Blasphemy And Reality by Wendyinthemists – Non-Fiction

Blasphemy and reality often come together in art. And, just as I see in the photo above, a little masterful playful addition to a portrait can change the message to a darker perspective which, if one puts their mind to it, can reveal what a relationship is versus what we are told it should be. In other articles on my, “NewTumbl,” — I have blasphemed using what I might call, “Adjusted,” art but seeing this one, realizing that truth has to be repeated, when one sees a woman nursing at the cock of Christ, a very real truth comes to the surface. Its all in the perspective and mine is wickedly delicious especially since I am a pastor’s wife.

We women who have become and are devoted Christians are actually cuckolds for Christ. We are summoned to put Christ first in our lives but in doing so we are giving ourselves to him just as if we had a lover on the side who is better in bed than our spouses or significant others. His is the cock to be worshiped, the asshole that gets the rim-job, whatever he wants he gets when it comes to how one deals with things sexual and sensual. Bullshit?

Its easy to discount all of this regardless of the fact that mentally we devout Christian or religious women do just that. How often do devout wives disappoint their husbands when it comes to sex and the sensual because it would be wrong in the eyes of Christ? Of course, I’m speaking as a wife but it cuts both ways. Think about it.

Within the Christian church and, “Bubble,” we are told that we should measure each action we take by the standard, “What Would Jesus Do.” What would he do if a wife is being felt up and fondled in a bar or being fingered by a friend? Tell me? We are sensual beings. Things sensual and sexual come naturally. Yes, we have a moral code but what is moral is up for grabs because moral codes in the Bible aren’t what they are today.

If the Christian God didn’t want us to have sexual urges and respond to sensual stimuli along with giving us the brain and imagination that is part of that, why are we created as we are? Not simply to screw to have children. Each of us want to, “Be good,” and when we have a, “Moral,” question we often consult a, “Holy father or power figure.”

In Jesus’ day it was the scribes and rabbis (teachers) who would render an opinion. And these opinions varied so one had to pick and choose who they wanted to listen to when it came to interpretation. Often a scripture was what we called, “Cherry picked,” and quoted but it was taken completely out of context thus screwing up what was meant to be conveyed. We have that today. We see it in the mixed up moral morass that each of us faces when it comes to whats accepted when it comes to being a, “Good Christian,” or a, “Good wife,” etc.

Even when we knowingly sin by screwing someone on the side or engaging in some tryst of sorts and the guilt and anxiety overwhelms us, we women will hang onto our religion because it is a constant rather than a true guide. Its almost as if we enjoy the pain and maybe we do? Because we are told we must achieve a sinless perfection (a term I use all the time now) which can’t be achieved.

Still we are on our knees giving quality time to literally sucking off Christ regardless of the reality, struggling to please him with tight lips and the suction of a vacuum cleaner hoping to be able to find some kind of freedom with him which doesn’t exist.

And often we find we suck and fuck the, “Holy men,” who either seek us out for that purpose or we seek them out in hopes of currying favor with our God so we can in some way whore ourselves out to him and for him. What better way to solve the problem. “Let him fuck me,” — a solution many women take when faced with problems. It can happen spiritually and does.

Then here is always that Christian offer of forgiveness by simply praying and asking for it. The problem is asking for forgiveness from the Christian Almighty involves giving up the sin. That’s the rule. Facing that fact is why monks and nuns struggled to overcome their sexuality by retreating from the world.

We can’t and don’t but we buy the lies that we can be so we hang on with our hands tightly grasping the cheeks of Jesus’ ass as we struggle to take his cock not only in our mouth but down our throat and don’t stop until he ejaculates and then we continue til he says stop and he never does. Have you ever considered that what he just might be doing is grasping our hair and our heads in his hands, holding us tightly and then peeing instead of cumming?

Crass? Yes. True? Think about it. When you go to bed the Christian God is there looking over your shoulder. Jesus is looking down on you, especially if you’re a devout Catholic and there is a crucifix in your bedroom. You’re in bed and there you are with your spouse and Jesus, who is more important than your spouse because that is what you have been taught all your life and he is telling you how to fuck and what to do.

