#Mssionary

[scotianostra]

Mary Slessor, the Scottish missionary, was born on this day in 1848 in Aberdeen.

It's only the past few years that interest has grown in Slessor, thanks mainly to The Clydesdale Bank honouring her memory on their £10 note

Mary was the second of seven children of Robert and Mary Slessor. Her father, originally from Buchan, was a shoemaker by trade. In 1859, the family moved to Dundee in search of work. Robert Slessor was an alcoholic and, unable to keep up shoemaking, took a job as a labourer in a mill. Her mother was a skilled weaver and went to work in the mills. At the age of eleven, Mary began work as a "half-timer" in the Baxter Brothers' Mill, meaning she spent half of her day at a school provided by the mill owners and the other half working for the company.The Slessors lived in the slums of Dundee. Mary's father and both brothers died of pneumonia, leaving behind only Mary, her mother, and two sisters By age fourteen, Mary had become a skilled jute worker and worked 12 hour shifts to help support her family.

Her mother was a devout Presbyterian who read each issue of the Missionary Record, a monthly magazine published by The United Presbyterian Church (later the United Free Church of Scotland) to inform members of missionary activities and needs. Slessor developed an interest in religion and when a mission was instituted in Quarry Pend (close by the Wishart Church), she wanted to teach. Slessor was 27 when she heard that David Livingstone, the famous missionary and explorer, had died and decided she wanted to follow in his footsteps.

Eventually, Slessor applied to the United Presbyterian Church's Foreign Mission Board. After training in Edinburgh, she set sail in the SS Ethiopia on 5 August 1876, and arrived at her destination in West Africa just over a month later.

She was a tough working class,woman, who was able to penetrate the interior of Nigeria and reach tribes who were so hostile to the white invaders that the men who had attempted the task before her had been murdered.

Although considered unconventional by Europeans, and certainly determined in character, she became a genuine peace-maker in numerous ways. She established schools and became well known in her struggle to reverse the practice of condemning twin babies to death. She fought for the acceptance of the small-pox vaccinations amongst the local people. She certainly served as an able fore-runner to the many church planters that followed her to Nigeria.

She gained such respect that at times she was called upon to act as a judge to help settle disputes between tribes. Mary Slessor wasn’t just there to spread Christianity and didn’t gain great numbers of converts but as a Christians peacemaker and human rights reformer she was an unparalleled success.

Like her fellow Scot, David Livingstone, she was considered unconventional by European standards. Slessor lived amongst the people in a mud hut, certainly unusual for western missionaries at the time.

The British colonial authorities respected her, and called upon her for help, actually funding some of her projects – but they were also exasperated by her: she had somehow freed herself from the European obsession with time keeping and therefore kept very irregular and unpredictable hours.

But she much loved by the local Efik peoples, was fluent in their language and genuinely adapted her life to serve them. She was named ‘The Mother of all Peoples’ by the locals, there are statues, memorials and reminders of Mary all over Nigeria.

If you ant to know more check out this web page from the Mary Slessor Foundation http://maryslessor.org/mary-slessor/

[twistersobsessed]

more scott and boone please!!! thank youuuuu

Scott & Boone | NSFW Headcanons

Boone

Boone loves like a dog

He’s a giver, through and through

He’s typically the dominant party, but sometimes he’ll let you ride him, and he looks up at you with these big brown eyes full of reverence; he worships you

Gives absolutely phenomenal head, prefers giving to receiving but he’s definitely not one to complain if you want to suck him off

Has a thing for marking you up with hickies and bites; he’s possessive and loves to show people who you belong to

Lowkey a turn on for him when people point out the hickies he’s given you in their YouTube comments

While Boone is the dominant one in bed, he’s much more focused on worshiping your body than actually dominating you

He gets off on your pleasure

His favorite positions are ones where he can see your face; he likes to be able to watch your expressions of pleasure

He’s not incredibly kinky, he’s one to make love rather than have sex

He’s turned on by the sounds you make as he pleasures you, as well as you begging; he loves to listen to you beg

Sometimes he’ll tease you but he can never stand to do it for long, he always gives in

Makes sure you cum before he does

Hates condoms; he wants to feel you to the fullest, and there’s something especially intimate to him about cumming inside

Boone is all about eye contact; it embarasses you sometimes

Unfortunately, you’re usually having sex in motels and the walls are thin so you have to keep quiet, which sucks for Boone because he likes to hear you moan, but he stuffs his bandana in your mouth to muffle you and it’s almost equally as hot

