There is a reason I love blasphemy phone sex! When I was in Catholic School growing up, I had naughty masturbation fantasies of being a sexy nun in a long black habit, but with black lace lingerie and black leather stilettos. I would stuff my rosary beads up my ass and use them like anal beads, pulling them out right as I climaxed. I used to scream the dirtiest religious epithets when I orgasmed, things that would have made any of my departed relatives spin around at a high RPM in their graves.
Blasphemy has always gotten me off more than anything vanilla. Maybe it was growing up as a repressed Catholic girl who gave blow jobs after mass in the woods behind the church parking lot while my parents were glad-handing all the other fakes who pretended to be holier than thou. I knew most of their sinful secrets from their sons and daughters. What I learned at a young age is that no one is pure, everyone sins, no one lives a life of God, everyone is a fucking horny pervert who would do and say almost anything to get laid.
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