On Nov 6, 3:36 am, "Richard K." > wrote:


> you just changed your clocks (tonight, Monday night)? You must have been an
> hour early for Mass on Sunday... Hopefully, that was enough time for you to
> confess all your sins to the padre before the service started.



A guy leaves a confession booth and walks out into the street
feeling cleansed in his soul. He is ready. He is free of sin. Lost
in the reverie of the moment he fails to see an advancing car and is
smashed to the ground. But he is still alive.

"I don't want to die", he mutters to himself in the same stupid
way lots of people mutter the same phrase when they know they're about
to go, as if God is going to pay special attention to them over others
in the same boat. But deep in his heart the guy knows he is ready,
having just emerged from the confession booth sin free.

The ambulance arrives. He thinks to himself maybe he will live
after alll. But he can tell there was something wrong inside his
body. Maybe he was bleeding internally. He sensed it. The
paramedics got out of the ambulance and approached. One was a young,
good-looking female with large breasts. She bent low over his face to
grab his arm to take his pulse, her tits slathered softly all over his
face. "Wow, these are the best tits ever", he thought to himself.

Then he remembered that lustful thoughts are a sin and could
keep him out of heaven, maybe deliver him to hell. He tried to block
the woman's tits from his mind. She had nice legs too. He wondered
why such a good looking woman would take such a low-brow job. (that's
right - low brow - I've known a few paramedics personally). He even
tried staring at the male paramedic's cock to diminish his own
burgeoning hard-on from driving even more lustful thoughts to his
flaming brain.

It was like that old car tuneup commercial where the auto
mechanic says, "You can pay now, or you can pay a lot more later, it's
up to you." It was heaven the guy wanted - one form or another - take
it now with the tits or later with streets paved with gold. He opted
for the tits. As she leaned forward again to adjust the blood
pressure cuff, her tits flopping all over his face, he tightened his
legs around his burgeoning cock and squeezed until he climaxed with
great enjoyment even as at that moment he felt death overtaking him.
His cock grew so huge from this once in a lifetime climax that his
cock burst clean through his pants right before it jolted and pulsated
and shot stream after stream of *** straight into the air as a crowd
of onlookers applauding while others looked away in fear or disgust.
It was the greatest orgasm of his life, and it wasn't just the tits,
it was the combination of cumming and dying at the same time.
Exquisite.

But also scary, for now he knew he was going to have to deal
with the judgment of God. Would it be an understanding God who would
let the guy's last-second mis-fire slide, or would it be a vengeful
God who maxes out on the dude and sends him to flaming hell forever?
The guy is dead and no one knows. After they die, those who were at
the accident scene will know. Wherever God sends them, if the guy is
there, they will know that God has sent him to the same place. If
he's not there, they will know he was sent to the other.

By the way, I jerked off after reading my post,
TJ