Disgusting perverts with nasty minds are always fun to talk to. Thankfully, tonight I got to talk to one. An actual sex offender too! Just my type. There’s nothing I like more than a filthy and creative mind and he definitely had one.
Getting on the registry didn’t cure him of anything and I’m glad because he wouldn’t be as much fun to talk to if it did. All it did was “feed the demon” just like he said. Listening to all those stories in the therapy he was forced to go to only gave him ideas, most of which he’d never had before. I would have loved to be in that room, I’m actually jealous that I wasn’t!
Later he told me about sneaking into his sister’s room like a naughty little boy when he was a brat. He wasn’t doing this to check on them either, his intentions were never innocent when he crept into their room. Once he was inside he would take his hard, throbbing cock out and press against his sister’s face. Sometimes, even trying to force it between their lips.
Then, finally we started talking about all the twisted things I’ve done. I could hear him breathing heavy, I could tell how much he loved it. I told him about all the little throats I slit, and all the little sluts I’ve tortured. What really sent him over the edge was when I told him about how I popped this one little whore’s eyeball with a spoon and watched her get skull fucked by a big fat cock. It was so hot that he came before I talk about how her brains poured out around that guy’s cock. Maybe another time.