God is a Slut Ch. 08

I don't know if you'll ever read this, but thank you so much for the kind words. I know "grinded" doesn't really flow well, but every time I write "ground" it just sounds... off. I should probably just stop using the past participle of "grind" when writing erotica.

I've also published this one more than one site, and I don't write for mass recognition, because the mass-audience does not want to read a story about how their omnipotent guide in life is actually a nihilistic hedonist with a mild case of existential depression. To me personally, the only way there can be a god is if she (or he or it) views life as just a phase of existence that is inherently meaningless. How could God empathize with our earthly struggles if sentience is after-lasting? Why would she really care if we raped, tortured, or just nuked each other into oblivion? Even the worst life to her would just seem like a bad day at work, because the soul exists forever after.

This story was just an exploration of my theology mixed with a single man's horniness. If there is a hell, I hope Lucy is waiting for me there with a whip and a ten-inch strap-on.

Somewhere in chapter seven, I got to thinking about how to edit this for mass publication. It would be a massive best seller, and make the hoopla over the '50 Shades' book look like kindergarten excitement over 'See Jane'.

Oh, the outrage from the hysterical religious right; it nearly makes me giddy to think of it, and I do NOT do giddy. Well, there was that one time... Hrmph, let's not go there.

Even with, (because of?), the enormity of blatant perversion God is a Slut is one of the most masterful pieces of literature the twisted mind of a human has ever produced, and I'm not prolapsing you, here. It is truly a shame only those of us lucky enough to stumble across this gem on Literotica get to experience it.

There were times I had to pause and think about a few things, and mind you, I am a consecrated bishop in one of the oldest churches on Earth, as well as someone who has experienced some 'new age' type spiritual incidents which would trip most peoples' circuit breakers.

No, I retract that metaphor, there would be no resetting breakers, things I've experienced would blow fucking fuses. I think the only reason I've survived them is a serious case of 'is that all you got', after I dropped acid nearly 200 hundred times in my teens, including one sustained binge of about 90 days where three of us, who all worked at the same place as fry cooks, decided to drop acid every day we didn't work. No two of us every work together, leaving two of us to get mind fucked while the one person worked. (We had an ex-acid freak as a manager, and he agreed to our insanity in the scheduling.)

That craziness was between my sophomore and junior years, in high school. It was the late '60's, though, so it is to be expected. I was a 'precocious' youth. One of my acid buddies and I decided to hitchhike to SF one summer, little did we know what we would find in the Summer of '67. We lived in a small town, and had NO clue about the plans.

I would SO much love to see this masterpiece polished, trimmed and punched up for publication; the societal upheaval, (and eventual enlightenment), it would bring. There's a good chance it might bring all three segments of ultra extreme religiosity to a downfall.

I will never again be surprised at anything to come from the mind of a fucking Brit. And you have to be a Brit, or at least educated on that little fucking island or you wouldn't use 'grinded'. LOL

Speaking of which, even though 'grinded' is an acceptable past participle of the verb 'grind', it just does NOT work in sex scenes. Anytime I read it, the sentence flow is interupted like the grinding of gears. Please consider using ground, instead. The flow and cadence of your sentences will appreciate it. This plea comes from someone who spent 30+ years writing and editing as integral part, (necessity... you know, publish, or perish? but that's way too big of a clue as to how my throughly twisted mind got to influence young minds!), of my career.

I can't place a name on this one, since I have revealed things I have NEVER revealed before. It just wouldn't be prudent. For waaay too many reasons.

Great job, a masterpiece, in all sincerity.

Ohhhhh. Im so going to hell...... But im gonna be laughing the whole way. Great story my friend

All I wanted to do, was to get off quickly and go to bed.

Instead, I come across the funniest, most heartwarming and filthiest stories on this website.

Seriously, great job.

Thanks a lot for this story, like every one else I'm sorry to see it end here but hopeful that you'll return one day to our deliciously crazy characters. There's a lot of potential with Justine and Alex, I think I'd like to see some fun family evening with god :)

Q