Taking Over Mrs, Greenway

Adult Erotica
Mindy is hungry for more submission from beautiful women even after making her roommate Cara into a lesbian sex pet. Mindy learns Mrs. Joan Greenway wants to expel her from college. Mindy tries to figure a way to eliminate the threat, get her revenge, and obtain another sexy submissive. After all, many people own more than one pet.... Why shouldn't Mindy have more than one lesbian pet? More

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About Jordan Church

I write erotica. Sharing the inner thoughts and emotions of characters is the ultimate voyeurism.

I am a big believer in plot and character development.

I want the characters to be as real as possible. Character motivations drive the events and sexual activities.

Sex scenes are detailed and graphic. I want to always give a perfect picture of exactly what is happening and why and how and how the characters feel physically and emotionally.

I have two degrees and am dedicated to providing the highest quality erotica.

Much appreciation for any and all feedback (jordanchurch@mail.com) and customer reviews.

If you’re curious about my chosen name, I can tell you how it came about. I was once an inanimate small Russian Orthodox church in Serafimovich in Volgograd Oblast. I was brought to life during a 3:00AM “witching hour” satanic rite conducted by a small cult that had never done much before and not much since. I am it’s lone claim to fame.

Although I promptly refused the cultist’s demands that I storm through the town leaving a path of destruction (which seemed to surprise and upset them) I knew I would not be welcome in the world of mankind. Who wants a big (even a small church is big) moving church wondering around asking questions and raising even more questions?

I left for the broad open plains in the surrounding areas. I usually stayed still during the day and wondered about at night assuaging my curiosities so as to cause the least alarm among the residents. The cultists did pursue me with great insistence and continued demands for me to be violent. They claimed I owed to to them for utilizing the souls of deceased Nazis from nearby Stalingrad in order to bring me to life.

Despite the politeness of my refusals they eventually, the fourth night, took to throwing Molotov cocktails at me. Ever been set on fire? I’ll share this with you: not fun. I do not recommend it. Having newly mobile drain spouts and gutters and ready access to streams saved my hide. My shingles, too.

This went on night after night and, let me tell you, it got old quick. Then… things got worse. The Angels showed up. The avenging kind. Revenge for what? Well, as they claim, I guess I am some kind of “abomination before God”. I really don’t get that “before God” part. Is it OK to be an abomination behind him?

So, unlike the Molotov cocktail throwing cultists, these Avenging Angels utilized lightning bolts. But, just like flaming Molotov cocktails, those lightning bolts get old quick. Real quick.

So, how am I still here to tell you about all this and how can I even type it? I will tell you.

I’m really quite a lucky church even within bouts of bad luck. Just two months before the cultists animated me the priest of my church needed to replace the lightning rod on me. A rusty contraption poorly assembled and a hazard to the churchgoing folk.

A normal average-sized lightning rod could never have absorbed those Avenging Angel lightning bolts. However, my priest was a proud priest and he wanted me to be taller than that other Orthodox Church on the Western edge of Serafimovich. By doggedly yelling at the congregation seven Sunday’s in a row he raised enough money to have the biggest lightning rod in all of Volgograd Oblast installed on me, thus bringing my height up an additional seventeen feet.

So, I mostly absorbed those lightning bolts. Those Avenging Angels were very upset and I did feel bad for them but, hey, what choice, right?

Some lightning bolts did get through when shot from near enough and at certain angles. Hurt bad! Note: Pain is one of the biggest drawbacks to being brought to life. I think we can all agree on that.

One benefit of Avenging Angel’s lightning is poor aim. By accident this led to a sharp decrease in the population of cultists. The downside of Avenging Angels is that they don’t need to sleep and never give up. Don’t get bored. Don’t lose focus. Just keep coming.

I didn’t sleep for like twenty-seven days and the whole time was so painful.

Even my giant lightning rod was beginning to melt….

The end was coming for me. A big conflagration. Then ashes. Then Hell, right? They weren’t going to destroy me and then take me up to Heaven were they? Elitists, that’s what they are!

After twenty-seven days of this unfair lightning bolt abuse I was, by then, in Syria a bit North of the Sea of Galilee. I didn’t know where I was at the time, of course. I plunged into a river to escape or limit the bolts. I was so tired I thought I’d float and just sleep a while even if they were bolting me incessantly. I was that tired!

I even thought if I was lucky I wouldn’t even wake up at all….

I did fall asleep.

I did wake up.

I was on the shore on the West side of the river. I… wasn’t a church any more. I was… a Human? Still not completely sure if I am. Or what happened. Or where the Avenging Angels went. Or if they’re coming back after reloading on lightning bolts.

Humans need names. Why? People always ask. Like, usually right away. Turned out that the river I plunged into was the Jordan River. And, you know, I used to be a church. So, I tell people to call me Jordan Church.

I’m sort of in hiding now, but I’m really not sure if you can hide from Avenging Angels or if I still need to. Cultists would be more of a problem now though. I assume Molotov cocktails feel just terrible on human skin!

I write erotica because, as a human, I now have bills to pay. I used to be a building and now I have to pay to live in one! Oh, how I have fallen.

I chose erotica because it fascinates me. Hey, I’m only human!

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About the Series: Teen Lesbians Taking Over
Teen dominant lesbian seductress Mindy Short has a wonderful freshly tamed live in lesbian sex pet for her dorm room. However, Mindy learns school administration set up Cara to live with her to be a "good example" and, now that Mindy has control over Cara, administration may want to expel Mindy from the college. What's a teen lesbian seductress to do? Luckily the administrator in question is unquestionably one hottie of a MILF with a hot young adult daughter at home as well. Mindy decides she wants more pets and more control over her college life. The MILF administrator would make an excellent start. She also has a lovely lactating administrative assistant and that administrative assistant has another hot female boss, an African-American woman. Mindy thinks it sure would be nice to have them all as her personal obedient sex pets. Mindy isn't sure if she can pull it off. However, Mindy is going to give it the old college try and work much harder at it than her studies!

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