The Life of Lauren is the erotic autobiography of a kinky, beautiful writer of erotic novels, short stories, and screenplays. She's experienced cheerleader daisy chains, horny preachers, life in an adults-only nudist colony, worked on porn shoots, loves ocean cruises, the taste of jizz, and can pee standing up. She likes men and women, lives with her brother, and once had a threesome with him and their Aunt Becky.
“Now the question I have, Lauren, is have you been filled with the spirit?”
“I’m not sure what you mean. I accepted Jesus, is that it?”
“Well, that’s part of it. But there’s a special anointing, too. Now, this is a big secret, and it’s not for everybody. Just special people. People I can see have special qualities.”
“I see.” I didn’t, but something was making me a little uneasy about this.
He stood up and walked around the desk, standing behind me and putting his hands on my shoulders.
“You see,” he continued, “it’s a gift that’s only given to certain ministers. A special gift, bestowed by God Almighty, that allows us to store up divine anointing nectar and deliver it unto the worthy. You’ll have to work to attain this gift, of course.”
I think I might have raised an eyebrow. The school deliberately kept us ignorant about a lot of things, but you could learn a lot outside of school if you knew where to look. I was starting to get a pretty good idea of where he was heading, and couldn’t help wondering if I hadn’t seen a preview of his special anointing in a copy of Teen Sluts my elder brother kept hidden under his mattress.
“What would I have to do, exactly?”
“Well, as I said, the divine anointing nectar stores itself up in my body. It gathers about my loins, girding them with the Lord’s strength and blessing, and when there is someone special, someone deserving of anointing, it strengthens the tower of blessing and shoots forth in holy splendor!”
“How does this work? I really want to know. I mean, if you think I’m worthy of the gift.”
“My dear,” Killjoy replied, “you must kiss the tower of blessing. If you are worthy, it will rise and the anointing nectar will burst forth.”
What I’d thought. He wanted me to suck his cock, the hypocritical bastard. I wondered what was in it for me. He was in his mid-40s, and while he wasn’t what I’d call ugly, he was hardly the man of my dreams, either. Kind of chunky, with longish brown hair, turning gray.
Maybe. I had a suspicion that most of what was on top was a really expensive hairpiece.
“I don’t know if I’m worthy,” I said.
He smiled benignly down over my shoulder. “Oh, Lauren, I’m sure you are. I can tell.”
His right hand slid down from my shoulder and cupped my right boob through my dress. I decided not to say anything yet.
“I can feel the spirit in you already,” Killjoy continued, kneading my boob.
Didn’t feel half bad, to tell the truth. But it was still wrong.
I heard the sound of a zipper by my left ear, and the rustle of cloth. A moment later he’d pulled out his cock and flopped it onto my shoulder. I looked over. It was still soft, though it did look to be a respectable size.
“Behold,” he said, “the tower of blessing!”
“You want me to kiss that?”
“Indeed, for the Lord directs.”
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About the Author
Lauren Milfinger has lived a fascinating life. Raised near Atlanta, GA, she attended a private Christian high school, where she was a cheerleader. She got a full scholarship to an Ivy League college when one of her girlfriends got a picture of Lauren receiving the "special divine anointing oil" from their horny pastor. Over the years, she's written many erotic novels, short stories, and screenplays, under a variety of pen names. She likes to be open-minded when it comes to sex, and has been with both men and women. Her favorite partner is her current roommate, her younger brother, Sam. She also admits a special fondness for her Aunty Becky.