Jean Sumrall
Bio
I have led an amazing life with many varied interests including loving road trips, being a professional belly dancer, hand carving selenite, providing wise woman advice and intuitive readings for current problems. I love my life. Do you?
Stories (27/0)
The Thunderbird Tattoo
THE THUNDERBIRD TATTOO Commitment to Spirit January of 2017, I had been hearing the call of Spirit for a while. I tried to ignore it, but it persisted like a nagging wife. The voice kept telling me it was time for me to commit to living a more spiritual life. My resistance was based on the simple fact that I had no idea what that meant. Granted, the life I was living wasn’t sinful, but it was absolutely boring to me. I was enslaved to a housecleaning business that I had started only to make my fiancé happy at the time. It was now 25 married years later and I needed something to change in my life.
By Jean Sumrall3 years ago in Longevity
The Initiation
Novadeena walked with her daughter to the Temple of the Divine Feminine. She glanced at her daughter, wondering what she was thinking. Was she nervous about her training? Did she have any fear about the sacred wisdom and sexual knowledge that awaited her within the inner chambers of the temple? I should have spoken more to her about this, Novadeena realized. Now it was too late, too late to share her own experiences within the depths of this holy structure.
By Jean Sumrall4 years ago in Filthy
Sophia and the Pool Boy
Lucas tried to keep his mind on cleaning the pool but the blond woman drinking coffee on the patio had captured his attention. A low hedge kept him seeing all of her, but what he could see, he wanted. She was wearing a low-cut top and her long hair was in a ponytail. He knew she was the new house sitter and would be there for a month keeping an eye on the estate while the owners were in Africa on safari.
By Jean Sumrall4 years ago in Filthy
The Threesome
The bar was crowded in the classic Victorian home that had been remodeled into a bed and breakfast. Sitting in a corner near the fireplace, a lone guitarist played a variety of love songs while a couple slow danced near him. The patrons were a mix of locals, guests and vacationers. Behind the bar were two mixologists; a sexy, stacked blond woman and an equally sexy, well-built man. They served up drinks, sexual innuendos, and flirtatious comments to all who sat at the bar.
By Jean Sumrall4 years ago in Filthy
Schoolhouse Sex
The early morning air was invigorating. In the pre-dawn light, Hannah groomed her horse in the breezeway of the stable. Sheba, a four-year old roan mare, quietly munched her breakfast of sweet feed and alfalfa pellets from a bucket. She had no idea of the long day ahead of her to the Manzana School House and back. The building was over 100 years old and built by the early settlers in the area.
By Jean Sumrall4 years ago in Filthy
The Man in the Black Corvette
Samiya and Nagwa sat at a table sipping a beer they had split. Customers were beginning to come into the Greek restaurant where they performed a belly dance show every Friday night. They both took notice of the sleek, black Corvette that pulled into the parking lot. The driver maneuvered it into a spot and got out.
By Jean Sumrall4 years ago in Filthy
**For Ladies Only**
Imagine if you will, there is a knock on your door. You peek out the peephole to see who it is. You’re pleasantly surprised! There’s a hunk of a man standing far enough back from the door to reveal his lean torso, and oh-so-handsome face. He is wearing a smile that causes your insides to quiver. He holds up an envelope in his hands so you can see it.
By Jean Sumrall4 years ago in Filthy
Love Is Blind
The bedroom was softly lit with candles and the musky scent of incense drifted on the air. Silk sheets covered the mattress, providing some cooling relief from the hot afternoon heat of the fading day. The blankets were lying on the floor, no longer needed.
By Jean Sumrall4 years ago in Filthy
Sex on the Grass
I was nervous as he turned the truck onto a dirt road that led deep into the national forest. I was about to begin a driving lesson on back-roading. Pulling over to the side of the road, he got out and so did I. He met me as I walked around to the driver side and kissed me deeply. I was also nervous and excited because I knew that as some point, we would make love.
By Jean Sumrall4 years ago in Filthy
