I felt it necessary to avoid embarrassment or legal action. * * * * * The land of fruit and nuts surrounded me as far as my eyes could focus. To the west I could barely make out the ocean through the murky smog. North, South and East offered only short vistas before the ever confining Los Angeles haze descended to roof top level creating a forlorn horizon of gray on gray. Having arrived in the city of the angels only three days past, I had been fortunate enough to find a church and a few new friends who knew the area. They enthusiastically told of the wonderful views available from the top of Griffith Park. They forgot to mention that those views were only available on the rare days the L.A. basin was free of overhanging weather inversions (whatever the hell that meant). To the Northeast (I think) I could faintly see the famous "HOLLYWOOD" letters plastered upon a hillside. They were almost as disappointing as had been Niagara Falls when I had viewed that famous nothing several years previous. I suppose living in the truly beautiful and majestic parts of our great land have spoiled me to the subtle beauties of other localities. No amount of water dribbling over a little precipice can compare with the grandeur of the Royal Gorge, the Black Canyon Of The Gunnison or that boring big hole in the ground known as the Grand Canyon. How could any collection of man-made lettering, spelling out the name of a decaying city, compare with our own Sandia Crest, with its majestic mile high upward sweep dominating the whole Eastern skyline of Albuquerque. Thank the gods I'm open minded and not biased. I'd settled into a small apartment in Culver City and had only a short drive to my pre-nursing classes at Santa Monica City College. My scholarship barely paid enough to cover my basic living expenses for the first two years of my education. If I succeeded in graduating from junior college, then all my expenses would be covered till I received my degree. The Fraternal Order of Eagles, to which my deceased father had belonged, was generous to a fault, but demanded results. Being a young girl, alone in a truly monstrous city, was more than a bit intimidating. I had located a Methodist church close to my apartment the first Sunday I was in town in the hopes of finding "safe" friends. Though not a "country bumpkin", Albuquerque was still not large enough for me to feel "cosmopolitan" or secure in the sea of people that constantly bustled and boiled about the Los Angeles basin. After our parents' fatal automobile accident, my brother Frank and his wife had taken me into their home when I was twelve. I missed their security and I definitely yearned for my fiancé Leo. He probably would have felt just as lost as I, but his arm around me would have given me strength and made me feel safer. But, he was back home at the University of New Mexico, so I was stuck with making new acquaintances where I was. And, I was horny! The second week I attended services at my new found church home I got up early enough to go to Sunday school as well as the regular eleven o'clock worship service. I discovered a whole bevy of new and exciting people my age. Several young ladies my age were willing to befriend a lost soul from the Rocky Mountains. Much more importantly though, there were a number of unattached young studs just looking for a new challenge. I was more than willing to fill that role and we would see who challenged whom. That evening I attended a meeting of the young adults and discovered Brad. He looked amazingly like my Leo though I didn't realize it at the time. Leo had kidded me for years that there was no sexier place than a church. Of course his hypothesis was that nowhere else could a man find so many women in skirts, hose and heels. My personal observation, with which I loved to tease him, noted the number of male figures not hidden by casual clothing. Men dressed in well fitting suits with nicely tailored pants drawn tight across their taut buttocks and with obvious bulges in the front of their crotch areas did wonders for me. Brad was blessed with a very noticeable bulge. The other young ladies of my newfound group seemed quite oblivious to his attributes. His shyness and his parentage overshadowed any charms he might possess. For you see, Brad was the minister's son. Any and every time anyone saw him he was totally involved in some type of religious endeavor, usually at the instigation of his father. I'd known a few ministers' kids and usually they tend to be a bit wild if anything. I had never met one who was truly pious. I decided right then and there to find just how pure our preacher's son really was. When I wrote Leo of my mission, he asked for all the dirty details. He wanted pictures, or videos if possible, but definitely an explicit synopsis of my adventures. There are times when I can't believe my good fortune of his love for me. Not only is he not a jealous asshole, but he truly enjoys hearing about and vicariously sharing anything or anyone that brings me pleasure. The first step in my campaign was to get Brad to notice me. He was polite and quite helpful, as he would be to any new member of his father's congregation, but