He’s a tits man and he loves sucking titty

Has lowkey called you mommy before

Scott

This man loves to dominate, but he’s a soft dom

100% talks you through it, this man is mouthy in bed; a healthy mix of praise and degration

He has a size kink; how could he not, he’s 6’4

Likes giving head just as much as he likes receiving it

You’ve tried 69ing but you both get sloppy from pleasure so you tend to give head one at a time now

His favorite position is either mssionary or the mating press

Scott has a breeding kink, he never uses condoms

Even if you’re on birth control this man insists on trying to get you pregnant

I’m talking he’ll finish in you, pull out, and fuck the cum back into you with his fingers

Makes you overstimulated every time, but manages to pull at least one mind-blowing orgasm first

Scott’s the kind of a guy to press his hand down on your lower stomach while he fucks you and it makes you cry out every single time

He’s a tits man like Boone and loves to suck on them

Loves fingering you; no particular reason why he just really enjoys it, sometimes he’ll do it to you in the car while he’s driving and you’re in the passenger seat

Calls you “baby,” “honey,” “sweetheart,” and “princess”

Kisses you while you cum and while he cums, but he’s a pro at making you cum together

Loves to lick his fingers clean after fingering you, making direct eye contact while doing so

Sometimes he enjoys hitting it from the back so he can watch your ass, he’s not strictly a tits man

Doesn’t allow it often because he’s so dominant, but once in a while lets you ride him and looks up at you with stars in his eyes

[maatejaaz]

Wish I could be made to cum all over my face while in mssionary or whatever piledriver position is and after I've made my mess, get moved to doggy in front of a mirror so I get to see the mess I made without being able to look anywhere else.

[2facehusband]

Royal and Lapis 🟦

Royal: What’s your favourite position?

can i be completely vanilla for a second and say missionary. i cannot look people in the eyes under normal circumstances but i could do it while getting railed to an inch of my life. i like emotionally intense shit and mssionary is like. the best way to do that. i wanna look at my partner and have them look at me :)

Lapis: What’s your best fantasy?

am i gonna get sued for saying its getting obliterated by the fictional man im in love with. ideally it's missionary, i get pinned to the bed by my throat and the other person cums in me at least once while perhaps telling me theyll slash my tires if i try leaving them :) i am normal and have normal thoughts!

[sugugasm]

A FAVOR — ft. scaramouche

♱ babysitting for scaramouche ends with a treat.

CW : fem! reader, dominant scaramouche, bimbo reader, age gap ꒰ scara is 35 and reader is 21 ꒱ miss reader is a little seductress. mssionary, use of profanity and pet names. <> hiii, so so sorry this took so long. i hit a road block but i’m back now !! special thank you to my lovely anon who requested this scenario <33 i hope you enjoy ! interactions are sweet.

babysitting hasn’t always been your dream job.

with bratty children talking your ear off all day, you wouldn’t exactly say you enjoyed your occupation.

but it paid well and shit, you were living pretty lavishly. not only did it pay the bills but it paid for your pretty attire—kinda like the dress you wore now. pink and snug— something you knew would get the attention of no other than scaramouche, your boss.

the man was a ceo and a colleague to many, but to you— he was just sweet, handsome scaramouche. a man who always made sure to compliment you whenever you entered his home to fulfill your duties as a nanny for his son. they were one of the few families you didn’t mind getting a phone call from.

you sat pretty on his velvet couch, awaiting his destined arrival due to a text you’d gotten a few hours ago from a worried scaramouche. he was suddenly ordered into work by his partner due to a mix up made by one of their employees. of course being the man he is, he had no choice but to go.

the familiar sound of keys dangling grasped your attention as you watched scaramouche lazily walk through the door of his penthouse. he looked at ease, and his tie was a lot more loosened than it was when he’d left. the slacks that gripped his thighs showcased how toned his legs were, and you couldn’t forget the bulge that threatened to bust from his zipper.

“i appreciate you coming by on such short notice. i didn’t know i’d get called in so late to the office, but y’know how it is.” he announces, quickly lowering his voice when he realizes his son is asleep on the couch next to you. he smiles, walking over to ruffle the kiddo’s hair before scooping him in his arms.

“it’s no problem at all, mr. scaramouche. he was an angel as always.”

he nods at you briefly before heading upstairs to put his son to bed. a short while later, you heard his heavy footsteps approaching you again. only this time, his suit jacket had been removed and his button up was slightly open.

his appearance almost made you drool. even for his age, you could see he was a handsome man. the guy was built like he wasn't years and years older than you— lean and fit like no tomorrow, you had to give him his props.

