Are you a woman who navigates tensions between religious faith and sexual needs?

Had these classes at the mosque where one of the admin members was a very respectful woman with a great reputation. I found her kissing another admin member once who wasn’t her husband. She saw me looking at them and confronted me the next week bc she was scared and asked me to keep it a secret. Let’s just say we ended up having sex every week after hours and did all sorts of kinky things. She also eventually divorced her husband but for many reasons. So the sex became even more enjoyable. There was a lot of guilt because I like to be religious and plus this was in a religious environment but we weren’t able to stop. I eventually moved out of that area but we’d have FaceTime and so dirty stuff but she slowly became more and more religious and ended all of that. Meanwhile I’m out here
 
Does your religious upbringing inhibit your ability to satisfy your sexual needs? Or make you feel guilty when you masturbate or have sex?

Let’s talk about how we navigate those tensions. I am a rabbi in a sexually dormant marriage who craves erotic conversation.

Let’s chat and share.
Yes my girlfriend has this problem. She is religious but gets very dirty thoughts
 
Does your religious upbringing inhibit your ability to satisfy your sexual needs? Or make you feel guilty when you masturbate or have sex?

Let’s talk about how we navigate those tensions. I am a rabbi in a sexually dormant marriage who craves erotic conversation.

Let’s chat and share.
Girlfriend wants to chat
 
I find this interesting. How can religious people not relinquish their aspirations of piety and feelings of purity during sex? You are involved in a sweaty feral/primal act deploying all those forbidden parts of the body you piously conceal and never talk about the rest of the time, and the air is filled with a lot of grunting, panting, moaning and groaning. Are they supposed to NOT feel sexy? Just lie back or plunge in and out like they were having dinner? Is fantasy out? Can they not daydream about another man or woman on them? No images of cocks and pussies and semen and gunk and DPs and whatnot flitting through their minds as they writhe and squirm about? No talk? No "Fuck my arsehole rough and hard", "Ride my stiff cock, baby", that kind of thing? A round of "Make sweet love to me, darling" coos might split others' nuts, but I think that even if I were religiously inclined, I would need a little more encouragement.

And as for orgasms, it is surely a little too much to feel pious during those. Even though one of the most repeated cries at The Big Moment has got to be "Oh, God!" or "Oh, Jesus!"

On the other hand, I read once that many, many men howl "Oh, mother!" as they spend. Which is more than strange - I love my mother and father very much, but they are the last, but the very, very last people milling around in my mind during the throes of orgasm.
 
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I should like to chat to her too. Put her straight on a few things!!
I should like to chat to her too. Put her straight on a few things!!
Just kidding. But I believe it is important to know what "being religious" means. Does it mean she is religious full stop, or that she knows certain things are expected of her by a certain religion and feels guilty, or that it is a religion that has been impressed upon her day in, day out since the year dot ... guilt has quite a crippling effect on people, you know. Dirty thoughts? Sex is not something WE invented - God invented it, if you like to think of it that way. And sex means fantasy, imagination, what people may call filth, if you like, it means cocks and cunts. That is the whole point, so why would God expect man and woman to feel pious about something there is nothing, absolutely nothing, to feel pious about? And why did God make it so sexy if you cannot feel sexy about it? This is one of the things that annoys me about religion. Look at the way they treated Job. God tested him, again and again. God took away everything he had, house, family, servants, and then one day a servant arrives to tell him all about it, "and only I am left to tell the tale". What is it with all the testing? God tests everyone - he puts Abraham up to sacrificing Isaac, and only stays his hand at the last minute. He even tested his own son on a cross. Did Jesus lose game points, by the way, for finally crying out "My God, my God, why hast thou abandoned me?" And if Jesus lost faith, not much hope for the rest of us as lesser mortals, right? So my advice, girlie, is go on being religious, but you have those dirty thoughts too, because sex is a game with certain rules, and you did not draw up those rules.
 
Does your religious upbringing inhibit your ability to satisfy your sexual needs? Or make you feel guilty when you masturbate or have sex?
Not a woman... But no, I don't feel guilty, not one iota.

I was raised Catholic. I went through Communion, Confirmation... Went to a Catholic school for a while...

Around 16 I had learned that there were three male cousins on both sides of my family who had been groomed, then repeatedly raped by Priests while they were Alter Boys. ..Their lives were utterly ruined. ..Two are dead by suicide and the other is a celibate who is consumed with bitterness and distrust - he talks openly about taking his own life. In all three cases the boys told their parents who chose to disbelieve or made light of what was happening. I also had an older cousin who drank himself to death because he was a homosexual. He grew up, lived and felt "stuck" in the very-Catholic Appalachian Mill town where he was born. Once word got around he was gay he was rejected by the sanctimonious people he thought were his friends. Combine with these horrors the fact that the Church forbid (at the time) women from divorcing and (at the time) discouraged birth control and I was outa there. ..Haven't been back to Church since apart from Funerals and Weddings.

My wife and I have a wonderful, decades long marriage that is highly sexual - replete w/ oral, anal sex, pegging and all sorts of stuff that would cause endless pearl-clutching from the Church.

As I see it, if there is a God, "it" doesn't give a damn about which holes of my partner my penis is going into, or what's she's putting into mine.

Iris Dement - Let the Mystery Be

"I believe in love and I live my life accordingly. I chose to Let The Mystery Be."
 
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I used to really struggle with shame and self-loathing over my sexuality. I always masturbated and read erotica/watched porn, but I really fucking hated myself for it. I'd cum and then immediately be flooded with shame and cry. It took me a long time to get over this, but I did. I'm not really religious at all anymore.
I used to feel shame as well. Now I embrace my sexuality
 
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