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I got a dirty little secret that I don’t tell anyone. But it’s so dirty and fun 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 not been so good. None of my friends know, and definitely 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 Montana and started making mature links, though, more than a few of the good Christian Leaders in my town sent me text message. Take Vernon, for example. We happen to go to his youth groups every Friday night. The activities are wholesome and fun. Vernon comes up with a myriad of things, like going to the lake. I wore my yellow bikini for that, and Vernon talked to me a lot that night. Then, a week after I joined Sex In Montana, Vernon emailed me. He didn’t use his real name in the beginning, but I knew it was him. He pretended he didn’t know who I was, so I played along. He’s a real flirt online, 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 Vernon the next day, in the apartment. “I often work late with the church, it’s just simpler to sleep in town instead of driving back again to the Rock”, he offered as an excuse because of his cheating pad. I turned to Vernon and said, “if the ex-President of the United States says placing your schlong in my mouth isn’t sex, lets do it.” That made sense to Vernon. I stripped and started sucking his sausage right there, in the hallway. Later we moved to the living room where he munched my muff for days before penetrating me with his holy staff. Then Vernon blessed me with his searing white baby batter. I lapped it up. It tasted like the body of Christ. Vernon turned all-repentant afterwards, but I wouldn’t have any of it. “Shut up you Sex In Montana trollop! If you want more sex, call me. If you want to pray, get back to work”, I said and walked out the doorway.
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