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I have a dirty little secret that I don’t tell anyone. But it’s so dirty and interesting 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 never 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 really the only people around here to hang out with. Boring Christian Conservatives. When I found Sex In Montana and started making adult connections, though, more than a few of the great Christian Leaders in my town sent me an email. Take Alan, for example. We happen to visit his youth groups every Friday night. The activities are wholesome and enjoyable. Alan comes up with a myriad of things, like going to the water park. I wore my black bikini for that, and Alan talked to me a lot that night. Then, a week after I joined Sex In Montana, Alan emailed me. He didn’t use his real name at first, but I knew it was him. He pretended he didn’t know who I was, so I played along. He’s a real flirt on the internet, you’d never guess what he did for a living. We agreed to meet, and he gave me an address to an apartment uptown. I met Alan the next day, at the apartment. “I frequently work late with the ministry, it’s just easier to sleep in town instead of driving back to the Rock”, he offered as an alibi for his cheating pad. I turned to Alan and said, “if the ex-President of the United States says putting your schlong in my mouth isn’t sex, lets do it.” That made sense to Alan. I stripped and started sucking his sausage right there, within the hall. Later we went to the living room where he munched my muff for days before impaling me with his sacred staff. Then Alan blessed me with his searing white baby batter. I lapped it up. It tasted like the body of Christ. Alan turned all-repentant subsequently, but I wouldn’t have any of it. “Shut up you Sex In Montana trollop! If you want to have more sex, call me. If you need to pray, get back to work”, I said and walked out the door.

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