Sipping spirits, straining sights
shrouded stars' spectacular shades
subtly shining so seemingly
Seductive songs setting scenes
signaling something suggestively
Such sweet sentiments spill sacred sultry sermons
successfully seducing
silently saturating
Starting slow,
snogging, soft scintillating strokes
sparks sizzle solicitously
showing such skilled, sensational sweeps
Shattering susceptive sanity
Stripping shirts
scoring shoulders
seeking soul-stealing sensual sampling
Sculpted, silky skin stiffens
such sight sends selves spiraling
Scandalously spreading
shaft suspending
suitor swallows, swears sinfully
Situated, skin slides smoothly
stomach squeezes, such splendid sensitivity
Sweat streams
Satisfied screams
Shortly, simultaneously soaring sensational serenity
Salty scents showering senses
setting steamy, static surrounding
satin sheets soaked secret sauce
swaddling satirically
Sighing, smiling, swiftly sleeping satedly
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I hope this doesn’t get me banned!
About the Creator
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I have a few stories and poems inside me that I want to share. Maybe, if I'm lucky, they'll reach people who'll enjoy them. 📖
Riley Reid
Introduction Riley Reid is one of the most influential and widely recognized figures in the adult entertainment industry of the 21st century. Her career, marked by rapid success, numerous awards, and strong cultural visibility, has made her a defining personality of her generation. Beyond her professional achievements, Riley Reid’s life story reflects broader themes such as identity formation, public scrutiny, personal growth, and the complexities of fame in the digital age.
By Ahmed aldeabella6 days ago in Filthy
Bless Me, Father
A Sentence That Has Never Grown Old “Bless me, Father” is one of the most emotionally charged phrases in human history. Though deeply rooted in religious tradition, its power transcends belief systems, cultures, and time. These words do not belong solely to churches or confessionals; they belong to every human heart that has ever carried regret, guilt, fear, or longing for forgiveness. In a world that constantly demands perfection, strength, and moral clarity, Bless me, Father feels almost revolutionary. It is an admission of weakness in an age that rewards invincibility. It is a plea for mercy in a society that often confuses accountability with cruelty. This article explores the spiritual, psychological, and cultural meaning of Bless Me, Father—why it continues to resonate, why humans cannot escape the need for forgiveness, and why grace remains one of our deepest necessities. The Origin of the Confession Historically, Bless me, Father originates from Christian confession, a ritual where believers openly acknowledge sins before seeking absolution. Yet confession itself is far older than organized religion. Ancient civilizations practiced public admissions of wrongdoing, purification rituals, and symbolic acts of repentance. Confession emerged not as punishment, but as release. Early societies understood something modern culture often forgets: guilt, when left unspoken, poisons the soul. To confess was to cleanse—not just spiritually, but psychologically. Why Humans Need to Confess Confession is a human instinct. Long before laws, courts, or therapy, people needed a way to unload the weight of moral failure. Psychologically, guilt activates stress responses in the brain. Suppressed guilt increases anxiety, depression, and emotional numbness. Confession interrupts this cycle. Speaking the truth—especially about our worst moments—restores internal balance. This is why people confess to: Priests Therapists Loved ones Journals Anonymous strangers online The structure changes, but the need remains constant. The Emotional Weight of Guilt Guilt itself is not evil. Healthy guilt signals moral awareness and empathy. It tells us when we have violated our values. But when guilt is denied or prolonged, it transforms into shame—the belief that I am bad, not I did something wrong. Bless me, Father represents the turning point where guilt is confronted before it becomes shame. It is the moment a person chooses truth over denial. The Father Figure: Authority, Fear, and Comfort The word Father carries profound symbolic meaning. It represents authority, discipline, protection, judgment, and love—all at once. For some, the father figure is nurturing. For others, it is intimidating or absent. Addressing a “Father” is therefore deeply psychological. It means confronting the internal voice that measures our worth. When someone says Bless me, Father, they are not just speaking to religion—they are speaking to authority itself, asking whether failure leads to rejection or mercy. Forgiveness: The Most Misunderstood Virtue Forgiveness is often mistaken for weakness. In reality, it is one of the most demanding human acts. Forgiveness does not mean: Forgetting harm Denying responsibility Canceling consequences Forgiveness does mean: Choosing healing over endless punishment Allowing growth after failure Separating identity from mistakes A blessing does not erase the past—it loosens its grip on the future. Grace in a World Without Mercy Modern culture often celebrates accountability but resists grace. Social media amplifies mistakes, freezes people in their worst moments, and offers little room for redemption. Public confession today often leads to humiliation rather than healing. This is why private confession—spoken or internal—has become more important than ever. Bless me, Father quietly resists a culture of permanent condemnation. It insists that people are more than their failures. Modern Confession: Therapy, Silence, and Screens As religious participation declines in many societies, confession has not disappeared—it has migrated. Therapy rooms have become modern confessionals Social media posts serve as public admissions Anonymous forums act as judgment-free spaces Private journaling replaces spoken ritual Each form reflects the same desire: to be known without being destroyed. Self-Forgiveness: The Final and Hardest Confession Many people can accept forgiveness from others yet remain trapped in self-punishment. Self-forgiveness requires humility, honesty, and compassion. To forgive oneself is not to excuse wrongdoing, but to accept humanity. It means learning without self-destruction. When spoken inwardly, Bless me becomes a radical act of self-mercy. Why “Bless Me, Father” Still Matters This phrase survives because it names a truth modern language often avoids: humans fail, and they need grace to continue. In an era obsessed with productivity, moral superiority, and public judgment, Bless Me, Father reminds us that dignity is not earned by perfection—but preserved by forgiveness. Spirituality Beyond Religion Even for those without religious belief, the emotional structure of confession remains essential. People still seek absolution—if not from God, then from conscience, community, or self. Grace is not owned by religion. It is a human requirement. The Quiet Power of Mercy Mercy does not make headlines. It does not trend. It operates quietly—in conversations, apologies, reconciliations, and silent decisions to move forward. Yet mercy changes lives more permanently than punishment ever could. Conclusion: A Prayer Hidden in Plain Sight Bless me, Father is not a declaration of holiness. It is an admission of humanity. It is spoken by those who stumble yet refuse to surrender to despair. It is carried by people who believe that failure does not cancel worth. In a noisy world that punishes mistakes loudly, this ancient phrase survives as a quiet truth: We do not need perfection to be worthy of grace. We need honesty. We need courage. And sometimes, we simply need to ask for forgiveness.
By Zahid Hussain3 days ago in Filthy
Comments (2)
Sensuous!
I also hope it doesn't get you banned. Very well done Brin!