he paid me no greater heed than anyone else. He was also almost impossible to isolate from the rest of the group. Every time he and I had even a short moment alone someone would interrupt us or Brad would have to rush off to take care of some church task. I broadly hinted for him to ask me out but he needed more than just a hint. He needed a two by four across the nose just to catch his attention. With that in mind I twice showed up sans bra making sure he had ample opportunity to peek inside my blouse. A pointless move, for I had forgotten that one of the worst paying occupations in L.A. is probably bra sales. Allowing him several beaver shots of my bare crotch had no better results. He had been in the Southern California school system far too long for a bit of open skirt to even cause him to raise his head. Finally, taking the bull by the horns (not what I had in mind to grab), I appealed to his vanity and regional knowledge by asking him if he would show me around the city. The first thing he did was to bring a whole briefcase full of maps and brochures from his dorm room to the next church meeting and set me down as if I were a zealous disciple of the city's lore. I was reminded of the old quip about asking a computer nerd the time of day. By the time he finishes teaching you how to build a clock, you will no longer give a damn what time it is. The following Thursday was a school holiday so we began our tour with a trip to Griffith Park. I bit my tongue and listened attentively as he pointed to various points of gray, viscous air and told me what was hidden in the smog. I even managed a bit of awe at the "HOLLYWOOD" sign. We then toured the Live Steamer's railroad system and the Griffith Park Zoo next door. After that he took me somewhere (East I think) to some beautiful botanical gardens. Then we hurried back across downtown rush hour traffic (that's a joke) to the Santa Monica cliffs to watch the sun settle into the ocean. We grabbed a quick sandwich at the Sonic on Sepulveda and before I was anywhere near ready to call it a day, Brad dropped me at my apartment. With a quick wave of his hand and a happy ‘See you about seven tomorrow morning,’ he roared into the evening dusk and left me to my television and vibrator. Seven o'clock the next morning he was ringing my doorbell. I groggily followed him to his wheels and curled up on the passenger's bucket seat. Have you ever tried to nap comfortably on the front bucket seat of a classic Mustang? Don't! This day, Friday, we headed for Knot's Berry Farm. All I knew about the place was they sold excellent though expensive jam and jelly products. My excitement knew no bounds. As a matter of fact I found the day quite interesting. The whole complex is set up similar to an amusement park. They have rides, concessions and many antique displays. We walked, gawked, nibbled and ate until after sundown. By the time we finally nosed the car toward my little apartment I felt my legs had shortened by at least two inches. This time though I was not planning on letting him feed me a sandwich and then dump me. Before he could ask the inevitable ‘What sounds good to eat?’ I short-circuited his strategy by telling him I had dinner ready for him at my place. To answer his apprehensive perplexity I explained I had put a roast in the crock-pot that morning because I didn't know how late we might be. I also insisted he had to help me eat it, as it was too much for me to consume alone. Once inside my apartment I plied him with a bit of apple wine which, though he insisted he didn't drink I convinced him was not much different than cider. Not having any proper wineglasses, I was forced to serve his wine in a regular ten ounce drinking glass (I say forced because you see, I didn't have anything bigger). While I set the table, fixed a salad, slipped out of my bra and began putting the meal on the table Brad sat on the divan and examined the picture album I had "accidentally" left on the coffee table. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him flip quickly past a couple of pages about halfway through the book. When he surreptitiously kept a finger at their location I knew he would examine my nude photos just as soon as I stepped back into the kitchen out of sight. I not only exited out of sight but also slipped out the other side of the kitchen and watched him in the bedroom's vanity mirror, which reflected the full-length hall door mirror, which was focused on the couch. He seemed to enjoy the pictures so I remained out of sight as long as I possibly could. I also kept up a running conversation from the kitchen so he would know I wasn't about to suddenly step back into the dining room. As he sat down for supper, I refilled his wineglass without asking and began to tell him how nice it was to have company. We finished our meal making normal small talk and then retired to the living room where I served him cherries jubilee. He had never previously seen burning ice cream and was suitably impressed. Our legs and hips brushed as we balanced the desert dishes on my narrow sagging couch and I managed to lean far enough forward for my blouse to expose my naked chest. Brad was again