Torture sex might be the only kind I enjoy. Although I am a far cry from a virgin, I’m hardly a slut either. I’m very picky about my sexual partners. And I do have a lot of rules. Rules that most girls don’t. But men can never follow my rules. Either they don’t believe me or they don’t think I will follow through. But I always follow through.
Obviously, being a Goth girl and a sadistic bitch makes traditional dating sites useless to me. And I never plan to marry or start a family. But I like to fuck every now and then. And sometimes I get tired of sex toys. So, I look for a good match on the Dark Web. There I can find some chat rooms and meet like-minded men.
So, when Dan and I started talking, he seemed like an equally sick pervert. He understood my rules. Or at least he said he did. They never do. But I keep trying because at least I know I will enjoy the snuff sex experience when I kill my mate. Dan lives an hour away. So, we agreed to meet last night. We went to my Goth bar for some drinks and then back to my place to fuck.
I made my rules clear to him. But as soon as the clothes came off, he started doing all the things I told him not to do. He used pet names for me. But I don’t like to be called honey, sweetheart, baby or any of that sentimental crap.
I’m No Black Widow, Men. But I am a Praying Mantis
In fact, when any man calls me that I want to puke. And then I want to start stabbing and slicing his flesh. I also have a very clear no spooning rule. That’s the kind of shit for a girlfriend not a fuck buddy. Especially not a sadistic fuck buddy like me.
So, Dan not only lost his dick and balls, but he also lost his life. I hide a knife under my mattress for such encounters. Some people call me a black widow, but that doesn’t fit. I’m not marrying these guys and killing them for their money. I’m more like a praying mantis who bites the head off her male lovers after copulation. So, while riding his dick, I reached for my knife that I store under the mattress, and I sliced his balls off while his dick remained inside of me.
He bled all over my sheets. But I did not mind. I love blood. I’m a gore whore. So anytime I can enjoy bloody phone sex I go for it. I hopped off his dick when I sliced his balls off because of course, he went limp. Sort of like cutting the head off a snake. Now, of course I could’ve just left him a no ball wonder, but he deserved to die. He didn’t take me seriously. And he didn’t listen to my rules. I don’t take shit from anyone.
He learned the hard way. And he lost his balls and his life for not paying attention. Of course, I never expect them to pay attention because men think with their little heads. But I go along for the ride because it’s just another excuse at justifiable homicide.


















