Writer: satansharlot666 / Justlookingaround666
Subject: Fuck, I Want To Go Back
Link: Tumblr / 02.11.2023
Fuck, I Want To Go Back
I wish I could go back to that night five years ago when I gave myself to my Master. He came to me in my room and then sneaked out of my bedroom window. Walking down the street in my nightgown with a coat over me absolutely sure I would get caught. My heart was racing and my palms were sweaty. Getting to the cemetery and sneaking through the fence. Smelling the incense and weed in the air and being drawn like a moth to a flame.
I walked through the wet grass and felt the wetness on my feet until I found the eight men that I knew worshiped there. I hid behind a tree and watched for a few moments then dropped my coat and walked out before them in my nightgown. It was like they were expecting me. Like they knew I was coming. No words were spoken. Just being surrounded and touched for the first time by hands not my own. My nightgown was ripped off of me and thrown aside. Tongues and fingers in my three holes. Being slapped and spanked. Bitten and spit on. Being dropped to my knees to enjoy their scepters. Devouring meat after meat like a hungry dog while feeling the hot satanic cream oozing down my throat and chin and dripping on my body and then — fuck, I want to go back.
RESPONSE BY JUSTLOOKINGAROUND666 (VIA TUMBLR)
What an amazing introduction. Sometimes Satan calls in a very direct way. Other times it is slow and may take years before we answer His call. In either case, it is that we answer and respond that matters most. For those who had an experience such as this, I am happy for you. My call (and answering) was much more drawn out over many years.
But later, late one night when I was alone in bed after very careful and thoughtful meditation I asked Satan to speak to me and let me know I was truly on the right track in seeking His will. And He did … in a way that was depraved (covered in piss and cum), emotional (the tears were unexpected but the emotion of the moment was overwhelming), and beautiful in that I truly felt loved and that I finally belonged and I was home with Satan. A place that I shall never leave.