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From Damned_Soul
Wow!  It's great to see that I'm not the only one who gets off on religious blasphemy.  I was raised in a very strict Christian family, and I've discovered that combining "sinful" acts with sex is a huge turn-on for me and really heightens the sexual experience.

Over the years, I have discovered that I actually find sacrilege itself to be extremely sexy.  I discovered my peculiar fetish quite accidentally.  I've always loved dirty talk and I have a tendency to curse and swear a bit during sex, especially when I'm really turned on.  One night when I was enjoying a particularly intense session with my wife, I blurted out "Jesus fucking Christ" and in a rush I found myself coming harder than I ever had before, repeating that curse over and over as I did so.  My wife, who is fairly religious, was quite taken aback by my blasphemous outburst, and so now I'm always careful to watch my mouth.  But ever since, I've taken to repeating blasphemous curses over and over in my head whenever we're fucking, things like "oh my fucking god" and "god damn."  When I masturbate privately, I come so much harder when I say these things out loud, and I fantasize about my wife saying them too.  When I watch porn, it really turns me on when actresses use these kinds of religious curses and blasphemies to express their pleasure.  Lately, I've even found that cursing directly at God gives me an incredible sexual high, the phrases "Fuck Jesus" and "god damn Jesus Christ" being my current favourites.

Though this is as far as I've taken my blasphemy fetish so far, I have fantasies about fucking in a church, sex with a nun or a female minister, and masturbating with religious items.  At the moment, I'm particularly obsessed with the thought of coming on a woman's crucifix necklace while I curse at Christ, and even a few mildly satanic phrases have found their way into my standard dirty-talk vocabulary.  Sometimes when I'm really turned on, I actually relish the thought of going to hell for my sinful acts, and I occasionally even ask God to damn me to hell as I imagine myself coming all over a crucifix or a bible.  One of my biggest fantasies is to fuck an incredibly sinful woman who curses and blasphemes and performs sacrilegious acts during sex, and then tempts me to blasphemer with her and damn ourselves to hell as we get off.

From Doug
This is a REAL blasphemous fantasy. I want to turn my back on god and make love to Satan. He came to me in spirit one night over a decade ago. I felt his dark power come over me and paralyze me. I submitted to Him. All of a sudden the power eased up and He touched my little butt hole! It felt so good. It wasn't a physical touch. It was a spiritual touch. He put His cock against my little butt hole. He then began to apply pressure. It was HUGE! I wanted it so bad, but I was afraid. Just when the pressure was so great that I thought His cock head would pop inside me, I clenched my butt cheeks up and I said, "No!". I said this inside me because I was still paralyzed enough that I couldn't speak. He immediately eased up on the pressure, but He didn't remove His cock.

After a few moments, He started applying the pressure again. He wanted me so bad and I was so turned on that I was on fire with lust! I was afraid that if I let Him have me, I'd go to hell. I did the same thing again and He eased up the pressure. He did the same thing again and tried a 3rd time. When I rejected Him the 3rd time, He left me.

As time passed and my disgust of god grew, I'd lay awake at night on top of the covers and beg Him to come back. I promised Him that I'd let Him inside my ass, if He'd only come back to me. He never has. He has the ability to appear in flesh. I beg Him to come back to me. I want to see Him as He really is and I want to make love to Him. In my fantasies He has a cock of a horse. He has cloven hooves. He lusts after my flesh. I wanna be his sex slave! I bow down to Him and tell Him that I love Him!

This fantasy has been with me for a long time now. When I play it out in my mind as I jack-off, it never fails to give me the most volcanic orgasms of my entire life!

From Sarah
I was raised a Catholic and went to a convent school. If you had told me when I was nine years old that when I was nineteen I'd be masturbating with Our Lord on the cross I would have died of shame. But something happened. The Internet, I guess. I found myself thrilled by blasphemy.

I am a university student studying literature, and have read the Decameron and some of Balzac's blasphemous stories and they are so hot, the way they play with God and sex and filth and somehow bring holy things into contact with our bodies. The way that birth takes place is part of it. The fact that we piss down there is another. I love the cold feel of the crucifix on my hot skin! It must be something to do with Satan. I really feel his touch when I put the crucifix to my pussy. As the feeling grows I find myself uttering the most filthy blasphemy. Again, I feel Satan is inspiring me, because I say some very creative things, and I find myself sometimes so turned on that I actually spit filthy words out without knowing in advance what I'm going to say.

I frig the head of Jesus on my clit and pray to Satan to enter me. I usually finish with a great shout and the feeling is so intense that I black out. Then I feel a kind of remorse, like I've pushed myself deeper into hell, if that makes any sense? But that doesn't last and in less than twenty four hours I'll be at it again. I honestly don't think I can stop.

From Mike
I was raised in a devout Catholic family.  Jesus was everywhere.  I would try to hold off until Saturday to play with myself so as to only risk dying and going to hell for one day before I could tell Father O'Leary about it in the confessional.  When my classmate Maureen showed me her budding little nipples and had me touch them to see what it felt like, I was doomed to hell.  She was a wicked little Lutheran.  I was too afraid to tell Father O'Leary, so I made a false confession thereby condemning myself to eternal damnation.  The sin of lust is not only for doing it, it is for even thinking about it.  That is quite a load to dump on an adolescent boy recently topped off with testosterone. 

Our small town didn't have a Catholic school, so every summer the nuns would visit for two weeks and we would have summer school in the church hall.  Grouchy, old Sister Ignatius came year after year to torment me, but some were younger and very pretty.  One of the latter was Sister Mary Beth.  She would even smile at me! So started a sexual fantasy that has served me for a lifetime: 

Sister Mary Beth and one of her Sister-friends (nuns always travel in pairs) would catch me with my pants down and decide to punish me.  They would tie me to the backside of the big crucifix in the baptismal room.  Remember, it was a sin to willingly join in with sex-play, but if I was tied up I was an unwilling participant, so it wasn't a sin.  The two Sisters would strip me naked, alternately playing with and torturing my cock. There had to be some pain, in this fantasy, because it would be a sin if I enjoyed it too much. 

I met my future wife at a Halloween party, where she had dressed in a habit.  She had split both sides of the skirt to her waist, and when she moved just right, I could catch a glimpse of her thong-panties.  That was a nasty habit I was a sucker for.  As a fully recovered, adult atheist, that fantasy is now even more delicious.  It has been therapeutic in my recovery from the damage religion did to me.

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