Her Faux Blown FuseChapter 53 The Miracle of Reorganization
- 2 years ago
- 20
- 0
Her Faux Blown FuseChapter 10: The Hell You Say free porn video
This was all nuts. My ego let me get caught up this weird religious stuff only because I thought I was going to get laid - and I was. I did. I was also being laden with some kind of strange worship thing but the cost was too high. I had some principles. I pulled out of my goddess friend’s vagina and stood up to look at the crazy congregation as I fired off one last ejaculation adding some English to it and the front row ducked.
I didn’t want to be something of worship, like an icon, a god or some damned thing. I couldn’t believe they were so hungry for any kind of spiritual leadership. They could conjure up using something like me, a person, married, who was fucking friends, “cheating” at their homes where I was hired to work on their furnace? Hell no! Completely silly, this religious shit, I was off running shoes or no shoes up the center aisle past the worshippers gazimg at me as my too big penis flopped about like a landed salmon slinging gizem kind of like that priest who earlier was anointing everybody with far flung holy water.
Sure I felt really vulnerable.
I wondered where my clothes were, my wallet and keys, my stuff. I hoped I could find them. My service truck was parked in front of Sylvia’s and I was running downhill on bare feet trying to avoid rocks and sharp things. Thank GAWD I wasn’t being followed, not yet at least.
I knew I had just upset the cart in their realm of faith based living. But if I was going to do that I did a really great job of it. Actually I was laughing inside but missing my golden bee queen, such a sweet fuck. I just had her name on the tip of tongue. Something to do with a tree or something or other.
I wondered if it would have been worth acting the role of whatever icon they intended to make me just so I could make love to her on a regular basis. I knew her somehow.
Although I was running away my memories still held real influence over me. That was ongoing. It was gaining strength kind of like memories do after you let a notion soak in your mind for a while. The images just got more fantastic, more vivid, more interesting to say the least.
[For Your Entertainment: Follow a series of three depicting the home version of Livestock Home Defense, a great investment]
[She’s confronted with a gun toting assault but has her defense livestock ready with her easy fingers pushing into the control center trigger inside his anus easily accessed from behind]
[The threat has no idea about her defense livestock’s ability to fire off an assault ejaculation of amazing force rendering defenseless the attacker, also... ]
[ ... self repeating again and again to render the character unharmed but completely subdued, stuck on the ground ready for the police to take charge]
Sporadically I was caused to day dream stranger memories eventually just giving in to it for whatever reason. But I managed to arrive at Sylvia’s hoping to find her and my clothes. Still, I saw no one following me from the church property.
The street was empty, nobody to be seen. As I approached Sylvia’s front door I recollected just what had transpired to calm myself down but I also reminded myself I was naked. I wondered if I otherwise looked funny for any reason like being oiled up by a bunch of lady members of the Sacred Heart guild or whatever they called themselves.
I thought about just letting myself in, but cautious I knocked hoping not to scare anyone. The door opened and there stood a guy I didn’t recognize, not her husband. His eyebrows shot up and nothing was said for a moment. “Who are you?” he queried a bit excited. “I’m the furnace man.” Again there was a moment of silence. “Uh, is Sylvia here?” “Just a moment.” he walked away leaving the door wide open. He didn’t come back after long moments.
Sylvia’s front door was not exposed directly to the street so I didn’t worry too much about that, just remained standing there, decided to kind of cover my crotch. Time passed and I heard some commotion behind me, across the street, so I crept to the side looking around a pillar and there people coming down the trail I’d just followed, coming through the hole in the cyclone fence.
“Oh shit!” I needed to hide.
I ran through the front door into the house and kept going but suddenly decided I better run back and close the door. Then what to do? There was nobody around, no sound, no guy, so I decided to go through the kitchen and down the long steps to the deck and the spa. I looked for my clothes on the way but no, nothing.
On the deck I stopped and thought for moments and then saw the shower so I decided to get any and all holy stuff washed off me. That felt great and I made the water hot and hotter, just soaked and again transpired with thoughts of what I’d gone through and got more calm.
I heard no one around, didn’t know where that bunch coming down the trail had gone and to hell with them. I shut off the water and with no towel turned to get into the spa. I was shocked to realize someone was there with me. I refocused, put on my glasses. Sitting on the edge of the spa was the bee queen woman so regal. She was real. She was really there.
Dottie
- 10.09.2020
- 17
- 0
Her Faux Blown FuseChapter 25 Pigs Mystery Theater
- 3 years ago
- 19
- 0
Her Faux Blown FuseChapter 2 Turning the Heat All the Way Up
- 4 years ago
- 16
- 0
