I was recently asked by one of many sick adorable freaks who call me, if I ever get aroused. This made me chuckle, of course I get aroused. My arousal comes from things more along the lines of death, mutilation, torture, forced sexual situations, decay and all around heavy taboo fantasies dealing with depravity. Meaning, the nastier the better. By nasty I do not mean such cliche things such as “Oh, yeah face fuck me harder. I love your cock in my sweet pussy.” I am referring to the nasty that swims inside the deep pools of the sexually insane mind. Those thoughts that form in the darkness of madness and are done with a happy heart.
However, if nasty to you involves a blow job where you release your nut paste into the back of My throat, then I implore you not to phone Me, as I am not into that type of thing and I find it very dull to say the least. That does nothing for Me, it bores Me to tears. I become aroused at the thought of skin peeling away from flesh, the high pitched screams of pain echoing through the alleyways in some low rent crack infested housing project. I take pleasure in the pictures that stream before my mind’s eye where there is something frail and delicate tossed to the wolves of human cruelty then left to whimper until their mind can take no more and it shatters into psychosis.
This is what arouses Me. This is what I like. This is your answer to the question you posed.
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