OOC: In church?

[Bobtoad777]

Does any body have any problem with a little play within church. Not a catholic Church porbably baptist or something protestant. most likely pastor and women during counseling and adult sunday school teachers and asult students and what not maybe even spouse swapping.

Is this offensive to to many people or does it sound fun?

 

[CelestialBody]

 

[Bobtoad777]

well I was hoping I could be one of the pastors but if you have somebody better in mind by all means i'll step aside

 

[CelestialBody]

 

[ManOSafety]

It could be interesting...

However, I do wonder if the fact that you state that it will take place in a Protestant church instead of a Catholic church is somehow supposed to make it less offensive to people, presumably including Baptists and other Protestants.

Having said that, however, I still think that it has potential and might be willing/able to participate in such a thread.

 

[CelestialBody]

 

[ManOSafety]

uh-oh...

It probably doesn't really matter to me where it's set, as long as it's a good story line with well written posts .

I don't want to get off on a theological discussion, but since I am routinely in a Baptist church, I understand it's workings better than other denominations, but think I can do a pretty good job with Catholic too

 

[CelestialBody]

 

[Bobtoad777]

Ok heres what going on in my head. The reason I didn't think of using a cathilic church cause it seems so over don with the priests and altar boys, but if we can get past that stigma sure, I know enough about the catholic church to do it.

Secondly, I would like to be a pastor of the church, there can be more than on, in fact most churches I have attended in small communities even have 2 or 3.

third, vote Catholic or protestant, and Ill start the thread tonight and have a story line started rolling.

 

[catlover]

ooc way way back in R/L I sang in a church choir, mostly because my wife sang it it too, and we found something we could do together. It was a small church (happenned to be Baptist but that doesnt matter) and there were only four tenors, all women (one was my wife)

Before the year was out I had slept with all four. We had heard about the American Baptists, the Southern Baptists, so we called ourselves the Swinging Baptists!

Choirs have a lot of evening practices - believe me - it gives lots of opportunities too

 

[Merelan]

A thought... how about a conferance? that way you can be whatever suits you best. Bob can be pastor of the hosting church.

 

[catlover]

conference

Merelan honey, I'll go confer with you any time

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc; Now THIS Looks exiteing!

 

[Bobtoad777]

Beginning the story

It is a Sunday morning the choir has sung, Pastor Bob has given another of his highly charismatic mesages holding the congregation on the edge of thier seats with the whirl of his robe the waving of his hands, the varing tones nad pitches of his voice. Our focus comes to the end of the service.

Pastor Bobtoad

And Brothers and Sisters if there be one of you who need come for comfort and counsel on how to deal with the sin in your life remember Pastor Bobs door is always open.

This afternoon there will be a choir practice for the evening singsperation. You are free to go and may God bless each and every one of you. Praise.

Pastor Bob head down from off the podium to meet and greet the congregation on the way out.

 

[Merelan]

Nadia:
Once again I knew there must be something wrong with me. Every Sunday I came and sat here, like the good little widow. But it was the same every Sunday. Invariably my mind wandered to sex. Sex, sex and more sex. It had been over a year since I lost my husband, and it was a year too long without a humans touch. A mans hand on my body, demanding my love, my body, using me for his pleasure. I needed advice, help. I must be a wicked woman, yet, in my heart I didn't feel wrong at all. Sex with Hank had been incredible. Even after 8 years. It was mainly because he was always coming up with new things to try, and demanding that as his wife, I obey him. I watched as everyone filed out, some stopping to say hi. The first couple weeks people had never left me alone. Now, no one seemed to know what to do with me. I was the odd woman out. Oh well.
Taking a deep breath I stood, straightened my skirt and headed for the door. I stood waiting to shake Pastors hand, watching him. He was as warm and friendly as always, but what would he think if he knew my secret desires. My needs, my slutty nature. I know my hand was shaky as I extended it. Almost in tears I thanked him for the message, not even knowing what it had been.

 

[Bobtoad777]

Noticing Nadia's tremblimg hand I look her in the eye and speak

Nadia is there something wrong, you don not seem to be yourself today? Its almost the anniversary of when your husband passed on to the other side to rest in Canaan land. Do you need someone to talk to? Remember my child my door is always open, you can come in anytime.

 

[catlover]

basso profundo

At the end of the service the chior stood and sang tne last hymn. As the people started filing out, the choir filed into the choir room, where we relaxed for a moment, and removed our robes for storage until the next service.

I slipped out of mine, looking at the cute little soprano that just joined us last week. She had a very melodic voice and a figure and face to match. As she undid her robe, all I could think of was that she would disrobe (how do you like that for a pun) completely. I imagined her with nothing whatever on beneath the choir robe, and when she stepped out of she would be completely nude.

