Chimes of Passion

Ron and Pete understood. They put on their clothes and walked slowly towards the entrance into the church. Ron opened the door and an almost blinding ray of sunlight penetrated into the chambers. It was springtime, and, for the five vacationing students, the renewals had only just begun.

Note from the author:

I’m Joe Mudak and I just want to take a moment to thank you for reading Chimes of Passion. I hope you enjoyed the decadent tale contained within. If you did, please look for more Joe Mudak stories. Please feel free to send me a message at [email protected]. You can also follow me on Twitter at @JoeMudak or “like” me on Facebook.

Thank you.

Joe

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Psycho Sexy

The Endless Honeymoon

Sinnerella

Assets Under Management

Piece of Ass from a Hole in the Ground

Voices Trapped in Yearning

Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Tight

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Women’s Lubrication Movement

There’s a Lap for That!

The Itty Bitty Titty Committee

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Wetness Protection Program

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Petal Power

The Lustful Meme

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