Your filthy little Deviant Fucktress of slut meat is my place. Snuff phone sex is what I am meant for. Having those filthy dark desires that overcome you, and I make that perfect outlet. Use me, abuse the fuck out of me and give no fucks about how I am left. Hanging on a tendril of hope. Teetering on the edge between living and dying. I only hope you gained your purest release, that the intoxication of the desire to destroy me was delicious.
I was just walking home from an interview for a snufftastic porn production wearing these sickly ripped up fishnets, clear acrylic platforms, and the kind of dress you find in an adult store that is nothing more than some kind of pantyhose. Well it’s packaged like pantyhose, it’s spandex/ nylon or something as sleazy. There was very little to it. I looked like a prostitute. But truth remains that I am lower than a prostitute. I am a disposable cheap whore that is meant as murder meat for a snuff production. Sadly I keep living and the bad movie of my life plays over and over again. Like a bad loop with different story lines. What is today’s story for this filth whore?