religion

Explore religion and its controversial history with erotica and sexuality.

Spank Us, Roscoe!!
I do what I am told. When a pretty, young naked woman wants me to spank her, I rarely say no. Over the past three years I have gathered around me, four or five cheerful females, to make movies with me, to have fun with me. This is not only about sex, it is about tenderness and laughter and conversation. I enjoy the girls very much, and I decided to create an altar for them in my front yard. I consider my altar a religious artifact, like Stonehenge, Egyptian obelisks or Mayan stone carvings. My stones represent one man's relationship to his place and time, to the people around him, and offer subtle religious insights into the deep emotional contexts of my relationships. (That is what some cultural anthropologist will say in 2450, when my stones are discovered in the ruins of a temple.)
By Roscoe Forthright6 years ago in Filthy
Naked Nuns Preach the Gospel
Some of the most fun we girls have had with Roscoe Forthright was making the Little Sisters of Divine Grace episodes, and the full-length film, Preaching the Gospel. On the Dr. Moze Fan Club website, the most popular film is REDEMPTION The Little Sisters of Divine Grace. 58 mins. of naked nuns. The 2nd most popular film clip is me reading from The Book of Enoch. Most often we were filmed reading from the Old Testament, because that is where the spicy stuff is. Concubines being raped and murdered and dismembered; Onan spilling his seed in the sand (because he did not want to come inside his brother's wife, as he was instructed to do!) Old men lusting after pretty, hot wives of other men, and all that... The Little Sisters shows were for late night TV, so we did not suck any cock. Gently R-rated was as far as those went. Most of the Little Sisters of Divine Grace episodes are still available on archive.org. SANCTIFY The Little Sisters of Divine Grace is still quite popular, with 23,657 views.
By Gina Swan6 years ago in Filthy
Don't Gush Your Cream for Me!
"When having sexual intercourse with a woman, a man should emit semen only two or three times in ten." …. "In spring, a man may permit himself to ejaculate once every three days, but in summer and autumn he should limit his ejaculations to twice a month. During the cold of winter, a man should preserve his semen and avoid ejaculation altogether. The Way of Heaven is to accumulate Yang essence in winter. A man who follows this guideline will live a long and healthy life. One ejaculation in cold winter is one hundred times more harmful than an ejaculation in spring." -from a Taoist book, “The Plain Girl”, Book Two of Huangdi Neijing written c. 100 BCE
By Roscoe Forthright6 years ago in Filthy
Jacking It For My Girls
When used properly a fully aroused lingam may provide spiritual growth for all men, young, old, heterosexual, gay or undecided. Many men often enjoy the first arousal of the day, shortly after waking when our minds are still susceptible to Divine Influences. After we get up and drink coffee, our busy minds fill up with daily demands, self-made and those demands required to make money. During the sweet, tender first hard-on, barely awake, we are free to pursue our Higher Consciousness.
By Roscoe Forthright6 years ago in Filthy
Witch Tits
Over the past ten years I have come to appreciate witch tits, in all their infinite variety. The Wheel of the Year and pagan traditions make as much sense to me as anything put forward by the Churches of Christianity, Judaism and Islam. The Catholic Eucharist, for example, the body and blood of Christ consumed by parishioners is simply cannibalistic. Who would want to eat the body and drink the blood of their God? I prefer not to consume my gods. I already have sacred DNA, and that is enough for me. Being differentiated from other species by a few nips and tucks of chromosomes is enough religion for me. I don't even need to know what (or who) did the cosmological surgery to make me superior to a dung beetle. I accept the fact dung beetles have their place, and I have mine.
By Roscoe Forthright6 years ago in Filthy
Bible Study with Naked Nuns
If you really want to enjoy Christianity, watch naked nuns reading from The Holy Bible, specifically THE BOOK OF ENOCH, where Fallen Angels swoop down to impregnate Earth-Girls creating a race of Giants who eat men for breakfast. The Dark Angel Azazael teaches women to make jewelry and beautify their eye-brows with paint--- to make them move attractive for sacred copulation
By Roscoe Forthright6 years ago in Filthy
Cultural Ambassador from Planet Zikorax
“I have read the poetry of Earthmen, And fondled less than fifty Earthwomen. I have been to your Holy Places And learned nothing at all.”
By Roscoe Forthright6 years ago in Filthy
The Bisexual Christian
It took me three attempts to come out to my parents. Considering I'm from a large family of Christians, I'll take it as a success. I wasn't nervous or anything, they were just confused. I think it would have gone a lot smoother if I was just a lesbian. Defining bisexuality is often a trying and frustrating procedure. Turning to passive/semi/full on aggressive posts about the validity of sexuality regardless of relationship status when the frustration needs to seep out is something I'm definitely guilty of. And I could speak for hours on this topic alone.
By The Naughty Christian7 years ago in Filthy
P r i d e
I used to believe I was perfect. I grew up in a perfect family, did well in school, and attended church weekly. I got awards and accolades, went off to college and made my parents so proud. I followed the rules and truly excelled. I thought I only had one minor defect that would potentially derail everything and send me plummeting to my demise—I'm gay.
By p a u l s t e p h e n s8 years ago in Filthy
Sex and Growing Up in a Religious Household
In high school, the only computer in the house had a giant Samsung PC monitor that faced the entire kitchen—whether you were eating, shooing the cat from eating yogurt off the counter, or sniffing old leftovers in the fridge, you could always see what the family member was searching on that big screened computer. High school was also the time before everyone had smartphones; I had a trusty keyboard slider with no access to the interwebs like I do now. Needless to say, to sneakily find out anything that may be deemed as “inappropriate” on the Internet was difficult, especially when it came to learning about sex. When I couldn’t reach the Internet and when having a completely cleared search history seemed just as suspicious as seeing Pornhub in the history, being able to learn about my hormones and how to give a hand job was hard to come by. Not only was this a little tough, but the only thing I remember about my mother teaching me about sex was her saying, “It’s like when two buttered pieces of bread are stuck together - they become one. But then when you try to peel them apart, the two pieces of bread break apart into different pieces - and not into their original state.” That’s right, my mother did not even say the word sex, but instead basically stated that if you do this certain thing, a person will just use you for sex and you’ll be clingy and gonna be heartbroken and sad and broken apart and they’ll leave you and you’re not mature enough to handle it and THE WORLD WILL CRASH DOWN AND YOU’LL BE ALONE AND AHH—Oh, sorry.
By Ti Ana8 years ago in Filthy
Sex Magic of the Sensual Sorceress
All the wild witches, those most noble ladies,” wrote W. B. Yeats, a prescient Irish poet must have unwound a cingulum or two before we thought to do so. And judging from the undraped magnificence of this most charming sorceress, witches are not the hawk-nosed hags that we once were taught to shun.
By George Gott9 years ago in Filthy
Televangelist Jimmy Swaggart Feels Like Donald Trump
In an age of hypocrisy where Donald Trump can be elected president, it is important to look back on historical conservative con men like Jimmy Swaggart. There is much to be learned from history. Perhaps one day we will see Donald Trump shed tears for his aberrant behavior. Swaggart's fall came at the hands of Prostitute Debra Murphee. But irrespective of this clearly reprehensible behavior, deplorable conservatives still believed him a man of God. Jimmy Swaggart continued his work with Jimmy Swaggart Ministries. After his televised admission he went back to work, even commenting in the newsletter from his church,
By Frank White9 years ago in Filthy