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Snuff sex is the best if you ask me. Fuck them and kill them. I am not one for pillow talk. I am not one for cuddling either. Once I cum, my need for a guy is over. Just like once you fuck a tender age slut, you don’t want to send her home to rat you out as a dirty P man, right? They lose their usefulness. Normally, I don’t kill my accomplices, but I rarely fuck them either. Ted hired me to procure him a virgin school girl. At the age he wanted, finding a virgin was not difficult. Ted was not a creepy fat fuck driving a white van with a mattress in the back who is forced to register with the police department whenever he moves. He was a handsome, sophisticated and intelligent man. He wanted a young girl because he could afford it. Enough money gets you whatever you want in this world. He had a rape fantasy involving a super young girl. I made it come true for a price. I think I got super horny watching a good looking dude fuck a little bitch. Of course, I was also aroused by her screams. After it was clear he was done with her, I killed her. That turned him on. His dick got hard again when he thought he was drained dry by that bald tight slit. Never underestimate the sex appeal of a snuff porn bitch. I carved up that little beauty queen and fed her to the coyotes. We fucked like wild animals afterwards. Her blood was still on his dick and all over my body. After he came, he tried to cuddle. Like what the fuck man? I just killed the little slut you assaulted. Do you think I wanna spoon? He got a knife to the chest. It’s a knee jerk reaction to any attempt at intimacy. I fuck and I kill. I was a tad remorseful because a good cock shouldn’t go to waste. But, he shouldn’t have tried to spoon. A spoon gets the knife every time.
Castration phone sex keeps me busy. I am amazed at how many men want their junk removed-on and off the phone. Daily, I chop off some loser’s nuts on the phone. I used to have a profile on the dark net. I would take testicles and specialize in CBT encounters for pay. I took it down last year because I was getting too many crazy men who took pleasure in giving me the runaround or would puss out when I pulled out my knife. I still have some old CBT clients. Tim has been coming to me weekly for years for CBT play. I go rough on his cock and balls too. I use whips and paddles, along with my leather boots. I have busted a nut before kicking the shit out of his worthless balls. He texted me for a session this week. He wanted something different. This time, he wanted me to castrate him. Took him 5 years to realize he doesn’t deserve sexual pleasure. His wife cuckolds him too. He is just a sad sack born with a tiny dick. I have been waiting for the day that he would ask this question. He came over Wednesday night. He was sober when he arrived, but he didn’t stay that way for long. For castration to work best, the subject should be altered. I don’t have medical supplies and painkillers. I do have Jack Daniels. He did 5 shots quickly, then I strapped him down in my execution chair I converted for castration therapy. Taking a man’s balls is therapeutic for everyone. I blindfolded him because he is a big old pussy. I stretched his cock out on the castration bar, pulled his tiny balls thru the hole and snip snip. Just like that, they were gone. I cauterized the wound, so he wouldn’t bleed out. He wanted to keep his balls like a young boy wants to keep his tonsils. I put them in a jar of formaldehyde as a parting gift. He limped home with his balls a gift to his wife. I don’t ask questions. I chop balls, take the money and send them home. Who is next?
Sex with dead bodies is better than it sounds. I don’t date. I am not exactly the type of girl who excels in the online dating bullshit. I am a sadistic bitch. I have dark fantasies. I hate most people. I don’t look at men with googly eyes like most girls. I see a man and I just wonder if he is accomplice material or victim material. I don’t often look at a guy and say, “Damn, I’d like to fuck him.” But, I am a woman, with needs like any other woman. I have a mortician friend who lets me know when a fresh body comes in with what I need. What I don’t need is a small dick or romantic bullshit. I am like a praying mantis female. After sex, I just assume bite my lover’s head off than cuddle. Men only serve a purpose when they are helping me kill. My friend let’s me know if a man comes into the morgue with rigor mortis in the right places. I come in ride the donkey until I cum. I get off and I don’t feel the need to bite the head off my lover. He can’t say anything annoying. He can’t attempt to cuddle or do small talk. Ideally, I prefer to kill them myself. It is more satisfying, but the problem with that is sometimes my desire for a nice cock is gone when the loser it is attached too begs for mercy and shit. At the morgue, it is just a hard cock. I hop on and hop off and a corpse can’t kill the mood like a live victim. My ideal lover is one who is willing to die for my sexual pleasure. Is that you? You most have a big cock and a desire to die quietly.