“wanna’ take a picture instead? it’ll last longer,” he jokes and you avert your attention back to reality. you quickly shun his kind eyes and look away.

“well, could you blame me, sir?” as you give him a rather innocent look, you adjust your posture, the pretty dip of your spine causing him to lick his bottom lip.

scaramouche wasn't a moron. he could see right through your antics. this wasn't the first time he'd noticed you staring at him, and he had a feeling it wouldn't be the last. although he knew this would be far from protocol, he couldn’t deny your beauty. you were just so pretty and sweet. it was a curse that you were able to take such good care of his son. if you weren’t he’d have no issues letting you go, but he had to tough it out.

“i’m flattered, darling. but i’m far too old for you to be crushin’ on.” he says, a chuckle leaving his lips. he undid the cufflinks around his wrists before pulling out his wallet.

“how much i owe ya’ ?” he asks and you smirk. what scaramouche didn’t know, was that you had something else in mind — a payment far more entertaining than a few lousy hundreds.

“how about you give me a kiss and we’ll call it even?”

scaramouche could’ve laughed in your face, but instead he just shakes his head and hands you two, crisp hundred dollar bills. you fold your arms across your chest, pushing up your already plumped tits directly in his view.

“don’t be coy, sir. i see your wandering eyes too.” you take a step closer, wrapping his tie around your finger. looking up at his tall stance, you pull him closer and his lips nearly graze your own.

“i think you’re too far in over your head, pretty. you wanna’ fuck and then what? become a little stepmommy to my kid, huh?”

“no. i just think you deserve a break, scaramouche. let me help you,” you whine. you were a bit closer to him now, your nipples pressing against his chest sending a chill down both your spines.

to be fair, you weren’t all the way wrong here. scaramouche was a hardworking, single dad. he rarely ever had time to get a good fuck in here and there. it was always either home or the office— no in between. he’d be a fool to bypass your successful attempt at the art of seduction.

there was nothing else he needed to hear. the feeling of scaramouche sweeping you from your feet and into his master bedroom shut you up completely. although the world was spinning around you, the dominance he quickly grasped on to put a damp mark in your panties.

he was attacking your lips, sucking and pulling at them as if he were a hungry man— and he was. you two were sharing a messy kiss; a type of kiss scara hadn’t felt in what seemed like ages.

“your lips taste so good,” he breathes, pulling away from your swollen mouth, “i bet that pussy tastes better, huh?”

you giggle, “wanna’ find out, sir?” testing the man, he sends a small pat to your thigh and begins to nip at your neck. with the amount of pressure being sent to your sweet spot, you knew you’d most definitely be waking up to a bruise in the morning.

“sir. i like that. keep it up.”

you ran a hand past the bulge in his slacks, gently grasping it in your palm, “do i get a reward?”

“we’ll see.”

scaramouche chuckles a deep laugh and gives you one last peck. by now, his pants had been unzipped by you and the only thing left to remove was his underwear and button up shirt. a small section of his chest could be seen through your lustful eyes, eager to rip the fabric to shreds just to get a better look at him.

“let’s make somethin’ clear,” he says. your back met the bedding as you paid close attention to the man. he had nothing but determination on his face and you had to admit, it was a picture you loved seeing, “i’m gonna’ teach you to take everything given to you and you’re gonna’ listen. can you do that for me, yn?”

you mouthed a quick ‘yes’ and spread your legs as wide as they could go. scaramouche smiles at your keen effort and moves to touch at your damp underwear. coincidentally, the wet patch in your panties was in the same spot as your clit.

scaramouche’s fingers worked their magic ; small circles tickling a spot that was just right. you could squirm at how much attention the small bud was getting, but you decided going against his rule of ‘listening’ wouldn’t be that beneficial for either of you.

“fuck me already, scara— i’m tired of waiting.” your complaints didn’t exactly bring the happiest expression to the man’s face; his eyes narrowing down at you as he began to unzip his slacks. the thud sound of his cock hitting his abdomen almost knocked the wind out of you.

scaramouche was big; most definitely on the longer side, giving you a small sense of worry. not only did he have length, but a bit of curve to it as well— capable of hitting any and every spot possible.

