Masturbating and Stroking in Church

I was raised in a Catholic home and vestiges of that upbringing remain with me to this day. The liturgy of a Sunday Mass brings to me a kind of serenity. That is one of the reasons that I faithfully go to Mass each and every Sunday morning.

But the serenity of a Sunday Mass is not the only reason that I go to church. Or, for that matter, the main reason. Early on I discovered that it was a a wonderful and naughty place for me to masturbate. To slowly and discretely slip my hand down my dress and rub my clitoris and finger my vagina right in the midst of everybody and gently hump the pew when I orgasm -and without anybody knowing.

Well, almost nobody knowing. My boyfriend goes to church with me. Now he's not religious in the least. But I talked him into coming because he gives me “interference” for my sacrilegious activity. And I give him something too. I give him a hand.

That's right. I give him a hand. As in a hand job. Every Sunday at church I pull his penis out of his pants and jack him off. Discretely of course. Sometimes we keep it under his overcoat. But other times when it is not too crowded I pull his penis out into the open and jerk him until he spurts his semen onto the floor or maybe onto the back of the wooden pew that we are leaning against. Or maybe onto my hand and I lick it all up.

Don't get me wrong. I'm a very spiritual person. But I get my inspiration from personal study and meditation. For the most part I've come to see many organized religions – and particularly the Catholic Church – as a bastardization of God's gift of life. But I'm still in communion with the Catholic Church. Even if it is kind of a perverted communion.