<$BlogRSDUrl$>

Info

About Me
Agent

Publicist

Subscribe: RSS for blog RSS for comments

Facebook icon and link Twitter icon and link Flickr icon and link Qik icon and link Dopplr icon and link
MySpace icon and link MyBlogLog icon and link Technorati icon and link Tumblr icon and link Blogger icon and link

friend me on Facebook
follow me on Twitter
view my photos on Flickr
watch my videos on Qik
find me on Dopplr
join my MySpace
check my MyBlogLog
my Technorati profile
view my Tumblr
my Blogger profile
Blog RSS feed
Comments RSS feed

Recent posts

Tube
Boy Toy
Cheers
Girlfriend
Numbers
Mother II
Expo
Chat
Observer
Chance



Places to shop and visit

My Top 10 Toys - Women
My Top 10 Toys - Men
My Top 10 Toys - Couples
Fleshlight UK
Condoms
Durex's Ora!

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Pray 

I spent yesterday in the company of a group of religious fanatics.

That’s right, me: Girl with a one-track mind - the sex-obsessed atheist, in a party full of God-botherers.

It was like torture.

Not my usual Saturday night’s entertainment, it has to be said; I went to this party with an open mind, figuring that if my elderly God-loving relative wanted to celebrate with a few hymns and stuff, I would understand.

But I wasn’t prepared for a full-on Billy Graham revival, complete with prayers, speeches by religious leaders and choral singing (with a full band):

"Jesus--- must be obeyed;

There is--- no other way."

Christ. What the hell had I got myself into?

There I was, sitting in a room filled with people praising the Lord every other minute and I felt like a traitor; an outsider. With their belief system supporting the idea of there being an afterlife - just as long as He is believed in - my ideology was diametrically opposed to every other person’s in that room.

As they sung God’s praises and clapped their hands in glee, I knew I was out of place. I had nothing in common with these folk – bar sipping the same wine - how the hell could I have a decent conversation with anyone, when I believed them all to be deluded?

It struck me that if the people in there knew just 1% of what occupied my mind at any given minute, they would have been horrified:

  • A sex fiend?
  • A girl who loves cock?
  • A multi-orgasmic permanently-aroused sex obsessive?

A preacher would have a field day with me - casting me out as a Sinner, praying for Divine Intervention, or begging for my Redemption.

Bored out of my mind, and affronted by all the religious propaganda, I suddenly got this impulse to ‘out’ myself - stand up and do something totally improper, sordid and lewd and confront the room:

Reckon I need guidance? I’ll get on my knees and worship in public, if God is a cock and answering my prayers means He will correspond directly with my mouth.

Think I am evil? Well then, I’ll dress head to foot in a black rubber catsuit, complimented by knee length stiletto-heeled boots and topped off with a studded collar round my neck to show you just how corrupt I can seem.

Believe that I need to repent? It’s true I can be a bad girl, so with a 6-foot whip in my hand, some adoring worshipper at my feet and by admonishing some punishment on his willing backside (and gracefully allowing him to become my tongue slave after he had begged for mercy as part of his redemption), I would be able to recognize the err of my ways.


The day-dream went no further than this though, sadly: I didn't even say the word 'fuck', I was so well behaved.

Plus, I think a few of the congregation might have had heart attacks, had I gone with the fantasy.

Even though those would just be the ones who were secret hard-core S&M porn fans.

designed by one man