krose wrote:Dr. Shades wrote:John Larsen wrote:There have been quite a few Mormon playmates and porn stars, but we don' t need to name them here, do we?
Of course we do!
Please post them.
This reminds me of something. A couple of years ago, while doing Internet 'research' of some kind or another (yeah, that's the ticket), I came across some photos of an unclothed person in provocative poses, with a CTR ring on her finger. Very amusing juxtaposition. As I recall, she also had a pair of unapproved personal piercings.
Dear penthouse:
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John got out of the truck and I followed him up the path. We were somewhere in Southern Utah, hiking around the alpine lakes above Bryce.
It was late that afternoon but still slightly chilly. We opened up our overheated jackets caused by the slight incline we had been walking for the past quarter mile. We sat down on an aspen log and John gave me a can of Mountain Dew. I smiled at him and toyed with John by making him believe I was a molly. lI gulped it down and let a few drops go down from my chin to my left breast so he could get a peek at my pink nipples through my white stretchy t shirt. He Old Testament the ruse and I could soon see his bulge. Tight jeans restricted my movement slightly but like any good pair as you wore them they fit well. Mother always insisted that I wear temple approved clothing but she didn't mention that it had to stay on at all times.
John didn't seem to mind, he wasn't stuffy and caring much for the spiritual side of things I could tell. He believed We were for the here and now and I could tell he meant it by his reaction as he noticed my perky aureolas. My jeans were ....
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John and I slept under the stars that night in the red canyons of Dixie. I just had to make sure I slipped mom and dad an extra Valium into their postum. None of the guilt, none of the horrible feelings the bishop told me I would have ever came. John came prepared and he taught me how to be a woman. He was leaving on his mission in a couple of months. I would be off at BYU finishing my masters in Home Ec and he would return rich. The family trust demanded missionary service as requirement for his vast inheritance.
We would be set, to repeat tonight over and over again and on into the highest celestial kingdom, for his father has already promised John the second annointing if he returns honorably. Its his secret birthright that he can't talk about except to his future wife. Endless Celestial Sex. The ultimate Mormon orgazm.