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The Preacher’s Wife

... look or smell too bad. I took one last look around at all the men who had their way with me. I had lost count on how many men I had been with a long time ago. But this sight brought tearful emotions forward. I had no idea where I was whatsoever. The neighborhood was unfamiliar. The only thing I could do was walk, hopefully finding my way out to a main road. All the while my thoughts kept returning to my parents. I couldn’t stop thinking about how disappointed they would be in their super slut daughter. I had gone far beyond the acceptable. I knew I needed to change. I knew my life was on the fast track to hell if I didn’t do something different. I finally came across a church. It pained me to think about going anywhere near it. In the distance was a main road, just on the other side of the full church parking lot. I figured church had already started and I would be fine if I quickly passed through. Instead I was surprised by an old lady who was on her way in. I really tried to come up with excuses to not go in with her but she countered every one. I felt as if I were beat emotionally, physically, and spiritually. I gave in because I was so tired of feeling contention. The service was just fine and I was welcomed by many. Everyone was interested in what I was doing, where I was going, and how I ended up walking through their parking lot. I lied through my teeth about nearly everything. I just said I went to a party that went bad and I had left, doing my best to avoid ...

... details. I acted as innocent as I did in high school. After all I was a master at hiding my true desires before I went to college. So when I first met Dan he just figured I was a good girl who got caught up in a bad situation. I’ve never told him the truth and I never will. I care too much for him to let him know what kind of a woman I was. Dan was kind enough to give me a ride back to my dorm that day. It was a large enough distance that it gave us a chance to talk, getting to know one another. Conversation was natural between us. That was when he informed me of his goals in life. He wanted to be a preacher man. It was also when he first asked me out on a date. I honestly don’t know why I agreed to go out with him, I think it was his show of respect for me without really knowing who I was. During the course of the week before our date I didn’t have sex. I didn’t even masturbate. Dan and I have been married almost eighteen ears now. I’ve lost the image of being a cock craving slut and inherited an image of being so perfect. If only the other women knew the truth. Dan has treated me well, cared for all my needs, and has even tried a few sexual acts that he first thought were too far out there. But our marriage isn’t all about sex so I don’t expect him to understand all my sexual fantasies. The point of my story is not to tell you how I went from an innocent girl to an cock craving slut to returning as a preacher’s wife. I have to tell somebody about what I’ve done. My latest ...