So rather than experiencing one’s full potential or having that out of this world sexual experience where one can enjoy exploring and experimenting, we have a stunted experience because in the back of our minds, “That is not something that a good person would be doing.”

Jesus wouldn’t do that, we believe in our minds when we don’t know what Jesus would do because sex wasn’t his forte. He only ministered for three years and no one knows what he did for the first thirty and what he experienced with he started puberty and until he suddenly showed up on the religious scene.

I know that there will be those who disagree and will point to all manner of authorities and scripture to refute this last statement but the truth is we don’t know. And he summed up all the law and the prophets including morality (his words) with what is called the Great Commandment. Love God and Love Your Neighbor as Yourself. What does that mean? To find out where do we go? Back to the church to get an opinion. I’m getting away from what I’m trying to share.

Thing again. Are we created to live by the moral code that we are expected to deny who we are? or embrace the sexual standards that are advanced within religion? No. We’re sensual and sexual because we are made that way. And we respond to sexual and sensual stimuli whether we like it or not. We lust all the time.

Hard cocks and damp cunts are a reality all the time even in moments of innocence and we seek to find ways to sate our sensual and sexual need even if we attempt to achieve it by some inadequate method to please our religious community and superiors and the demand for moral perfection. And it doesn’t work. If we are into Christ to the extent it governs our sexual behavior with our spouses (and it does), then we are a cuckold for Christ and to Christ and our spouses are cuckolds.

The, “Bull,” or dominant in the house with the spiritual monster cock that really doesn’t satisfy is Jesus who smiles down because he has a grip on the wife and/or husband that is a burden to bear. I don’t want that. I walked away from that. I decided to live as I do because suddenly the Dark Lord, “Appeared,” not in thunder and lightening or fire and brimstone. The heavens didn’t open but a very real peace of mind came over me when I saw that, yes, He existed, but he wasn’t the one I was told about. You can compare it to, “That still small voice,” referred to in the Bible.

In the meanwhile, I live in the Christian bubble and I have no problem doing so. Its just that I’m me and when I pray, “Lord,” mine is the real one, the Dark Lord — the one who created me as I am and doesn’t put down what I do but call me to be prudent, discreet, responsible and use common sense when I do what I am thinking about doing or actually follow through.

And the joy of having this relationship with the Dark Lord is I don’t have to do anything at all but be at peace with myself and let my mind and imagination and desires be enjoyed in my mind. I am created with the ability to masturbate if I wish. Freedom of thought is first and then freedom of action. I can sit back and lust as much as I like, even in church (and I do and more than that). But its up to me and I shouldn’t and don’t feel guilty because I shouldn’t. I hope the reader, if any, grasps again what I am trying to convey.

There are too many Christian cuckolds out there, sucking on the cock of Christ for dear life. How many wives have made some vow to God, “I will never do it again,” and their husband’s suffer when we weren’t created to be celibate or asexual.

No one is happy and this attitude of personal denial is a crap shoot anyway. If one still has sexual urges afterward isn’t the Almighty sending a message that what you’re doing is wrong? We are told that, “God moves in mysterious ways.” We too often miss his message because we will only listen if he does so the way we want or expect him to. Its like a girl looking for, “Mr Right,” and she has all these expectations when the guy that is really interested is overlooked because he doesn’t seem to, “Fill the bill.”

So this is my blasphemy for this evening. Its okay to put up a Christian facade. Who are you on the inside? Again, think about it this way: I go and get fucked and that is then a memory. How different is the memory from fantasy? Both are in the mind.

I know this is so confusing to many and disjointed at that. Its meant to be food for thought but its a point that is, “Sticking,” in my mind. Too many women I know are cuckolds for Christ. Jesus hovers over their sex lives like a sword of Damocles waiting to fall. Sad isn’t it. And they believe they are doing well by denying themselves — I will stop here, trusting the Dark Lord is pleased.