Snuff movies are hot to watch, fun to make. Its snuff Sunday. I always find a young plaything to slaughter on Sundays. Most folks watch football on Sundays. I could care less about football, especially Tom Brady. Once a cheater always a cheater, right? It might surprise you to know that I go to church. No, I am not religious. Fuck church. I go to spot out the talent, look for victims. There was this new guy in the pews today. He had tender age lover written all over him. I could use an accomplice, I thought to myself as I decided how to approach him. I mean it would be mutually beneficial. He could fuck a bald cunnie, ruin a tender ass and I could make a snuff film with her when he finished fucking her. He ate up the idea of killing a tender age beauty with me. He picked out the perfect victim for us; the one that made his cock the stiffest.
We took her to my cabin in the woods also known as my kill shack. I watched as he force fucked her holes raw. She was bloody and ruined, but it didn’t matter. She wasn’t leaving alive. I wanted to have some fun with her before we did her in too. Since I was the director of our snuff video, I directed him to fuck her other holes. At first, he didn’t think she had other holes than her cunnie, ass and mouth. He was happy to fuck her urethra. Boy did she scream like a banshee when her tiniest hole was fucked. She cried when he fucked her nose and ears too. While he was fucking her eyes, he popped out one of her eyeballs. It was hot and gross! She was blinded by cock. I got it all on film too. That was the beginning of her end. Once her eyeballs were hanging out, she went into shock and died. He kept fucking her though. Little girls are like baby rabbits, so very fragile.
Murder phone sex fantasies are rampant in my sick mind. Seriously, I meet more people I want to kill than I want to fuck. My callers only feed my killer fantasies. This may be the wrong profession for a Goth chick with murder on the mind. I was watching some insipid Disney film with a caller early last week. He likes young girls. He wanted me to castrate his pervert cock for liking young girls. They way I see it, those little Disney princesses are cock teases. The world needs less of those, not more. After watching Disney cock teases, I went hunting. This was a solo hunt sadly. When young girls are the target of my rage, I prefer a male accomplice. Someone who can enjoy their little fuck holes first. That way none of the little whore goes to waste once I kill her. I can just look at a little girl and know if she is going to grow up to be one of those cheap whores that have way too many babies and expects us to pay for them. I saw the perfect victim at the mall. She looked like a little beauty queen. Whore makeup and slutty clothes and attitude a mile long. She was shaking down old perverts for candy and jewelry. I told her I would be happy to spoil her, but she told me to get lost because she wasn’t into old whores. I am not even 30 yet. I punched her in the face just right to incapacitate her. Tossed her into my trunk. I drove her to my cabin in the woods and did very bad things to her. I should have made a snuff porn of what I did to her. I cut off her clit and her nipples. I fisted her cunnie and ass. I shaved off her pretty hair. I dismembered her just to hear her scream. Then, I roasted her over an open flame and ate her tender age body. No one will find her unless they examine my shit.
Do you like bloody phone sex stories? I embody the term overkill. My shrink diagnosed me as a young girl with antisocial personality disorder with sociopathic tendencies. You kill one slut as a teen girl and you are labeled the rest of your life. She deserved to die. She was a mean girl cheerleader slut who fucked with the wrong misfit. She and her fan club played a cruel joke on the high school outcast. They just underestimated me. I knew who the ringleader was in that group. No one in school took a shit without Clarissa’s approval. Back then, I was all rage, no mind. I didn’t plan my kills well, so I got busted. The entire town knew what a mean cunt Clarissa was, so there were special circumstances in my case. Plus, the bloody details of the case were sealed because of my age. Only the police and my court appointed shrink knew the details about how I carved up the head cheerleader’s body until it was unrecognizable. I stabbed her cunt. I carved my initials in her bald pussy. I put a firecracker up her ass and cunt. Of course, they exploded, which was what killed her. I am not ashamed of snuffing out the school bully. Her followers only feared her. I may have killed her savagely and impulsively, but that was over a decade ago. I still have a love for blood and killing. Just now, I never get caught. Turns out I don’t have to kill because I lack impulse control or because of a need for revenge. I make snuff porn because I like it. I am what the FBI calls a sociopath who lacks remorse. That is because I only kill those that deserve to die. Who do you know who deserves to die?
Snuff sex doesn’t have to be fantasy. You just need the right sick bitch to give you the green light to your dark desires. I have a friend I will call Matt to protect the guilty. Matt and I met at a rave when I was in high school. We both got fucked up on some party favors and confided our darkest fantasies to one another. Matt and I did a few terrible things together when we were in high school. After school, however, he left to fight this war after 9/11. I like to think I helped make him a good killing machine for the military. The best killers are military men and cops. Matt was wounded and sent home. He is in a wheelchair now with a lot of resentment and anger. So, he can’t walk. He can still kill, especially with a devil like me on his shoulder. I owed it to Matt to help him. I’m just a sadistic therapist. Matt needed cheering up, so I took him to this college bar we use to frequent when we needed fake IDs. It is the kind of place filled with privileged cock teases and billionaire boys club types. We loathe the young, vacuous and entitled. He used his military medical discharge to our advantage. He got the sympathy of the kind of mean girl who would of shit on us without blinking an eye in high school. I roofied her drink and the next thing she knew she was in a dark satanic feeling room chained and naked. I sliced her apart while Matt watched and masturbated. His dick still works. Her screams of pain were foreplay to him. I carved up her beautiful face and perfect body. I stabbed her whore cunt. I sliced off her perky tits. I slit her whore throat. I couldn’t lift Matt out of his chair to fuck her dead body, so I dismembered her. That way, I could slam her bloody stump down on his dick. He is paralyzed, not dead. Her cunt was still warm he said as he blew his load up her severed, dead body.
