Warning: This contains subject matter that some would find offensive. Blasphemy included.

A blasphemy fantasy might scare some, but I am the kind of girl who finds the spiritual side of life taboo. Growing up, having my knuckles whacked with a ruler, and my soul said to be going to Hell. I don’t scare easy, and I have my dress picked out for my first dance with the Devil.

Sighing out, it was Sunday morning, and I had missed Mass again. It was becoming a sad routine for me. I had even laid out a dress, heels, and stockings on the chair by the bed. Of course, my bible rested on the top of that pile. I never go to church without it. Through the pages, I have written in the side notes, but I added pictures to go along with the verses I love.

A temptress can lead a Man to temptation. One look into her eyes, and she will force you from grace and be your guide to Hell. My notes in this area come with pictures that show acts of blasphemy and whispers of how the Devil’s temptations taunt us.

As I sat on the edge of the bed, my long red nails traveling through the pages of ancient times. I got lost for a moment in my latest blasphemy fantasy.

“Sister Mary Catherine, what are you doing inside of there for so long?”

The young Nun had been in the confessional for an hour now, the line outside growing. On the cusp of the holy season. The church had been preparing for the influx of parishioners.

Settled back in the tiny wooden room, the prayer candle now worked in and out of her holy hole. On the other hand, Father Jacob had blown four loads inside the small confines of the booth. What would happen if found?

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a day since my last confession, and last night, I did something horrible. I am ashamed and need forgiveness for my sins.”

Father Jacob had since pulled his dick from beneath the robe. The bible now on the floor and collecting drops of his precum on the pages. Fluid leaked as he stroked and listened to the new Nun tell her about her miss deeds and failures.

“I left my room at 3 am to get a drink of water from the kitchen. Walking by Father Michael’s room, I heard the sounds of lust. He was calling out for women. Vile words came from his room, and I thought I could help him. Help him sleep through the suffering.”

She went on to tell of how she entered the room and found him pounding away at his fist. He was jerking off and calling out all the names of the Nuns in the parish. Her hand was now rubbing her clit hard, soaking her fingers to the knuckles.

“Sister Mary Catherine, please! People are waiting for this room!”

The Mother Superior was getting quite agitated with her. She needed to confess what she had done with the Father and how she had lived out her blasphemy fantasy.

“Father, he was in so much pain. His penis engorged with fluids. I tried to help by stroking him. My fingers were wrapping around the thick, elongated shaft. The more I pumped, the harder he got. That’s when he suggested I place him in my mouth and take communion from him.”

The Father was now stroking harder as the Nun explained the events of her first blow job. How she tried so hard, but couldn’t get him to blow a load.

“At first, I licked him. Long strokes up and down his cock. Then he suggested that I take him deep into my mouth. I almost cried when his hand forced my head down. He was so hard and beastly. His member was raging.”

She massaged over her wetness, forcing the candle in and out of her pussy. She was supposed to be a virgin, but the night before had taken that. Losing t her virginity to the Father who she tried to help the night before. The white pillar candle that she now used still had traces of red staining.

As I sat on the bed writing this, I knew that I would be going to Hell in the afterlife. How could I not? Everything about this was wrong, but I could see it all in my mind while writing it.

“Father Michael was in horrible pain. He asked me to place him inside of my womanhood. To allow his cock to break my bindings with God. I wore my wedding ring as I grabbed his cock. When I wrapped my fingers around him and inserted him in the seal, I felt my finger burning. I know that God was watching me and casting stones on me. Oh, god, Father Jacob, I allowed him inside of me fully!”

The Father in the booth coaxed to her to go on. She knew he was jerking off. She could hear his hand rubbing over his dick. He was bringing himself to orgasm after orgasm with her dirty words.

“I’m scared, though, Father. He pushed all the way in and relieved himself. Told me I would be carrying his baby now. A child would be inside of me, and I would have to hide it from the others. How, Father, how can I hide his child? I can’t do this. I wanted to help him, and he gave me a baby.”

