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I got a dirty little secret that I don’t tell anyone. But it’s so grimy and enjoyable that I’m bursting to tell, so that’s why I’m writing this story. I joined an online dating service a while back, and life has never been so good. None of my friends know, and certainly not my boyfriend. Everyone around me is so conservative, and because I don’t drink or do drugs these are actually the only people around here to hang out with. Boring Christian Conservatives. When I found Sex In New Hampshire and started making adult links, though, more than a few of the great Christian Leaders in my town sent me a message. Take Morris, for example. We happen to visit his youth groups every Friday night. The activities are wholesome and enjoyable. Morris comes up with all kinds of things, like going to the water slides. I wore my yellow bikini for that, and Morris talked to me a lot that night. Then, a week after I joined Sex In New Hampshire, Morris emailed me. He didn’t use his real name initially, but I knew it was him. He pretended he didn’t know who I was, so I played along. He’s a real flirt on the internet, you’d never imagine what he did for a living. We agreed to meet, and he gave me an address to an apartment uptown. I met Morris the next day, in the apartment. “I frequently work late with the church, it’s simply easier to sleep in town instead of driving back again to the Rock”, he offered as an explanation for his cheating pad. I turned to Morris and said, “since the ex-President of the United States says setting your schlong in my mouth isn’t sex, lets do it.” That made sense to Morris. I stripped and started sucking his shaft right there, within the hallway. Later we moved to the living room where he munched my muff for days before impaling me with his sacred staff. Then Morris blessed me with his searing white baby batter. I lapped it up. It tasted like the body of Christ. Morris turned all-repentant afterwards, but I wouldn’t have any of it. “Shut up you Sex In New Hampshire trollop! If you want to have more sex, call me. If you want to pray, get back to work”, I said and walked out the doorway.
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