What world do you live in? Let's say there are two:

One is filled with light, bliss, and pleasure. You could literally put yourself into another's, and have that burst of pleasure surge through every thing called a pipe in your body - veins, arteries, and....

Then there's a second world filled with sadness, darkness, and a lacklustre bit of deception called piety. Damn!

Don't tell me you're in the second world!

You have eyes. There's no cataract clouding your lens. You have skin. You have no ice blocking the heat.

You're not normal.

What's holding you? Religion? Wait, the religion no one fathoms?

You think you'll be dump in hell because you stir up the fire in your bones. Nah.

It is a blessing. Exploring the curves, sinews, and softness here and there.

When next your feel your thing straighten out, dump that book of a Bible, and let it out. It's a blessing to express yourself.

You're never alive until you've done it.
There's so much unrivalled pleasure hidden in it.

Even when the pastor's eyes are fiery like Hell.
Steal away from the congration, with your hands cupping the pound of flesh.

Let no preying eyes of the oversized clothes-wearing usher see you. Move gently, like you'd do when you want to catch a roosting chicken.

Enter the church's toilet. There's no better place to do it. The pleasure here is surreal.

No, you don't need it. Raw. Pleasure scream raw.

The thrill is in the urgency. That's why they call it a 'quickie'. Pull your pants down. You could let them rest on your knees, it doesn't matter.

Climb the toilet sit. Sit on the hardness. The hardness that gives pleasure like no other.

Grind. Bend. Turn. Twist. Moan.

It's coming. It's coming.

Yay! You'll feel the mighty rushing wind all over your body. Such bliss! Such pleasure!

Such relief!

Glory as the feaces dump in the water. Then flush the rubbish away.

So you've never had a shit in the church toilet during service?