Her words stopped as she finally came. She knew she was pregnant with his child and that blasphemy fantasy made her pussy squirt. Sister Mary Catherine had come where there should never be filth.”

Replacing the candle on the wall and pulling her robe down, the young Nun still flush-faced and ran from the room. She told them she was ill and had fallen asleep in the arms of the lord. Of course, no one can fault her for that. Jesus is where she should feel safe.

Exhaling deep, my hand slide into the dresser to my right. My favorite dildo now in my hands. If I couldn’t go to church, I would pray at home. Taking the rosary bead from the nightstand, I dipped them in lube and bead, by bead, I slid them into my asshole. Only the cross was showing when done. It rested on my asshole and tickled a little.

The bible laying now on my stomach, I shivered from the power behind it. I know the words hold so much to them that instead of watching porn, I held the book up and read. Hell is where I was going when I slid that dick inside of me. That fake one that felt like a dagger plunging into my core. How deviant can one fall before worried? I will let you know when I find out.

“Our Father, thou art in heaven.”

She moaned out. The words never held a lot of meaning until now. I was soaking wet from this. I was saturated so much that the tiny replica of Jesus that hung out of my ass made wet slaps. Would God forgive me for this one? Would he chalk it all up to a blasphemy fantasy? Or would he shove me down to the fire pits of Hell and let me rot?

Clenching my cheeks around the threaded beads, my cunt exploded into a river of lust. Not before I placed the bible between my legs and caught all the splattering juices. I have never in my life came with that intensity or power. All I needed was for the control of Christ to compel me. Shaking as I laid in the bed of body fluids, lust, and sin, I couldn’t quite understand how I came that intense and how Sister Mary Catherine had affected me that deep. Was my blasphemy fantasy taking my soul?

Fear is what I use to feel from a blasphemy fantasy, but something inside of me changed. I now feel as though it is the one thing that makes me feel the most alive. Realizing that I have already sealed my fate could be the reason. My spot on the throne of Hell is waiting for me. No longer will I fear what controls me. I will embrace it. I know that I am never going to heaven, so why fight it?

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Everyone keeps a little secret from their significant other from time to time, right? What is they are the desire to live a bisexual life? Should they tell her or him? Living a sexless life at any age can make the mind wander from time to time. The wife is the old term they used, frigid. She closed that refrigerator door long ago and padlocked it. So, what is a man to do?

SPOIL GYSPY

Porn and phone sex have become a lifesaver, but there is still something inside stirring. The need for a cock. At first it was curiosity, and then a craving. Now though, nothing will satisfy this need other than a big dick. This is where fantasy comes to play. Late at night when he sits in the basement watching porn, the daydreaming comes in.

Another night of nothing. I swear that bitch knows what she’s doing. Walking from the shower to the bed naked is cruel. She’s still a good-looking woman with a nice body but refuses to allow me even a touch. God forbid I suggested sex. Now, I tell her goodnight and retreat to the one place where I don’t have to fake my bisexual desires. The basement. My mancave became the only place I can enjoy my own sexuality without her calling me a pervert or shutting me down. She is the reason I call niteflirt girls.

Scanning through different ads, I came across one that caught my eye. M4M discrete relationship for sexual fun. What the hell? I called it and after talking and exchanging a photo of our cocks, I invited him over. I made sure to tell him to enter through the basement door. It was risky, but one I was willing to take. My own cock was rock hard and leaking even before he arrived.

A small knock on the door brought me back to reality, and I was shocked when I opened it. This man didn’t look the type, but then again, neither do I. Both of us in a sexless relationship, this would be perfect. He was about 6ft, dark hair, fit, and I could already see the outline of his cock in his pants. I was salivating for a taste but needed to be respectful. I do remember one thing from the call. He’s very alpha and would take the lead in our bisexual relationship. I’m good with that since it’s my first time.