Suddenly I came to my senses and hung up mine on the hangar and left the choir room to go out in front of thr church, to add my congratulations and thanks to Pastor Bob,for a sermon that I had never even heard. There was a very lovely woman that I had seen each week, but didnt know her name. She was shaking hands with the Pastor while I waited, and I heard her voice speak to him.

More voices to run through my dreams and fantacies that night

[Edited by catlover on 11-02-2000 at 03:07 PM]

 

[Merelan]

Nadia:
His kind words and warm hand in mine hurt, stabbed me through the heart. Get a grip Nadia. Sweet Jesus bitch. Get a firm grip or you will betray everything you are striving for. The outward appearance of a sweet, slightly lonely widow. I smiled, a weak one, but shook my head. Unable to speak I walked away. Almost dashing to my car I sat there, in tears. My head sank to the wheel and I sobbed. Unable to endure the loneliness I faced at home.

 

[CelestialBody]

 

[Bobtoad777]

I always seem to say the wrong things at the wrong times. If only she knew what I thought my feelings toward her. Some times its so hard being a man of the cloth but still I am just a man with needs as any other. But I suppose I am suppose to be a beacon of light and strength to them. If there was only someone I could share myself and my needs with.

I continue shaking hands with the congregation, giving a well rehearesed nod and listening to the "Thank you's" and the "your message was so good Pastor" its obvious 3/4 of them haven't even heard what I said.

 

[Merelan]

Nadia:
I leave then, driving slowly off, but pulling into my driveway I can only think of talking to someone, anyone. I wonder if I should call the Pastor, even just invite him for lunch. I rush inside and call the manse, leaving a brief, probably incoherant message on his machine.
"This is Nadia Cuomin. I was wondering, if you didn't have plans. Well, listen. I cooked a huge pot roast with all the trimmings and there is only me. I thought, maybe you would like to stop by and have lunch, or dinner. If your busy, well, I understand. No need to call or anything, just drop by. Even if you just have time to pick up some for leftovers later." I had quickly hung up.
What had possessed me to do that! The same thing that had driven me to cooking such a huge meal for only me. Desperation, loneliness. Anything to keep my mind off of sex, and that lonely bed in there.
I changed into my jeans and a sweater and curled up with a glass of wine and a book. He would have plans. Being a minister he was popular, but maybe he would call at least. My phone must want the attention at least as much as I did.

 

[catlover]

Cliff (the bass)

Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by a lady lightly bumping into me. I wasn't at all sharp, but it finally dawned on me when I turned, here was the soprano I was so attracted to! How nice felling her bumping in to me. I smiled coming to my senses, and said "hello, we were together at practice early this week, but didnt get introduced. Im Cliff. It's delightful to have you with us. Are you new to the area?"

Together we spoke to and shook hands with Pastor Bob, then walked down the path to the parking lot.

 

[Bobtoad777]

Pastor Bob

Having finished the greeting, I gather up the tithes and offerings pack it up in my brief case to do the accounting at home in the parsonage. The crowd has basically dispersed with a couple of groups here and there so being an open door church I feel free to leave the church with a few still being inside.

I get home to see the light on the answering machine light flashing. I press the button to here Nadia's voice and an invitation to dinner, well I guess that beats the plans for Kraft dinner I had in mind.

I turn on the speaker phone and dial her number hoping she is still offering her dinner as the phone rings i slowly get undressesd from my preaching warddrobe into some thing a bit more comfortable.

 

[Merelan]

The phones sharp ringing pulled me out of my book. I jumped. Dashing to the phone I wondered who it could be? I didn't receive many calls lately. Then remembered the call I had made.
Oh God.
"Hello?" Yes it was him, accepting the dinner offer. I decided on 2 so that he would have time to finish up his morning rituals. I also picked 2 so that I would have time to calm myself with a bath first. Just the sound of a mans voice was exciting. I knew there was a choir rehearsal later, but hadn't caught the time, and I wasn't sure if he attended, but didn't want him to feel pressed. It was obvious he knew I was alone, and felt obliged to have dinner with me. Why had I called?
I checked on the roast, turned it down a bit to slow it. It would be ready at 1:45. Perfect. Time for it to set and still not rush me.
I slowly wandered upstairs, stopping at the wine cabinet for a moment. I didn't even know if he drank. I uncorked a bottle of my favorite red, and checked to make sure there was a white in the chiller.
My heart was racing. I should have invited over more people. Alone with him, I might crack, and he would find out how I really was. I would have to be strong.

 

[Bobtoad777]

Pastor Bob

Something in her voice seemed different. Oh well at least she was happier that she was this morning. She picked 2 for me to come over that will leave me time to do the Sunday tither and offering accounting. Its be so bleak tithes have been so low lateely half of what they been,I have had to cut my salary back to 9000$, good thing the parsonage is paid for or I would have to leave this parish. Maybe I will have to start go and doing it like Benny hinn and get more exciting and performing miracle all ove rthe place.