I recently bought a cute new crop top that proudly says “Satan is my Daddy” across the bust. It’s quickly become one of my favorite pieces of clothing. Why? Well, the phrase is fun (and more or less true) but the reactions I get when I wear it out of the house are why I love it so much. The disdain on the faces of so many stuck-up Christians is hilarious! Come on, it’s just a shirt. If they knew what I get up to during religious blasphemy phone sex they would be tucking their noses and running!
One of my favorite things about blasphemy is that there are so many ways to offend the Church. Are you queer, non-Christian, or an occult practitioner? God’s children hate you! I don’t think God or whatever mystical beings may be floating out in the universe really give a single flying fuck about what we puny humans do. It’s the humans that pick and choose the Word of God from their silly little book that I can’t wait to fuck with. Let them moan and groan about heathens, I’ll be moaning and groaning while riding Satan’s dick!
Religious blasphemy phone sex is such a fantastically sexy way to twist all the Christian propaganda that’s shoved in our faces every day and laugh at it. We can even delve into all the fun of flipping it completely on its head and burning it. So they want to fearmonger about churches being burned? Burn, baby, burn! We can build up a Satanic sex club in the ruins and submit to hedonism the way that all humans were meant to.
I’m sure you’ve dreamed up some downright devious religious blasphemy phone sex scenarios. Even if you are a Christian and are just tempted by the dark side, you’ve thought of them! And I want to hear them all.
1-888-8-FREAKY and ask for Kennedy