This man, I will call him David, walked in with one thing on his mind. This he needed to get off, and I would be the one who did that. No small talk or chit chat, playing at home is dangerous, so we arranged that we would get right to the point. He wanted his cock sucked, and I always had the desire to swallow another man’s cum. No sooner was the door closed then I dropped to my knees, tugged his zipper down, and almost choked at the size. The picture didn’t do him justice at all. An 8 inch, thick, cut cock right there in my face waiting for me to make cum.

First, I stroked him, but knew that would never be enough. He could do that at home. Leaning in, the tip of my tongue rimmed the head, saliva already pouring down my chin.

“Suck my fucking dick,” David demanded.

Placing his hand on the back of my head, David fed me that dick. At first, I gagged when the head hit the back of my throat, and then, I swallowed. Fuck, this wasn’t gross or hard at all. My mouth sliding down his pole like I had sucked dick all my life. Gulping and swallowing, my tongue worshipped that dick. His precum tasted so fucking good. I knew when he fed me the real stuff, I would get addicted quick. Working my hand to my zipper, I pulled my cock out, stroking. My wife never made me as hard as I am right now.

“Be a good faggot and make me cum,” David laughed.

God, was I a faggot, or was this a bisexual dream? At that point I didn’t care. David fucked my mouth, and I pumped my dick. The moment I felt the swell in his shaft and the first spray of hot cum, I squirted all over the floor. Grunting and moaning, David pushed the head down my throat filling my stomach with its first load of cum. I didn’t even gag. His cum super sweet, I knew I could become addicted to this act. Well, until what he told me about next time. I will keep that a little secret though. I’m twitching thinking about how he will feel.

Let me know if you want more of this bisexual daydream.

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I almost turned lesbian. My little epic tale of my sugar daddy took a new turn this weekend. He wanted me to go away to Vegas for a conference. Little did I know, he was going to share me with his wife. I’ve never met her till this weekend, and now, and I need to make this clear, I have never touched another woman, so this was a first for me.

When he asked me, I was a little put off because I don’t know what a woman wants from another woman. Instead of going in blind, I spent hours watching lesbian porn and learning how to pleasure a pussy. 

I’ve always been bisexual, but she could make me a lesbian.

This event was all set to make her feel like it was an accident, but he planned this affair. I don’t play with women, but she was an exception. He told me that she had a girlfriend in college, so he wanted to make it happen again for her. Arriving at their room wearing nothing but a long coat and a pair of heels, I couldn’t help but smile. She was a hot blond with big tits and a nice fat ass—sort of the mommy type, but the dirty mother. I’ve always preferred older men, so why not older women as well? 

We had a couple of bottles of wine before the clothes came off. My client sat in the corner and stroked his dick while I ate his wife better than he ever has. A woman doesn’t have to be a lesbian to eat pussy the right way. I learned that tonight. Mimicking what I saw on the screen, I crawled between her legs, nuzzling my nose against her sweet bald pussy. Now I know why men love it bald.

The scent alone was intoxicating.

She tasted like peaches and cream, and the moment my tongue collected its first dose of cream, I shivered with excitement. I don’t think there has been a more defining moment than the one where she screamed and forced my head into her dripping wet pie. Finding her clit was the second. I sucked that little bundle of nerves as though it was a magnificent cock. Licking, sucking, and slurping up her pending mess.

Sex toys laid out on the table, I picked a strap-on for my weapon of choice. I love using one on her husband, but his wife felt so much better. I lined the head up to her opening, slapping it until the cream splattered. She was so wet that my thighs soaked from the cascade of pussy juices. 

“Fuck me, of god, please fuck me,” she screamed. 

I pounded her pussy with such a force that the bed moved, and the headboard hit the wall. My sugar daddy sat in the corner with his dick in his hand, pouting that he never heard his wife react like this.

That didn’t stop him from stroking his cock. He pumped and tugged while I thrust and jackhammer his wife into a wild frenzy of orgasmic bliss. Her body shaking beneath me, I pressed my lips to hers, and we ended the night with our tongue completing an erotic dance and her husband getting a messy hand. I almost feel guilty that he paid for this fuck fest. Almost. Click the link below to find the exact scent. God, that was intoxicating.

peaches and cream

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