thumbing through my photo album, being careful not to open to the compromising middle pages and discussing scenic background shots of Albuquerque rather than the subject matter of the pictures. Peeking carefully between the binder and his slacks I also realized he was covering a suspicious lump in his lap. I knew then that my blouse was exactly where I wanted it to be. That was all the encouragement I needed. "Brad, I noticed earlier you found those photos I had taken of me without my clothes on. I'm sorry if that embarrassed you because I'm certainly not ashamed of my body", I said. "I don't think my figure is anything out of the ordinary, but I do think it's acceptable and not badly proportioned. Don't you agree?" Blushing a brilliant red he tried to stutter something but couldn't get his tongue to work and only managed an incoherent, 'Uh.' "Wait, that's not fair. No matter how you answer that you're doomed, aren't you? How about if I ask you a different question?" "Uh..." "You've lived in California all you life so far, haven't you?" "Yeah", he mumbled "O.K. then. You've been looking at girls boobs for years then, right?" "Well..." Quickly I stood, lifted my blouse over my head and stood proud, straight and topless before him. "Are my breasts alright? I mean, they're not too small are they? Obviously they're not too large, but are they good enough to pass as California Beach Girl material?" Brad stuttered from his blazing red cheeks, "Oh WOW! Yeah! You're fabulous!" "Well you don't act like you like me", I said with a fake pout. "I'd really like to for you to kiss me, but I don't want to force myself on you. And I don't want you thinking I'm some sort of really bad girl, just because I'm from a small town. Before he could pull away again, I leaned forward so that my breasts hung right before his eyes, put my hands on his shoulders and then lowered my mouth to his. Gently pressing my lips to his I modestly kissed him (if you can call a bare breasted kiss modest). I pulled back, pressed my cheek to the side of his face and whispered in his ear, "I liked that. May I kiss you again?" His eyes were goggled open so wide I was afraid his eyeballs might pop out of their sockets. As I drug my lips across his cheek toward his lips he moaned, "Oh please! I liked that too! Yes! Please, please kiss me again." Pressing our mouths more firmly together than the first time I put my hand behind his head, pulled him to me and tickled his lips with just the tip of my tongue. He immediately responded by thrusting his tongue between my lips and sensually stroking the roof of my mouth. I lifted his hands to my hardening nipples and wound my own soft tongue around his probing oral digit. When his fingers began to stroke my breasts I could feel a uniquely feminine flutter of butterflies deep inside the lowest portions of my abdomen. The lips of my vulva were so wet they kept sliding against each other with every little movement of my body. He went rigid for a moment then gradually relaxed into the kiss. At first he moaned a high-pitched whine from deep in his throat then he returned my tongue explorations with a fervor that surprised us both. His hands were squeezing my breasts so hard it hurt but it also felt too good to tell him to stop. I eased forward onto the couch and straddled his lap. Then I unfastened his shirt and pressed forward until my sensitive breasts touched the thick curly hair on his chest. Then it was his turn to groan. Without breaking our nipple contact I raised my hips from his lap and whispered in his ear to slip my panties off. He got them to just below my knees and then while his fingers probed my moist lips I worked the flimsy garment completely off and kicked them out of the way. Lowering my now naked crotch to the front of his slacks I rubbed up and down on the granite like ridge I could feel below me. While the sweat beaded on his forehead Brad moaned and yet still giggled as he asked, "Are you trying to seduce me?" "Not any more", I teased back. "I think we're well past that, don't you?" "Well, maybe", he answered. "But I don't have any protection." "I do", I assured him. "I'm on the pill. That doesn't bother you, does it?" By way of answer he pushed his pants and underwear out of the way in one swift motion and raised his strong erection directly into my more than willing receptacle. I rode him to a swift climax then settled happily down onto his still pistoning thighs and crushed my chest to him once again. As he began to tire I slipped off of him, took his hand and led him to the bedroom. My cast off clothing marked a trail behind us as we walked. Once by the bed, I held his hands to prevent him from removing his own garments. A nibble on his earlobe followed by my tongue lapping deeply into his hearing channel as I whispered, "Let me undress you. I want to expose you like a beautiful Xmas present." Slowly removing each article of his apparel I kissed the patches of skin as they appeared. When he was wearing only a smile I stretched out on the top of the bedclothes, spread my legs wantonly and held my arms out to him. His acceptance of my invitation could possibly be described as a swan dive. He