Snuff sex is what I plan on doing more of in 2018. What was your New Year’s resolution? I was not as sadistic as I know I can be last year. There are way too many folks in this world who deserve to die. Are you one of them? Let me tell you who I think deserves to die. It is a long list, so I cannot include everyone. But, here are the ones who top my list as deserving a painful, slow death. Men with tiny dicks deserve castration at the very list, but death if they try to force their sissy dicks on women. Tools and assholes who think the rules don’t apply to them. Misogynistic men who degrade and abuse women. If they have pin dicks too, then their deaths should be extra agonizing. I don’t just make men into my snuff porn movie stars. There are plenty of women who top my kill list too. Mean girls. Women who think they are better, superior and hotter than other woman, so they treat their sisters like shit. You know the type. A girl who steals another woman’s man just because she can. Weak women are on my list too. Women who put up with grade A assholes and stand by them time and time again when those assholes cheat or abuse them. Cock teases of all ages are on my list too. Little girls, coeds and mature women who get real men hard then leave them with blue balls. I bet you know of few girls like that. The kind of chick that leads you on, makes you shell out money just to hang with her, then acts like she is a virgin. Those kind of girls, I really hate and enjoy killing, especially while you are force fucking her tight holes. I want to kill girls who get pregnant multiple times by different baby daddies and then expect taxpayers to support their whore ways. I have a long kill list. What I am short of is accomplice phone sex men to help me rid society of all the filth. Want to help me dispose of the garbage?
Snuff sex for Christmas? The holidays make me simply murderous, especially tomorrow. The day after Christmas is always crazy. Does your woman go shopping to stock up on Christmas shit for next year? If she does, and you are as sadistic as me, you should stay home and call me. I bet we can get into some trouble together. My ideal shopping the day after Christmas involves you and me hunting for a victim. I hate all people, so I am easy to please when it comes to hunting humans. We can kill your wife for being a shopping whore. We can hunt a super young slut. You know. One of those girls with no tits yet. Not even peach fuzz on her cunt yet. They are all off school until the new year anyway, which means they are easy to find. I bet, there are a ton at the mall shopping with their Christmas money and gift cards. Your wife could be shopping for bargains, while we shop for a little cock tease. Does the world really need anymore cock teasing whores that will grow up to be on the pole and getting government handouts because they can’t keep their legs shut? I say, let your wife shop. When she leaves, we hook up and find some tiny, young thing to kill. You can force fuck her tiny holes while I watch. Then we can kill her together. Just promise me we can prolong the torture sex. I love listening to young things cry and plead for mercy.
Taboo phone sex Christmas is found here. This time of year, makes me simply murderous. I was a little girl once upon a time whose mother took her to a Walmart on Black Friday 20 some years ago. I saw two women get into a fist fight over something called a Furby. It was the newest fad toy that year. Blood was spilled over a stupid toy. That shaped my views of shopping and Christmas. Every holiday season, I go on a killing spree. I get rid of folks more concerned with commercialism than Christmas. I am sort of an American Psycho. Malls are ripe with such folks this time of year. I spotted this young teen girl. I would have put her in high school still. You likely know her type. Cock teasing little whore looking for sugar daddies to drain their wallets on her before she puts out, if she even puts out. I saw this teen whore Jasmine at the mall milking men of money with some sob story about being robbed at the mall. Idiot men were slobbering over her perky tits and long legs. She had future trophy wife written all over her. I spiked her fancy Starbucks drink and once the roofie kicked in, I put her in my trunk. She woke up stripped naked, tied up and in my kill shack in the woods. I carved her up good too. I love hearing a young teen girl scream and cry. Makes my cunt wet. Does it make your cock hard? It took some deep cuts before she started pleading for her life. At first, she was acting like an insulant little bitch. She was a good kill, but honestly, I could have used an accomplice with that one. She needed a stiff dick to shut her up. I watched her bleed out. Once she was dead, I washed my knife up and dragged her bloody lifeless body through the snow to be bear food. I rid the world of one more vacuous money hungry cock tease. No one will miss her. I am filled with killer phone sex fantasies. How about you?