“oh, don’t look so timid now. you talk a lot, funny i’m leavin’ you speechless right now.” positioning himself between your thighs scaramouche kindly pulls your panties to the side like once before. he tapped his cock against your pretty clit— chuckling at the small whimpers you let out a bit louder than intended.

when your eyes met his, you almost felt irritated by how slowly he was starting the process. however, this only made you feel more libido. he had a way of capturing your attention that seemed effortless. he was a fantastic man, regardless of your sexual desires. a part of you secretly hoped that this joy wouldn't be a temporary temptation.

scaramouche held a defined look on his face as he sat his cock directly on top of your stomach. he moved his hips as if he were inside you, just casually gliding his length on your skin. it almost seemed as if he was trying to see how far he’d fit inside of you.

“gonna’ treat this pussy so well, sweet girl.” anticipation ran through your veins making you use both hands to help spread your cunt. scaramouche had a grin on his face as he slid inside of you slowly.

warm.

it was the only word he could use to describe the feeling of your cunt around him. you were so wet, making it easier for him to guide himself in. he had his hands pressed against the back of your thighs— your knees to your chest.

“oh my—fuck! scaramouche,“ you suck in a harsh breath as grip on to his forearms. you were pretty sure a crescent mark would imprint on his skin due to your nails digging for support. his movements were sharp and exaggerated— taking his cock all the way out and pushing it all the way back in again, a bulge forming in your tummy.

scaramouche moves his hands from your thighs to your stomach, pressing down with minimal pressure— but still enough to make you feel a more intense sensation in your lower belly.

“look at you, takin’ me like a slut. you’re so nasty, baby,” he laughs, and you moan in response, “you look so fuckin’ beautiful.”

his roaming hands could now be felt on your neck. you spread your quivering thighs further apart, this way, giving him more work to get to work. with the hands wrapped around your neck, scaramouche began fucking into you again.

“c’mon, sweetheart. take it like a good girl,” he says, using your throat as leverage while moving in and out of you. he split you open with his cock and let out a groan feeling you clamp around him. scaramouche lowered his head down to seal your lips with a kiss, biting and sucking on your bottom lip in heat.

“scara—“

the man shushes you with one powerful stroke to your pussy, making your eyes drift shut, “kunikuzushi,” he utters and your eyebrows furrow.

“kunikuzushi, my first name. i wanna’ hear it come out of that pretty mouth of yours when you cum.” he said it so casually. being in the employee guidelines was far from your concerns, but his first name? you wondered if he was on a power trip.

“kuni— please don’t stop.”

“you must want me to cum, huh?” he taunts, his thumb coming up to your bottom lip. you felt like it was almost an instinct as you took his thumb into your mouth and began suckling at it. scaramouche bit down on his bottom lip, almost getting harder at the image. “you wanna’ cum too? your cunt’s squeezin’ me so tight. i can feel it, just give it to me why don’t ya’?”

you were sweaty and a bit sticky, but you could care less. you threw your head back with a pretty grin on your face as scaramouche held on to you tightly. the levels your whimpers and cries had begun to rise and he had no choice but to kiss your plumped lips to muffle the rukus.

“are you gonna’ cum on me, angel? you wanna’ make a mess for me?” with your feet dangling by his ears and your legs cramping, you’d normally feel like tapping out— but your were close. close enough that if he said one last thing you would feel it bubbling over—

“cum for me, baby. c’mon, you can do it.”

and just like that, scaramouche could feel your slick coating his cock. the moan you let out was almost concerning, because when you came, you came hard. you squeezed him for everything he had with the intention of being filled.

“need it in me sir! please, please, kuni!”

scaramouche hearing that sentence fall from your lips was all he needed to cross that line. “fuck, princess. ah- i’m gonna’ cum.”

not long after, his strokes became sloppy and his grunts gradually grew louder. each movement was followed by small curses under his breath as he poured his all into you— literally. scaramouche continued to fuck into your hole until there was nothing left to give you.

“shit, yn. that was amazing. i’m proud of you, you took it like a champ.”

you giggle as he pulls out of your pussy, dick still a bit hard by just watching the remainder of his cum spill out of you. sharing a small glance once again, he then proceeds to place gentle kisses all over your face and neck.

“not bad for someone who was too far in over their head huh?” you ask, wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace. scara’s bare chest pressed up against yours, the feeling of your hardened nipples greeting his own.

the two of you laid there together for what felt like hours before you got the urge to begin your journey back to your apartment. by now, scaramouche had drifted off to sleep— the sound of your breathing and your natural scent sending him into a daze.

quietly wriggling your way out of his grasp, you slip on your clothing worn a few hours prior. as you scurried to finish, the sound of scaramouche’s groggy voice startled you. “leavin’ so soon?” he mumbles, stretching his limbs and ruffling his hair a bit.