drove completely into my depths in one bouncing stroke and then began to pummel my eager chasm as if he was trying to pound it closed. Happily he was not successful and I loved every pounce. I had already cum twice when I felt the sinews of his groin tighten in preparation for his explosion. Scissoring my legs around him I dug my heels into the center of his back, drained every drop from his testicles and then pumped him until he begged for mercy. Telling him I would show no mercy, nor take any prisoners, I held him locked in my embrace while his bloom of manhood dwindled to a flaccid weed. Brad proved to be a very gentle lover. Since he had already entered my holiest of holes he now began a systematic oral examination of my body. His tongue explored my anatomy from the tips of my ears to the ends of my toes. Not until I was so wet that he could feel the bedspread soaking with my juices did he enter me again. Then he plowed me with all the wonderful stamina of youth. I lost count of my orgasms but I counted six times he filled me so full of his wonderful hot bounty that my vaginal cavity could not hold it all. By the time he left after three the next morning we were both so sticky and smelly we wouldn't have been able to stand each other had we not shared in the accomplishment of our mutual degradation. Saturday morning Brad arrived to take me on a drive Northward up the coast. When I answered the door with only a smile on my face our plans changed quickly. We spent the day naked in my apartment and I do believe we christened every available surface with love juices. When he left that evening he looked as if he had run a marathon race and I was so sore I slathered my magic salve (Preparation-H) all over the outside and inside of my raw red lips. The following morning I couldn't resist teasing Brad at Sunday school by publicly thanking him for showing me about the city. With a lecherous wink I gushed how much I had enjoyed the past three days. Brad rewarded me with a cherry red glow that made my day. As we exited the classroom he held me back for a moment and whispered that I was a nasty, naughty little girl. I stole a quick kiss and let him cop an even quicker feel of my bare crotch, then swished up the stairs to the sanctuary. I sat through the incessantly boring service with a couple of other young ladies from our group and was rewarded afterward by Brad hovering near the front doors of the church waiting for me. He nonchalantly asked if I would like to see some more of the city and I quickly agreed. Excusing myself I said I needed to visit the ladies room before we left. Then I impatiently waited twenty very boring minutes before coming out. As I had hoped everyone except Brad had by now vacated the building. I stopped him from rushing out by planting a very amorous kiss on his lips and guiding his hand between my legs again. "Not here", he desperately whispered. Lifting my skirt I wrapped a leg around him and rubbed my fur against his clearly visible erection. "Why not?" I asked as I slid my hand down the front of his pants. "Because this is the house of the Lord", he answered trying to sound stern through his whining need. I drug him into the nearest pew and pulled him down on top of me. "If you don't slip that beautiful hard shaft into me this instant I'm going to scream until someone comes to see what's going on", I threatened. "There's no one left in the church except you and me", he said. I whispered sexily into his ear, "Are you so sure of that you're willing to take a chance on being wrong? What would your father say if he thought you attacked one of the young ladies of the church in the chapel?" Sliding his more than ready spear into me he panted even as he pumped in and out, "I'm not so sure you're a lady." "Now you're catching on", I teased. "Actually I'm just a very randy little girl who's about to explode for you in Technicolor. Just the idea of what we're doing and where we're doing it turns me on something fierce." I stifled a scream of ecstasy as I climaxed and Brad flooded a large amount of hot fluid deep inside me only seconds later. He whispered loudly into my hair as he came, "Me too!" We sat up and had just caught our collective breaths when the door at the front of the sanctuary opened to admit his father. Before he saw us we scooted about four feet apart on the well polished wooden seat and acted as if we had just been talking since the end of the service. Brads’ padre walked back to us and as with all ministers greeted us with smiling congeniality (always good for the collection plate). We talked about nothing for a few minutes then he left with a luncheon invitation for me and a reminder to Brad that he too had promised to come for dinner this day. I accepted and Brad groaned. He groaned even more when I made him give me his undershorts to stuff into my dripping sex channel. Thank goodness men no longer carry handkerchiefs. It wouldn't have been half as amusing. Talk about a fun dinner. I sat with my lover's underpants stuffed between my legs while telling his parents how nice I thought everyone in L.A. had been so far. Brad excused his numerous choking spasms to a "bit of a sore