Religious blasphemy phone sex will always be personal favorite to me. And while in my Chamber, I’ll really give you a reason to worship! Why kneel at your sad little wooden pew in a church built by men to manipulate people into believing in gods and religions also made by men—for money—for power—using FEAR and GUILT as sharp weapons! All in name of “love.” Ridiculous. Tooth fairy more believable!
In my candle-lit “church,” you’ll find none of that nonsense. What you will find is my body, real and in the flesh. You can touch me. Smell me. Taste me. When you run your hands down my breasts, I will be like marble statue. Chiseled to perfection! All these statues of the world, whether crafted to be worshipped or for art and to be admired in museums, who made them? Mukhina. Michelangelo. Rodin. Kandinsky. List goes on, but you know whose name not on list? People’s invisible gods. Jehovah. Yahweh. Allah. Whatever they make up. And I don’t care whether you engage in blasphemous acts because you too find it all absurd (maybe like some shock value?) or maybe you superstitious but the taboo or the fear of eternal damnation really does it for you? It’s no matter. I enjoy it with you!!
Dismiss your superstitions, or embrace them, regardless—here I’ll be. Gifted to this Earth solely for your worship and adoration! With my slender finger extended, pointing to—yes, you may know this one! Or its name alone may make you SO scared. What a little bitch religion makes out of people. But yes, there in before you–my LUCIFER chair. Waiting for you to be strapped in. Maybe this will make you feel better? Once strapped in, you no longer in control, so anything that happens…not your fault! This is fine. Have invisible man god in sky strike ME instead. I probably enjoy it!
Or I can chain you to the floor. And if ONE drop of my pussy juice falls to your skin, it will be a HOLY experience—being anointed by a GODDESS. Besides, this could be painfully temporary. Who is to know when the universe decides to revoke its gift and send me back into the heavens from which I came? Leaving behind a chosen few who know what it is like to behold beauty and power and touch…a god? A woman? Same thing really. So stop dreaming about religious blasphemy phone sex. Instead, PRAY. PRAY I am logged in when you summon the courage to call and ask for me!
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