answering your emails - wheeling & dealing

My sincere Greetings to you in the sweet name of Jesus Christ.

I am very happy to see you in my prayer however we do not know to each other and living in a far away countries.

my name is George Velpula and living at Andhra Pradesh in India. Would you please allow me to share some more words with you?

Once upon a time, I was a Cruel, Thief and misused the Christians and Chain smoker and great sinner but I came to the saving knowledge of God by his grace!

One day a Christian friend forced me to attend a small Christian meeting but I attended unwillingly. There I heard a great message from the Bible (Mark 7:20-23and 2nd. Corin.5:17). I so trembled there by hearing the message and felt that God spoke to me. Then I so became interested to know more about God so I bought a small New Testament and read a many times carefully and realized that I was a great sinner and need to be saved. I found the saviour in the words and confessed all my sins and accepted Jesus Christ into my life then I was baptized by immersion according to the Bible ( Acts 2:38, 41, 8:38-39 and Mark 16:16). And I got great joy which I never had been.

Now God gave me a noble job of preaching the word of God, and winning souls for his kingdom. I am preaching and teaching the word of God to theTribals , Muslims , Hindus and Other back-word communities in the Un-reached areas which do not have Electricity and proper roads. I have no any Travel facilities and I walk several miles every day to preach the word of God.

It is my humble request to you if possible, please do help me to have a small two wheeler (a bicycle or small two wheeler to reach and preach the Good News in more villages every week. it is a only request not command. if you are able kindly do so(Gal.6:9).Have mercy on us You may kindly send your kind hearted gift by Western Union money transfer outlet and when you send please let me know its secret number.
And we are going to bed without food many a times. We trust in God that he will provide for us. Please pray for my poor family and Ministry.

Looking forward to hear from you if possible soon,

Yours sincerely in his wondrous Mission,

George.Velpula

Evangelist.

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Dear Mr. Velpula,
Thank you for your interest in me. While I am flattered and somewhat humbled by your passion and servitude, I fear I am unable to concede to your request.

Galatians 6:9 teaches us that "And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not". 2 Corinthians 5:17 goes onto to state that "Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new".

I firmly believe that by the time this email has been sowed several times over and the faint of heart have not passed away, a new bicycle shall you reap by the vigour of your endevours.

Sincerely,
Djierke

in stripes

porn for friday - fire in the kitchen

anti-climatic climax (or replacing a faucet)

Two days and three trips to Canadian Tire to remove the old faucet. 15 minutes to install the new one. I felt cheated. A rather Anti-climatic finish to an arduous task that involved a Dremel, a plumber's wrench, pliers, WD-40, towels, deep sockets, ratchet extensions and a rather colourful sprinkling of profanities for good measure. The sparks were pretty, although the safety glasses didn't prevent singed hair. A good old fashion cap turned backwards did the trick.

She sucked my cock after wards. On her knees on the kitchen floor. In front of the window with the blinds open to allow the sun shine to fall upon the plants on the sill. And spill across her red hair. My cock was soft at first as she stroked it with her lips. It glistened with her spit and slid easily in and out of her mouth. Her eyes smouldered with a deep green fire that spoke of gratitude and lust. I didn't cum that time. I did later that night, exploding inside her as her thighs gripped my waist as tight as a wrestler's hold.

"Thank you Master", she whispered in my ear as I held her, our bodies shuddering in unison. I breathed in her hair and her scent from her neck. She dragged her nails down my back and dug them into the back of my thighs.
"I will keep you inside me tonight. Thank you"

salacious sunday - the psalms

Therefore my heart is glad, and my tongue rejoices.

My body shall also dwell in safety

Psalms, 16:9

porn for friday - spit or swallow?

blowjob, no service

salacious sunday - speaking in tongues

For if I pray in a tongue, my spirit prays, but my mind is unfruitful. 

So what shall I do?

I will pray with my spirit, but I will also pray with my mind;

I will sing with my spirit, but I will also sing with my mind.

1 Corinthians, 14:15

As in all the congregations of the saints, women should remain silent in the churches. They are not allowed to speak, but must be in submission, as the Law says

1 Corinthians, 33:34

porn for friday the 13th - double bubble

habit

The alarm clock warbled to life at the exact instance that my finger slipped into her cunt. She gasped. The darkness pressed down around us like a sheet. She pushed the edge of the comforter down and pulled her night dress up. Warm sinuous liquid flowed between my fingers. Her body stretched taut and I dipped my head towards her breast. Her engorged nipple fit perfectly between my teeth. I bit down and a groan escaped her lips. She pushed her breasts into my face. I slipped another finger inside her.

Last night she lay her head upon my lap as I settled myself next to her on the couch. She stroked my cock into erection, flicking her tongue across the creases of my foreskin. And when she was satisfied by it's hardness she slurped my length into her warm mouth. She sucked, she stroked, she rubbed and she nibbled. She licked the engorged head sending rivulets of pleasure down to my feet. I curled my toes and stretched as she slid her tongue up and down the glistening shaft. She pursed her lips and suckled the tip with a tantalizing rhythm that drummed a melody of longing along my scrotum. She moaned as the first drops of pre-cum trickled into her mouth. And when I finally climaxed, shooting bursts of my cum into her eager mouth, she stroked every ounce from me with her lips wrapped tight around my spasming member.

And as I closed my eyes in the dying throes of my climax, I traveled back to another day, another instance when she performed her craft of eroticism and passion in much the same manner. I remembered well patting her swollen cheek as my cock pressed against the inside of her mouth. The way her teeth grated ever so gently against the soft tissue along the underside. The way she swallowed my load as if it was life itself.

She is a habit that is hard to break

salacious sunday - the psalms

Yahweh, who shall dwell in your sanctuary?
Who shall live on your holy hill?
~The Psalms 15:1

porn for friday - it's a point of view

you will feel your manhood in the air

or inside your clown suit!

clean canvas

McDonald's claims to have a fresh cracked egg in every Egg McMuffin. What did they use before?

It is -18C. Wind chill factors are flirting with -30C. The cold has wrapped itself around the house and reached it's icy tendrils into the bed. I have managed to warm a small section under the covers with precious body heat. It's comfortable as long as I don't move my legs.

Tonight will be different. Tonight she will warm my bed for me. I will smile at her squeals as I do my rounds around the house. There will be hair to nestle into. Skin of her neck to breathe into. Soft breasts to cup. Nipples will prod gently into my palms. She will snuggle tight against my chest. I will press my cock against her ass and dribble on her. Marking my territory.

After two weeks, her skin will be white, pure, unmarred. Like a fresh canvas for an artist, she will lay her body before me for my perplexing creativity. Understood by so very few, accepted by less yet, I will perform and she will indulge.

For I am hers and she is mine. Within the darkness of my mind, she will hold the candle and we will dance, the dance macabre of perversions and the deviant. Flickering shadows bound forever, together.

cold? get a tan

salacious sunday - proverbs 3:15

She is more precious than rubies:
and all the things thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her.