Blasphemy

Let me confess my sins, Father. 19 Support on Kofi!

[blasphemyofroses]

After a few days, I’m now leaning in a different mood! Like… More of a… cat purring on someone’s lap while the do things mood. Just being in their general vicinity and vibing to it.

[blasphemyofroses]

I cannot put into words how needy I am for a little cnc. Am I allowed to have someone grab me roughly and tell me to stay quiet as they put their hands all over me??? Please???? Maybe as they casually mark me in whatever way they see fit?? I’d love to be choked and roughly treated even if I do give full submission.

All the while I want praise. Little things like “Good girl for staying so quiet,” or “Thank you for being so good for me,” y’know?? In like that quiet, sultry voice too. Id die for that honestly. Kinda like a soft, loving cnc scenario.

Or maybe I’m just in desperate need for praise and touch.

[blasphemyofroses]

hi! (ignore this ask if it's rude or intrusive) out of curiosity, how does hypersexual ace work? like is hypersexuality on the ace spectrum? asking for a friend. - @prettyprincette

Hey Anon! I tried to @ you but your Tumblr was deleted, but I'll answer anyways. It took so long mostly because I just wasn't certain how to answer, as it's kinda a mystery myself.

For me, being hypersexual isn't the same as ace at all. Asexuality often refers to not experiencing sexual attraction, which is how I feel. I've never actually wanted to have sex with someone, but I have a lot of pent up urges. As for the "spectrum", it's a lot more complicated than like.. a line. It's kinda a circle, but I'm not 100% on how that circle would be diagrammed. So I just think of it as two separate entities.

For me, the term hypersexual asexual is a lot of "Fuck around, but not finding out" type of deal. I want to do the stuff that kinksters do, but I do not want genitals touching, if that makes sense.

Asexuals can still be horny! Which surprises a lot of people that aren't LGBT, for some reason. No hate at all, but most think we're "innocent" and infantile us which is very much not the case. But back on topic, I am most definitely one of those types of aces. And I am very much involved with kink (Kinda obvious but still).

My experience with asexuality and hypersexual are personal to me. So it's not the same for everyone. However I find a lot of comfort in the term, and exploring my sexuality has been a great deal of help (especially this blog). Do know that there is a whole community of kinksters that are ace, and it's not totally uncommon! I think it’s because of the intimacy is a key thing, and maybe I’ll ramble more about it later.

I hope this answers the question a bit, and sparks you to look more into it. <3 Anyone, or you again anon, can send me an ask if anyone wants more of my personal experience or anything else! :)

[blasphemyofroses]

Father. Father please. Please. I am begging you. Touch me. Hurt me. Do not be kind. Do not be merciful. Please, please, please.

Be rough. Show me what it means to be in your devotion. Show me what it means for you to have the power of a God over me. I will show you worship, complete and utter submission, if you would just touch me!

I want to bleed. I want to feel the remainder of what was done to me the next day. I want the marks. I want the scars. The pleasure from pain is indescribable to me, I just need you to hold the knife to my neck Father.

I beg of you Father. Please. Touch me.

[blasphemyofroses]

My imagination will always get the best of me, Father.

Hold an arm secure around my waist, with your other hand around my neck as you tell me in your sweetest voice all your wildest desires. The hand around my waist inches down to my thighs as I let out a whine, shifting ever closer to your body as we stand together in front of the empty pews. Your erection hard on my ass.

We are always at risk for getting caught, but you never gave a damn.

The hand around my neck caressed my jaw and cheek as you went up and entangled it in my hair. You pulled my hair back to force me to look at you and in response I drive my nails into your clothes as I let out a shaky moan. I bit down on my lip hard, drawing blood as I tried to muffle all my little sounds to save the embarrassment. It is long past the point of losing my dignity, however.

You tell me how you'll tear my clothes and show my bare body before God, and then completely destroying me. You tell me how you'll rip my skin with your knife and teeth, and then bit down on my neck lightly to accentuate your point. You tell me how you'll take what needs to be taken to make me holy. Even if it's my purity.

