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Taboo phone sex fantasies are what I deliver. I’m not your girl next door or your GFE. I am certainly not your victim. If you call me, you better have dark desires. I had a hot caller last week with an ex issue. Easy solution. I suggested we make a snuff porn video with her as the star. My caller was dating this woman essentially to have access to her sweet young girl. When his girlfriend was a coked up stripper, it didn’t matter what he did to her baby girl. Then suddenly she found Jesus, got a real job, cleaned up her act and thought she could be a good mother all of a sudden. She threaten to report my caller for molestation, so I suggested we kill the bitch so he could have permanent custody of the daughter. After all, he has pretty much raised her. He has been with this woman for ten years. I don’t think the daughter was too keen on her mom suddenly trying to impose limits on her either. Snuffing mom out was the perfect solution for this P man. The question became how to get rid of her.
She had a long history of drug abuse, so an overdose would be no surprise. I thought hanging would be fun. Make it look like a suicide. Even make her write a note leaving her daughter in her boyfriend’s care. There never was a daddy in the picture. She had no family. My caller arranged a meeting with his ex, but I was there. I gave her a shot of very concentrated heroin to make her compliant. Got the note, then I watched as he strung her up on a beam in her own basement. Her daughter fast asleep upstairs. She struggled, but didn’t take long to die. She peed herself. Her eyes got blood red. I could see purple veins popping on her face which turned an ugly bluish purple. It was an erotic sight for a sick bitch like me. A junkie mom dead and a P man reunited with the real love of his life, a barely teen girl. Now that is justice. What are your killer phone sex fantasies? I am a great accomplice.
Snuff porn is more fun to make than watch in my opinion. I missed my calling in life. I should have been a butcher. I am so skilled with knives. Plus, I love to cut into things. I have this male friend who recently discovered his wife was cheating on him for years. How did he find out? When his daughter needed a blood transfusion and he was not a match. Ouch. The cheating whore had a bastard brat. That realization brought him to the dark side. I egged him on of course. He wanted revenge and I knew how to make it happen. I am an excellent sleuth too. I did some research to discover the baby daddy was no other than his boss. That just added insult to injury. I suggested he get them all in the same place for an intervention. A snuff sex intervention. I am a killer therapist. I spiked their drinks so they woke up tied to the chairs facing one another. I could smell the fear. Fear is intoxicating. My friend was revenge driven. I planned to castrate the cheating boss, but first I thought it would be fun to have him force fuck his bastard spawn. I threatened to kill her if he didn’t fuck the little girl. My friend’s cheating whore wife pleaded for her daughter’s life and innocence. She was to blame for all of this. The cheating boss did as he was ordered thinking he was saving his mistress’s baby girl. I waited until his dick had ravaged her tiny little cunt to pull the Jerry Springer “You’re the Baby Daddy,” routine. He had no idea that she was his brat. My cunt was getting so wet orchestrating this macabre revenge scenario. I didn’t know who to kill first. The cheating whore wife who tried to pass off her evil spawn for several years as my friend’s little girl. The boss who fucked his top employee’s slut wife or the little spawn that was a bad memory of the affair?
Who would you have killed first? They all three died painful, bloody deaths while my friend filmed it. He got his revenge. I got a nice little snuff film to sell on the black market and two cheating whores and their bastard spawn got what they deserved. That’s what I call Karma. It is a bitch sometimes.
Snuff porn Sunday has a nice ring to it doesn’t it? I drove by a church this morning and was filled with evil thoughts. Does that ever happen to you? First, I think of all the pious cunts inside those so called sacred walls. The bitches and snobs who look down on girls like me. The hypocritical bitches who praise god, then turn around and judge others for not conforming to mainstream America. Second, I think of all the little ones in their Sunday best being spoon fed a bunch of lies by a bunch of hypocrites about some dead guy who could give a rat’s ass about them if he ever even existed in the first place. I’m a blasphemous bitch. There is no god. The only church I would ever worship at would be the church of Satan because that mother fucker knows how to have a good time and he wouldn’t judge me for wanting to force fuck and slaughter all the dumb asses sitting in church. Fuck, he would encourage it. In my Goth clothes with my big ass knife, I storm in slicing throats and slashing bodies. I piss on the altar, wipe my ass with torn pages from the Bible and fuck my cunt with a cross as the surviving members look on in horror. I have blasphemy sex with the priest in front of the congregation as I hail Satan as my leader and only savior. I tell the little lambs God is dead. He doesn’t give a fuck about them, so why not have fun? All religion does is kill one’s spirit. I give the little ones knives so they can kill their parents. I cum so hard watching those little angels in their Sunday best slashing the throats of their elders and saying Hail Satan. Being a blasphemous bitch is more fun than being a stuck up religious cunt any day. Want to join me in some hot blasphemy phone sex?
