Moist Critical Jesus Novels & Stories

She got the message and sat back. He got out his book and flipped through it to a bookmark. “Today’s topic is about when Jesus saw the woman at the well.” He sighed. “I think he should have left well enough alone with this woman, but let’s see what he did.” He wiped his mouth and read the passage to them. Then he set his book down and looked at all of them, especially Jessica. Then he looked at Amber and Isabella. “God created us as man and woman, and that is the way it is supposed to be…period.” He paused waiting on a reaction.

“I won’t leave it for anyone else to discover you trussed up like this. Shame was never my intention here. I’m sure you get enough of that at home.” I want to remind him, again, that he does not know shit about me, but he’s already out the door. My head drops back against the pillow, but the tension refuses to leave my straining limbs. I’m still sweating, still fucking hot… Christian returns at the pace of a regular human ducking over from next door. My brow instantly furrows – He has a vial of holy water in his hand. “Gonna prove that’s not a weapon that can kill you either, you ‘deified’ son of a bitch?” I mutter. “Then why the hell did you dodge the spray the last time I--?”