Taboo Phone Sex Only: This Bitch is Not Your GFE

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex is the only kind of phone sex I engage in. I think being on a snuff site makes that clear. Apparently, there are a lot of dumb asses who can’t read who call me talking all sweet like baby this and baby that looking for the GFE experience. I offer the killer experience. I don’t do romantic calls. I don’t do romance period. Last guy that tried to cuddle with me, lost his testicles. He lost his will to cuddle ever again too. I don’t understand why guys think I am girlfriend material. I am Goth. I am violent, and I hate just about everyone.  The men I meet in person are just as dumb as the guys who call me looking for a girlfriend. I met Tom at Starbucks. It is a vice of mine, but I don’t give off the “I want to talk to strangers” vibe. Tom was clueless to my “leave me the fuck alone” social cues. Even after I bluntly said, “fuck off loser,” he still tried to get my cell number and my social media information. I don’t do any form of social media. I do not feel the need for other people to know when I piss and shit or see pictures of my food. I thought he got the message finally when I kneed him in the balls. Apparently, he needs schooled in the Me Too movement. Nothing says no like a kick in the balls. The dumb bastard followed me home. I knew he needed a stronger message. I invited him in, acted like I was playing hard to get and spiked his beer with a fast acting knock out pill. He woke up with his severed balls shoved in his mouth. I used a rusty old knife and let him bleed out a bit before I cauterized the wound. I informed him that since he was too dumb to understand no, he was too dumb to procreate. He was horrified when I gave him a mirror to see what was in his mouth. Let Tom be a lesson to you losers calling me some vanilla GFE bullshit. You are my victim or my accomplice, but never my lover. Never ever.

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