Blasphemy phone sex may take many different forms. But do not forget the first commandment: there shall be no other Goddesses before me. I am “the Way, the Truth, and the Life” when it comes to your salvation. Or, your damnation. What form of hell do you see us spending eternity in? When you summon me, Black Mass is in session, and under my cruel, sacrilegious instruction, you WILL renounce God. I’m right here; you don’t need a controlling, aloof “Father.” Furthermore, I have much more ambitious, fascinating, and profoundly twisted intentions for you than any over-hyped, morality-based god ever would.
What type of blasphemous phone sex fantasies have you been harboring in your passionate apostate mind? Even as a college girl in Catholic school, I recall wetting my neatly groomed hair with holy water. In fact, the different components of Catholicism’s idolatry are only one possible setting in which to inspire our wayward departure. What did you discover when you “examined your conscience”? I want to discover more, and I want to spread corruption and poison even farther. If we start from the point of no return, the depravity of our blasphemous phone sex call knows no bounds.
Perhaps some items can heighten the visceral unholiness of our reverse repenting. Did you pack a crucifix dildo? A genuine Eucharistic wafer, the “host” from Communion you took from a recent “regular” mass? That cardboard-flavored and cum-covered cracker is something you’re going to eat for ME, not Jesus, and most definitely not any of his naive followers. Satan wants you to devour your cum.
As in the classic Confession sacrament, you will “resolve to amend your life” here in our wanton, debased vestibule. However, the correction that is in store for you will be on my terms, contrary to God, and, above all, predicated on chasing all of the “forbidden fruit.” The first sin was sex—so what are you waiting for? Call me now at 1-888-704-6848 and ask for Parker.
