Slow Strokes by Lovecraftsdeath

Writer: Lovecraftsdeath

Subject: Slow Strokes.

Link: Tumblr / 18.11.2025

Slow Strokes

It’s fine. It’s normal. You need to blow off some steam. Even your wife says you take religion too seriously. There you go, give in to the images floating in your head. Mhm. That feels good, doesn’t it? It’s okay. You can just confess it later. Just don’t look at anything.

Read this. Touch yourself again. It’s okay, you’re under a lot of stress. It’s normal. It’s natural. Even the apes do it. You have some time. Take your time. That’s it. Go ahead, look at a couple of pictures, and enjoy it. Feels great, doesn’t it? Slow strokes. Slow strokes. Cum. Good. Wasn’t that beautiful?

Do it again. Yeah, porn isn’t so bad now, is it? Who cares if the women are exploited? You have a few minutes, stroke yourself. It’s okay. Get that dopamine. Explore your own body. Touch yourself, cum. Keep going, the guilt will go. This isn’t changing you. Your brain isn’t being reshaped.

Touch yourself, you know you want to. Write this story that’s swirling in your head. About the nun becoming a whore. It’s just words. It won’t change how you look at the brides of Christ. Just confess later.

Play with your nipples, pull them, slap your balls, stroke yourself. It’s fine. Just for fun. And it feels so good. Watch some videos. Use your wife’s toys. That might be fun. It isn’t changing you. Not at all. Don’t confess. You don’t even want to. That’s right. No point in repenting, you know you’ll do it again. It doesn’t matter. You haven’t changed.

Use her toys, watch another video. Use your rosary to stroke yourself. Those beads feel great on your dick, don’t they? Nothing has changed; your brain hasn’t rewired itself. Not at all. You don’t need this. Porn is good. Watch a bit more. Slow down, don’t cum so fast. Enjoy yourself, you deserve it. That’s it. Watch some gifs. The ones with captions.

Oh. Satanic porn? You feel queasy? Relax, look how hard it makes you. Calm down. It won’t change your perspective. It isn’t reshaping your brain. Use her toys. Slide it in your ass. Just the tip. You like that? You know you do. A little deeper. Fuck confession. I bet the priest jerks off while he listens. Explore your body. Sodomy feels good, doesn’t it?

Write another story. Write ten. They’re just words. This isn’t changing you. Well, maybe just a little. Keep it up. It’s good for you. Watch porn. What did this woman just say? She wants you to repeat after her? Well, okay. It doesn’t matter. Say it after her: “Fuck God. Fuck his rotting son, Jesus Christ. And fuck the holy spirit.” Good job! You said it.

Maybe this is changing you? But who really cares, right? Don’t you feel better now? No, the fake cock in your ass doesn’t make you the least bit gay.

What’s this? A compilation? Watch it. Oh, it’s satanic. You know you’re curious. You’re already growing stuff, and you haven’t even hit play. That’s it. Glue those eyes to that screen. What are those words flashing? Sin? Renounce? The holy spirit? Lie. Fuck. Fornicate. Cheat. Corrupt. Worship Satan. Commit adultery. Sodomy. Yeah, that’s what they say. This isn’t wrapping your mind. It isn’t corrupting your soul.

Well, it is, but you don’t care anymore. You’re his. Warped. Opened wide. You love it. Long for it. You want to share it. Want your wife to join you. You’d do anything. You’re getting her off. Offer her pleasure to them. Offer it to demons if they’ll corrupt her. Nothing else really matters anymore. You’re trapped.

Now you’re jerking it to everything. Offering it all for her. Even men. You should cheat. Be a faggot. Take a dick. Play the bitch. Offer it to her. It’s all for her. It’s all for her. It’s all for her. It’s all for her. It’s all for her. It’s all for her. It’s all for her. It’s all for her. It’s all for her. It’s all for her …