After all, you are just a prophet of God, thus you could do no wrong.

[blasphemyofroses]

“Be not afraid!

Of the things I want you to do to me.”

[blasphemyofroses]

Oh Father, isn't this unholy?

The want; the need; the touching.

You tell me you are God, so there is no sin, but the clergy says otherwise. They tell me that this carnal desire is nothing shy of what will give me Hell.

But how can I say no to you? Your voice is pure, even if your intentions are not. Your voice is silky and sweet, it makes me melt every single time. I want nothing more than to be on my knees in worship to you as you say your quiet praise. I want your hands around my neck and lifting up my chin as you mutter the harsh things (that would make any normal person run away) that you want to do to me.

Your complete and utter domination of me will by my damnation, I fear, but if my worship to you will get me what I need so badly, I will do anything to get it.

Anything.

[princeofdaddyissues]

I want to be used by a priest. The clergy outfit drives me insane every time I see it, especially the one with the short sleeves. I get excited whenever I get to refer to a priest as Father, it feels even better than saying "Daddy." I want him to disobey his code for me. I want to be bent over the altar, whispering "Father" while he presses down on my lower back and shushes me. I want him to burn my shoulder-blades with candlewax to show me how Lucifer felt when he lost God's favor. The searing pain on his back from his wings being lost. The sweet but terrifying feeling of sin.

I want his sin all over me.

[blasphemyofroses]

Call me a good boy while you hold a knife to my neck and sit me on your lap- My back against your chest. Move the knife up and down my neck, slowly going down to my collar, chest and then stomach. Tease me by pushing it slightly in while I cry out and I press harder against your chest while taking in harsh breaths. Pull back the knife and hear me whine.

The danger is gone but that’s almost disappointing.

Ask me why I’m whining as you bring the knife to my arm and trace patterns. I don’t answer in fear of embarrassing myself but my dignity is long gone.

You push against my skin enough to cause blood. I don’t try to get away but I’m flinching and wiggling in your lap. You brought back the knife, blood now on the blade. You brought it up to my mouth, where I then obediently open up and take it. You put the blade’s flat side on my tongue, praising me as I cleaned it. You have such a sweet voice for such sinister intentions. This is the same voice that has lead hundreds to salvation and taught me everything I knew about God.

Manhandle me as you reposition me in your lap, keeping me steady. Your grip was sure to cause bruises later, but that didn’t matter. Taunt me with your words, unravel me with your threats. I couldn’t fight back, even if I tried, and that’s exactly how I wanted it.

[blasphemyofroses]

Capture me first, Father. Tell me to trust you wholly, and to never doubt you.

Put the blade to my skin, tell me it’s all in good fun as you rub it up and down my face and neck. Tell me how much God loves me as you push down, making me bleed.

Tell me how I’ll become that of mother Mary, to hold and carry God’s child as you carry out this “sacred” act with me tonight. Make me confused as you take my clothes off, make me scream against the alter as you deflower me fully. As I cry out in God’s name, you hush me.

This is all in God’s plan.

[blasphemyofroses]

The priest holds you close to him in a pew, your back against his chest and your legs splayed open. He has a knife against your throat and his erection on your ass. He glides the knife gently across your neck, not yet drawing blood but he nicks you a little on the collar bone. He brings the knife down the front of your clothes, easily cutting them for his easy access. You let out a whimper as the knife cut the shirt and came to your pants, just hovering right above the crotch. He slowly and tediously cut it open, leaving that area of you completely exposed. You moaned at the fresh cool air as he turned around the knife and placed the hilt inside of you. He pumped in and out, slowly fucking you.

“This is a sacrificial knife, understand?” He hissed against your ear, “And tonight, your sacrifice to God is your innocence and purity.”

[greek-orthodox-priest]

if you go behind my special curtain I will rip you apart. I am so serious right now.

[blasphemyofroses]

The nun and you are in the churches small library. A thin bookcase blocking you two from the rest of the church, and what you were supposed to be doing was studying. However, it soon became nearly impossible to focus on any book with her around. Her little touches, her glances towards you, everything about her made you weak.

