The good Christian values do not include porn, phone sex, adultery, or even masturbation. Wasting seed is not acceptable. (The Bible doesn’t explicitly mention masturbation, but it offers clear principles related to purity, lust, and self-control that guide believers in making decisions about sexual behavior. These teachings suggest that actions like masturbation, which can lead to lustful thoughts and behaviors, may be considered sinful.)

Leviticus 15:16-18 says if a man orgasms, on his own or with another person, he is unclean and must take a bath, then wait till sundown to be clean again.

What about nocturnal emissions? Deuteronomy 23:10-11 “If there is any man among you who becomes unclean by some occurrence in the night, then he shall go outside the camp; he shall not come inside the camp”.

By no means am I a Child of God, but what about losing everything to save your soul? In my belief system one is able to self satisfy for the sheer need of pleasure. I am a daily masturbator, so does that mean I am going to hell? According to some, yes, but then again, I am not violating an uninvited couch along the way.

According to the thinking of some is that the world has lost it’s Christian values and we must get them back. I believe that we have a choice in the matter. I don’t want anyone coming into my bedroom and telling me who, what, or where I should have sex. Do you? How about sexual positions? The only one acceptable by the church is missionary and only for procreation. There is nothing wrong with a little pregnancy fantasy, but I will be damned if I lay on my back and take the seed of another because God demands it.

No matter on what page of the bible you stand, there is a very good chance that your right to access things that you enjoy will soon be gone. What will you do if you can’t masturbate anymore?

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I asked if you were ready, and boy did I get a response. So many people loved the thought of having their cum jacked by a harvester. Since I received such a large amount of comments, I decided to write a story about this. (Oh, and someone gave me the perfect ideal for it. He knows who he is.)

The harvest season has begun and for me, I have a craving deeper than I have ever had. Most crave chocolate, coffee, or cigarettes, but not me. I crave the cream of life. That’s just a nice way of saying that I want every drop of cum that I can find. I know, that’s disgusting, but really, is it?

I am what they call a Seductress when it comes to men. My voice can go from the cutest little melody to the most intense bitch to ever slip on a pair of stilettos. Believe me, I have references for the latter, but that’s beside the point. I am here to drain you dry of every drop of cum inside of those tight and throbbing balls. It’s mine after all. I do own it all, but you knew that the moment you touched me. Wait, did I allow you to touch me, or did you find yourself on the receiving end of a sperm theft?

I met him in a bar last night and now, he will forever wander the earth looking for the Goddess who finally made him feel like the man he always wanted to be. Now you know why a drink should never be left unattended at the bar. A quick slip of my Gypsy oil and the fire inside of his loins burned hotter than the sun. Smirking when I found him panting like a dog, all I needed was a curl of my finger to lure him to my private suite. Not even my voice could attract a man like that sweet scent did.

“Come with me,” a whisper called through the wind.

As the door of the spacious room closed with a deafening thud, he dropped to his knees and crawled to the bed. Only stopping to remove his clothing, though he was never asked to do so. You see, a man knows his place when a real woman walks through his soul. Pawing his way to the bed, his body stretched out as he clung to the sides of the mattress. Imaginary binds held him in place as I made my way across the soft carpet. Though padded, the clicks of those 5 inch fuck me heels rattled the silence of the room.

“I want!” I whispered.

Each article of clothing left in my wake, I slithered my way to the bed, ascending from the foot. Fuck, I could smell it. The brewing inside of those growing balls. Dragging my nose up his inner thigh, I buried my face in the soft sac, inhaling deep before a shiver enveloped my entire being. The burning inside of my body growing ravenous I used the tip of my tongue to trace that thick underbelly vein of his cock. Smirking when I reached the top, my mouth hovered over the head of his manhood. Without warning a trail of saliva poured out of my mouth, trickling down the sides. I was fucking salivating for a taste.

“Please,” he screamed.

Laughing, no cackling, my tongue pushed into the perfect slit on the head. French kissing the opening, my eyes never left his for a moment. I was careful not to break the trance. Slurping sounds violently shook the walls of the luxury suite as my mouth moved inch by inch down the soft skin. I wouldn’t stop until my throat held the head captive with pulsating oral muscles. A soft gurgle escaped before slowly moving back to the head of his cock.

“I’m here for the harvest. Don’t move, just feel,” I moaned.

Placing my hands behind my back, fingers lacing, my mouth worked like the suction of a vacuum on his thick member. Gulping, sucking, but never choking, I feverishly forced my lips to leave perfect imprints around the base of his dick. That expensive lipstick was made for a cocksucker like me and I loved leaving my mark. Humming softly, the warmth of my mouth took him over the edge quickly. Screaming as the first bolt of cum hit the back of my throat, his body convulsed in a spasming seizure. He was being harvested and there was nothing that could stop it.

Satisfied for the moment, I pulled back, letting a drop drip from my tongue, “Leave. I have no more need for you.”

As I sat on the edge of the bed pulling the stockings back on, I watched as he scrambled in a haze to leave. Poor thing won’t even remember this tomorrow, but will crave me for the rest of his life.

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A nocturnal dream, informally known as a wet dream, sex dream, nightfall or sleep orgasm, is a spontaneous orgasm during sleep that includes ejaculation for a male, or vaginal wetness or an orgasm (or both) for a female.

First of all, thank you to everyone who is reading my blogs. I am surprised to find out just how many enjoy my writing as well and my naughty fantasies. This blog though, it stems from a call I did where he read my last submission about dreams. When he spoke of a dream he had, it brought a flood of memories of my own celebrity dream. God, that was the hottest man that I never wanted to fuck.

First of all, my dream was about a rockstar whose music I love, but never have I found the need to want or to masturbate to him. Well, not until I woke up in a cold sweat and my own cum drenching my pussy lips. If he is half as good as my dream, his wife is a lucky woman.

I finally took the cruise I had always wanted. Little did I know, the musical talent on this boat was 80’s theme. I love it, but wow, who would have thought that Twisted Sister would be the main act. I think we all know the song Come on feel the noize, and who can’t sing along every time you hear it? Little did I know that Dee Snyder would fuck me in every hole I had. Shocked? Me too!

My nocturnal dream was about DEE Snyder!

I don’t remember how we met on the boat, but I do remember sucking the biggest cock I had ever imagined. He was rough, demanding, and forced all that cock down my throat. No, he was not wearing makeup. Just himself. I gulped, gagged, and swallowed, but that wasn’t enough. Right there on the deck of the ship he yanked my pants off and fully fucked my ass without lube. Talk about pain during a nocturnal dream. In reality I would never fuck without lube, but it was Dee Fucking Snyder. He pounded my ass hard enough to rock that ship.

The best part of the whole thing was that people watched as he pulled his cock from my ass and forced me to finish him off in my mouth. I am a voyeur by nature, but during this dream, I was the exhibitionist. Everyone clapped and cheered as he came on my face. I know I came many times, but sadly I woke at the end and wondered WHAT THE FUCK did I just do? Thanks Dee, you are one hell of a performer.

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