“did you want me to stay?”

in the darkness of the room, you could see scaramouche’s fingers usher you back to the comfy bed. he pats the pillow next to him twice and waits for you to fill the space.

“i let you be big spoon. there’s no way you’re leavin’ me that easily.” he smiles when he hears a small laugh from you. once you finally take your place next to him, he whispers a small 'goodnight' into your shoulder before delicately kissing that same spot. the butterflies quietly flutter in your tummy, guiding you into a deep, well-needed, slumber.

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[whatisonthemoonarchive]

From Paul Perry’s website

When I join a group, I like to introduce myself briefly. So, I have prepared a quick synopsis of my life’s history, especially for groups of Unification Movement members.

Hi Group Members,

I have just been admitted into this group. I thought I should introduce myself. I do not want to lurk in curiosity, but rather let you know right away who I am, because some of your may know me.

My name is Paulo-Juarez Pereira, from Brazil. Some of you know me as Paul Perry–and the name itself is a story apart, which I hope to tell you some day. Some of you are already connected with me through Facebook and know about me. My former wife, Linda Lee Marchant Perry, passed away a few weeks ago, and since then I have been making efforts to reconnect again with my Unification friends.

Here is a brief account of my story in the Unification Church. I am a US Army Vietnam Veteran in the rank of First Lieutenant, Signal Corps. Prior to coming to the United States, I studied theology with the Carmelite priests, including in Rome, during Vatican II. How I came to the United States was pretty miraculous, but I came from Italy, not directly from Brazil–and it was mostly through my American Carmelite friends in Rome. When I arrived in the US, the Vietnam War was in progress. Having a green card, I was drafted and servd three years. I was in Vietnam in 1969-70.

The very first day that I went out in San Francisco, after having settled back from Vietnam, I encountered the Unification Church, and my admission ticket number to the event at the Foreign Student Center downtown San Francisco was called for a prize of a weekend trip to Booneville, where I heard three days of lecture, free of charge, since I had won the prize. I became a member in due course and felt the desire to go back to South America to take this message to them–but not to Brazil. I wanted to go to Argentina. But Mr. Sang Ik Choi in San Francisco advised me to go to Brazil instead–as part of a 5-member international outreach to Argentina, Venezuela, Mexico, Peru, and Brazil. Right about the same time (1972), TF arrived in the United States and began the work of consolidating the various missions into a national movement. The 5-member group scheduled to go to South America was asked to stop by Tarrytown for a seminar on Divine Principle, taught by Young Whi Kim, with daily speeches by TF.

In the evening of December 21, 1972, the five-member group going to Latin America met with TF and received instructions. I stayed in Tarrytown a few more weeks to help edit Father’s speeches for publication. I arrived in Brazil in January 1973 and began my mssionary work there, which lasted until 1977. During that time, I was blessed in Korea with the 1800 couples (1975). Missionaries from Korea and Japan joined me in Brazil; my family helped with the movement; and members joined from all over the Brazilian national territory. In 1977, having returned to the United States to attend the Unification Theological Seminary, I had the first of my three children with Linda Lee Marchant Perry.

After concluding the UTS program in 1979, I was briefly in a doctoral program in religious education, but abandoned that and began working with CARP and eventually with CAUSA, having a chance to travel throughout most of Latin America. Having ended that work, I and a Unification Thought member from Japan edited and published “Explaining Unification Thought” and “The End of Communism.” I divorced my ex-wife in 1997 and moved away from New York to New Mexico, later to California. Not long after the divorce and already away from New York City, I met and married someone, not associated with the Unification Movement, to whom I am married until today. I live in Michigan. I have a master’s in German and Spanish. I am currently exploring a doctorate in education. For work, I teach Portuguese and German and do language services in Portuguese. I have three cats and two dogs, including an Anatolian Shepherd. I am the treasurer for a Vietnam Veterans of America chapter in Ann Arbor, Michigan. My wife and I enjoy long walks with our two dogs. For spirituality, both my wife and I are former Catholics, and we do various forms of volunteer work. I teach the Principle of Creation through the cares of the body. Just the other day two women from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints talked to me about their church, and I said, “I will not convert, but I love sincere members of all religions and would like to work together in common projects.” They liked the idea.

https://paulojuarezpereira.com/for-unification-groups/