Usually, St. Patrick’s day is a great holiday to go out and about and get drunk and find the perfect victim. This year with the whole covid restrictions, it’s a bit harder, but it doesn’t mean I can’t think about the past years where I have had my fun turning whores into bloody punching bags. A few years back, I took my bloody phone sex fantasies and turned them into reality. It was st. Patrick’s day and I got really lucky scouting the victim that fit the bill to a T. I saw this preppy blonde chick making googly eyes at my boyfriend. I played the game well and let her join us for some green cream.
I watched as she got all handsy and flirted nonstop. You can say I was green with envy, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from fucking her up. After I put some nice sedatives in her drink, we both watched her drink till it was gone and immediately offered her to come to our place. As we got home, she was ready to knock out, and the fun then began. I let my boyfriend fuck her, and I went ahead and smothered her and sliced her throat till it was all bloody. It is hard to top that st—Patrick’s day.