Sunday, the first since you admitted that Satan is your god now

Tomorrow you will return to mass, but since you admitted that Satan is now your god, you will feel different. You’ll try to fool yourself, but I’ve always known you have the kinky in you.

I’ve masturbated these last two days imagining how I fuck your face, while you look at me with your eyes wide open. We are in a dark room, and in a corner there is an armchair where your friend is, the one you told me about and with whom you now have fantasies. She’s looking at us while she caresses her clitoris. She is not here for me but for you, first to enjoy the pleasure of being contemplated while you show yourself to me as you really are, and then to go through your body while I look at you.

Maybe she is one of those friends you go to church with, as demure and pure as you pretended to be when you were fooling yourself (you still do sometimes). When your corruption has advanced further and you are able to not run away from me after every sin, you and I will begin to corrupt her too, to destroy her faith, and to draw her to Satan, our God now. And you will finally be able to make her yours, to fuck her in every way imaginable and to satisfy that new desire that you can now satisfy without fear, without remorse.

Think about it while you are at Mass, and come and tell me about it later; come and find me; I will help you feel that orgasm growing inside you and nothing else will matter to you then.