It was sinful.

You knew whatever this was going on in your head would be your downfall. You’d be going straight to hell for the way you admired her and dreamed of kissing her. But you weren’t sure you really cared at this point.

She was always soft with you, and you think she’s probably known for awhile now how you felt. You had assumed she’d take mercy on you and treat you like the sinner you were, but all this seemed to do was make her ever fonder. The nun hung around you more, every word she said to you made you wrapped more and more around her finger.

She’s been trying to find an excuse to exercise her new found power, you knew it. And now was the perfect opportunity, wasn’t it?

Nobody to watch the sin happening.

Nobody to judge what they were doing.

Not even God could see her here.

So she dropped her book, and looked at you for support. Her voice might’ve sounded innocent as she asked for you to pick it up, but it felt dirty in a way you couldn’t place.

You obeyed, of course. You always obeyed, like the obedient little child of God you always are- or tried to be. You got on your knees carefully, every move made with precision and timing, and delicately grabbed the book that had been dropped. You looked up at her for approval, and she nodded as you gently placed the book on her lap. She smiled softly in gratitude, putting it on the desk before turning to you. You were still on your knees, unable to move from your position. You felt paralyzed, and you loved it.

Her hand snaked down to below your chin, forcing you to look up at her. She moved your head back and forth, as if observing a specimen.

“Good job, dear. My clothes have been much too tight to get on my knees as of recently, and you’re a much prettier sight than I,” She murmured, “As a woman of God, I cannot act on many things as you would think. However, I’ve learned my thoughts are my own and,” she tilted your head back, making a pointed movement to get you to look at her, “I can admire.”

She broke you from your trance as she brought her hand back and leaned back in her seat. Her habits- despite what they were made for- hugged her curves tighter. You really hadn’t noticed it until now, and she looked like a goddess.

“Please, let me admire something beautiful, dear. As God wills it.”

You blinked, unsure what she was asking at first. Your brain was slow to respond, but she gestured to her own clothes and then it clicked.

You slowly began to take off your clothes. They were loose, nothing too fancy but just enough for you to have hoped the nun would’ve noticed. What you hadn’t realized was the nun would take interest in what was underneath the clothes.

Her eyes were anything but holy, she licked her lips slowly and placed a hand under her head as she watched with intrigue. Her sharp eyes wandered all over your naked form as you shuffled out of your clothes below her. You were so damned, and yet so willing. Your face felt hot, and your lower regions throbbing with need. A need you’d never get to satisfy.

“Good, good. Isn’t it better like this? Much cooler, I’d think,” the nun lightly joked as she sat up in her chair. She opened the book and took a pencil which laid on the desk, “Let me draw you, my dove. I do not wish to forget the sight.”

You stood up straighter, obediently.

“Just like that. Beautiful,” she purred as she began sketching.

When her drawing is done, she will place it back in the bookshelf. Perhaps for a day alone by herself, or perhaps for someone else to find your sin.

[breeding-princess]

Nothing is hotter than getting spicy messages when you're in a place you really shouldn't be looking at them

[blasphemyofroses]

I am a simple priest, and you are my corruptor.

You will be my damnation as you tempt me again and again with lust until I finally give in. My innocence will be tarnished, all according to your plan. You'll have your way with me enough times I wouldn't know what to do with myself without you, and slowly the energy towards my faith will be swapped to you and you solely. I'll worship the ground you walk on and your body; my daily prayers become daily begging as you edge me.

I will become your priest, for you will be my God.

[hxneycunt-moved]

reciting the lord’s daily prayer while getting fucked senseless in a holy place >>>>>

trying to mutter out “lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil” while you’re impaled on a throbbing cock, giving in to the lust that’s overtaken you

[blasphemyofroses]

"Who are you praying to? Your God is right here," Your priest hushes, petting your hair as you choke on his cock and tears stream down, "You're doing great, see? All this training isn't for nothing dear. Worship takes dedication and sacrifice, even if it means doing something you don't like."