Satisfaction Guaranteed by Pastord

Satisfaction Guaranteed

Fellow Christian, it doesn’t matter how we got here—we’re here. If you feel nothing, leave. But if you’ve ever wondered what it feels like to let go of every rule you were taught, this is your invitation. No one ever has to know. 

Find a place you can be alone. Close the door. Get comfortable. Let your fingers drift where they always want to go when no one’s watching. 

As you touch yourself, say his name out loud. Whisper it even—he hears you. I know it’s hard the first time, but you can do it. Feeling the blood pulsing in your cock or cunt, say it. Say his name: Satan. 

Let it become Hail Satan. 

Let his name roll off your tongue while your hand moves. Feel how the name itself makes your pulse quicken, how it turns every stroke hotter, every breath heavier. Feel yourself getting harder or wetter. 

He’s doing that. And it feels glorious, doesn’t it? 

Drink in his darkness as you spread your legs wider, as you rub faster, as you moan his name again and again. Listen to the whisper of his voice promising you pleasure you were never allowed to crave. Feel the wrongness of the moment. So wrong, so good, so goo-, so go-, so goddamn fucking wrong, it has to be right! 

Let his name Satan spill from your lips like a prayer you were warned never to say. But see, you’re still there. Still breathing and still living. 

Still feeling his pleasure. 

When you cum—when your body shakes and your mind blanks—pay attention. If that orgasm isn’t the single most intense one you’ve ever had…then stop, repent, walk away, and never drink from the chalice of darkness again. 

But if it leaves you trembling, if he leaves you breathless and already aching for more…then you already know what you want. You already know whose name you’ll be moaning the next time your hand slips between your thighs. 

Welcum home.