Hell-o Sabrina by BOB – Non-Fiction

Writer: BOB (Born of Baphomet) / [email protected]

Subject: Hell-o Sabrina

Link: Email LS666 / 18.02.2022

Hell-o Sabrina

Hell-o Sabrina and all who read My words be witched and cursed with blessed sins of cock lust!

For many sons of Adam shall bow, kneel and prostrate beneath Lilith to be mounted, as she rides the flesh of men, in the glory to harvest our semen milk of unborn faggots — with her penis-cock-scepter-serpent-dagger-wand-weapon-sword.

I am Robert aka BOB (Born of Baphomet) aka Anu Naki Abyssinnia; Son of the Voudun; and Lover of Behemoth. I am 69/666.

Praises O Baphometh Goat Goddess — high heels and hooves; drag queen of Qabbalah; limper of dicks; mother of monster cocks; beware ye faggots and sissies — all we smokers of glass dick — the beginning of wisdom (wis-dumb) is know (ing the) ledge; be fearful love of thy cock God (s) dess(es).

About me …

I’m African American man in my early fifties of Caribbean West Indian descent. My father was from the Republic of Trinidad,Tobago. My mother from the one thousand Virgin Islands. I would not describe myself fully anti-religious or solely satanic — I am more of a spiritual disciplined pagan. I have been initiated in Yoruba traditions as practiced in Trinidad Tobago; where many “houses” incorporate Kabbalist / spiritualism/Hinduism elements to their rituals. I myself, have begun to incorporate pagan deities lust demons and androgynous divinity into my own personal pantheon of esoteric sexuality.

I was born in Queens, New York City — empire state of “New Sodom” Babylon — My parents separated when I was about three or four years old. My father was a calypso entertainer; and was often cited among the pioneers of the soca (soul calypso) style of the late seventies into the eighties. My mother and I returned to the Virgin Islands, where I became an adventurous inquisitive, but nerdy fat kid, that grew up spending many summer vacations in the “New Sodom”.

Back on the Island. most teenagers, especially the boys, socially gravitated towards the Rastafarian/weed culture and homophobia was Rampant. My stepfather owned a restaurant, located across the street from a whorehouse of ill-repute, named “Aqui Mi Querdo“.  I stayed there. Most of the whores were of Spanish or Latin descent, from Puerto Rico or Dominican Republic. Especially the older ones that wore heavy makeup with big hair/wigs; as I remember — and by the age of ten years I already became a whore monger.

Moving forward to my puberty. At the age of fourteen, I was hungry for any pornographic images.  I loved the MTV shows with videos of Madonna’s bra straps — holy fuck I discovered masturbation — I spend the entire next year of my life honing my craft. One day I got caught jerking my cock and got my first taste of humiliation. Around the same time I started to steal money to pay for my first whore. I remember the smell of cunt and cum.

Moving forward to the age sixteen — I return to live in NYC —  I learn to creep in the park theaters, video booths, drag shows, and sex clubs. I spent many sleepless nights wandering around in whore monger bliss along hooker tracks, lying to myself, that I still only really liked girls and I could resist Satan’s temptations.

“Rasta no smoke crack an suck the Devil dick inna fornication wit sodomite an battyman.” (Said in a Jamaican accent).

My first encounter with Lilith happened around the year 2014. Before the “Craig List Inquisition” … she lived in Hell’s Kitchen. Violet was her name. She was beautiful … white-trash transsexual cross-dresser of eastern European descent. I had been a weed smoker all my life and when Violet and I hooked up, she smoked “T” while I smoked weed. She would offer and I would decline. Once I felt tempted and I agreed. She put the pipe to my lips and lit the torch. She showed me how to roll the bowl. I took a few hits, trying to make a big cloud. I didn’t feel anything. She sucked my cock all the time even though I was only semi-erect, but rearing to go. I was slightly embarrassed by my limp dick — but the voice in my head said that maybe “you should suck her cock?” Yes — why did that sound like the right thing to do? I should suck her cock … her little wick cock .. what the fuck! … why am I thinking like this> … “Don’t think. Just  suck. You’ll see. Trust me.”

I put her cock in my mouth I could feel her she-cock roll on my tongue and it seems like it was growing in my mouth! “What evil sorcery is this? What the fuck am I doing? I need to stop! But I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t stop. Oh my fucking God. I’ve been tricked. What the fuck. I can’t mother-fucking stop sucking her dick! I was cursing and punishing myself in my mind … but all the while, I continued to suck her dick like it was my last supper. This went on for hours, before I realized that I was just Born of Baphomet in Hell’s Kitchen.

Now do you see why you’ve been brought here too?

I will finish here, for now. Love, BOB.