Hi guys, so Halloween is over but that doesn’t mean anything when you love blasphemy phone sex as I do. I work for the dark one all year, don’t even worry about it. I’m not exactly all about the pageantry and ritual of what some consider traditional satanism. Let’s be practical, all one needs to call on the dark is a devious desire to praise the fallen angel. Sure, we can get as intricate and wild as you desire but it’s equally blasphemous just to speak to one another in our birthday suits and curse that useless tool up above. Fuck him, right? We know that the prince of darkness gives us more than enough pleasure and desire to drown out the patheticness of the supposed creator. It’s not god that gave us the ability to orgasm and think the deliciously twisted thoughts that we conjure up. We thank Satan.
You would never know how rotted and black my soul is when you cross me on the street. That’s OK, you don’t have to. Just know that it’s being held together with the strands of christian souls that I’ve seduced and coaxed out of the original owners. I wear my heretic title with pride once you get to know me. I will not submit to man and I certainly will not repent for sins that I have never committed. You can’t sin against a false god or a liar with good press. When you call me for blasphemy phone sex we will talk about the things that your flesh wants that your god says you can’t have. You can have every beautifully warped and macabre fantasy that your blsck heart desires with me. god does not make the rules on my phone calls, we do. Hail yourself, let’s get off.