throat". His mother prattled on about Albuquerque, having visited there many years previous, and his dad agreed, mentioning that the several times he had traveled through he was impressed at what a clean city it was. Possibly to accredit his knowledge of my hometown he also recalled his surprise when he learned that it, just like Denver, is also a mile high city. Nostalgically I acknowledged his description and mentioned that there was a marker on the steps of Monroe Junior High marking the exact one mile altitude of Albuquerque. Then I shared my usual joke about how clean you'd be too, if you had your face scoured with Texas sand each morning and Arizona sand each afternoon. I fear that even after I explained that wind blows away from the heat of the sun, therefore Albuquerque has an almost constant breeze, his mother never did really understand the humor. By the time we finished dinner and I helped clear the table it was almost time for the evening youth meeting. Brad felt sure I would want to go home first to remove his shorts from my crotch and put panties on. I assured him I was quite comfortable and content just the way I was. On the way to the church Brad looked over at me and said with mock seriousness, "You're a real slut, you know it?" I smiled and answered, "Yeah! Ain't it grand?" "God, I'll say!" he shot back. "You want to stop for a minute before we get to the church?" Grinning like the fool I am, I pulled my skirt clear up around my waist, spread my legs wide and pulled his shorts from the ever-eager juncture between my thighs. Brad whipped into an apartment house parking space and climbed into me without even turning off the engine. He absolutely exploded into me with a deep moan and after only a few strokes, which left me dangling. It was forgivable though because just the idea of such spontaneous sex was terribly exciting. I also knew that there would be more later! The young adults meeting dragged on for eternity, or so it seemed. I was very conscious of Brad's underpants stuffed inside my overflowing crotch. I kept thinking I could smell our sex throughout the evening but no one else seemed to be sniffing the air. Should someone have noticed I honestly don't know if I would have clamped my knees together or spread my legs wider. I know I was getting hornier and hotter the longer I sat there thinking about what I was cuddling. When we finally left I stripped my bra, garter belt and nylons off in the car on the way to my apartment. By the time Brad had the apartment door locked my blouse was draped over the living room lamp, the undergarments were thrown wildly toward the living room couch and my skirt was on the floor somewhere close to the bedroom door. We found my shoes just inside the front door the next morning. Brad's clothing was strewn from the same front door to the side of my bed. I never even had a chance to lie down before Brad caught me and rammed his desperation into me from behind. He rode me doggie style for almost an hour and again I lost count of my orgasms. Using just the sensitive pads of his fingertips he liked to play feather soft caresses across the tips of my nipples as my breasts swayed from our lovemaking. I was so hot that each gentle contact felt like a static shock that sent a sweet jab of pleasure through me and caused my eyes to mist. Satiated, we fell asleep about midnight and one or the other of us woke up about every hour for the rest of the night. Each time the first one to awaken would sexually excite our lovemate until they too were awake enough for another round of bedroom ballet. We both missed our early morning classes that Monday but neither of us regretted it. I wrote a detailed letter about my weekend to Leo and by Thursday had a letter back from him telling me how hot my adventure made him. Referencing the small size of the world, he also told me he was involved with his minister's daughter. He called Thursday evening and we laughed about the coincidence. We both agreed we would love to watch the other with our new found partners and made plans to take pictures to exchange at Christmas break. Friday evening Brad and I arrived at my apartment at almost the same time. I was hardly in the door from school before he was knocking and panting at my feet. Though I truly enjoyed both his company and his nice hard shaft, I was afraid he might be getting serious. I didn't want to hurt him, but I already had made up my mind that no man would ever be as loving and understanding as my Leo. Time has proved that to be true over and over. I finally decided the only way to cool Brad's ardor was to set up a threesome. I really didn't care which way the ménage a trois went so long as in the end Brad would realize that I wasn't the only girl in the world for him. I did, and he did, and that's another story, which I will relate to you in another chapter. Contributed by jimilinden@literotica.org


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Church Tales Chapter 1

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Church Tales Chapter 2

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Church Tales Chapter 3

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