Snuff sex with me only goes one of two ways. You are my accomplice or my victim. I need to be clear that I am a sadistic dominant bitch because some folks are too stupid to read the bios or look at our blogs and too dumb to make inferences from my pictures. There is nothing about me that suggests victim. I don’t look like a victim and I don’t write like one either. But not a day goes by that some stupid mother fucker gets his panties in a bunch when I snap at the suggestion that he force fuck me or abuse me in any way. Here are my rules. Don’t try to dominate me and certainly don’t try to make me your girlfriend. I don’t spoon. I knife. So if you attempt to treat me like a victim or your girlfriend you get knifed. Maybe I cut your balls off since you are clearly too stupid to bread. Perhaps I gut you like a pig and piss in your entrails. You want a girlfriend check out our vanilla site (www.sophisticatedhotties.com). You want a victim, learn to read mother fucker. We have victims listed on this site, or you can check out a page dedicated to victims (www.submissivewhore.com) so your little pea brain doesn’t get confused. Consider this an altruistic warning because the next shit for brains that calls me to chit chat about his day or put his worthless little prick in my ass will not live to make another taboo phone sex call again.
Taboo phone sex Sunday. I don’t get into football. Not violent enough for me., so I went on a hunting expedition this morning. I found something for us both to sink our teeth into after you are done hanging with the boys, watching football and drinking beer. Hopefully, you worked up an appetite for a young tender morsel. Football works up male aggression, makes you crave those dark desires. I am patient. I can wait till the game is over so you can share in the fun with me. Today, I got twins. I know right? Double our pleasure. Snatched them up on the way home from Sunday school. I have been keeping them alive until you can join me. Do you know how hard that is to do? I may have a little fun before you get here, but I promise their little cunts will still be tight. You should see how hot the crimson blood looks on their pale skin. And don’t get me started on their blood curling screams. They haven’t seen anything yet. If they think my little switch blade hurt, wait till you arrive. Your big cock in those tiny little fuck holes will destroy them. Don’t keep me waiting too long, however, or they both will be all mine to ruin and snuff.
Taboo phone sex calls are what I enjoy the most. There are too many sick and twisted things I enjoy, however, to name them all. Lately, I have been enjoying a lot of accomplice calls. I sure do love to help end a life or bring extreme pain to someone, usually some whore ex or little whores in the making. Today I got to help bring revenge on to the asshole who stole this guys’ hot bitch. His former best friend too. Apparently the girlfriend stealing ex friend has a massive cock that he brags about. He mocks his friends with little dicks and uses his endowment to steal away the ladies. Now, personally, I got no issue with guys with big dicks. It is the tiny dick losers who annoy the fuck out of me. But, I was his accomplice and I loved the idea of putting a cocky son of a bitch in his place. I pretended to be lost. He invited me in clueless that I meant him harm. Once he saw my big ass knife, he listened to my every instruction. I had him masturbate for me. At the moment he was shooting his cum so easily for a knife wielding stranger, I chopped his cock off. It was big and made a thud as it hit the floor. Really couldn’t hear the thud over the screaming and crying, but it was big enough to make a thud. He passed out pretty quickly thankfully. Shock took over. I took some pictures but grabbed the dick as a trophy. In case didn’t bleed out, no way was his dick getting reattached. I bagged the 10 inch cock, put it on ice and delivered it to my accomplice. He then mounted it like a deer head over his fireplace. Total trophy hunter. He sent a picture of him standing under the severed cock to his cheating lover with a sign that said, “Who has the big cock now.” I love my sick accomplice calls.
Castration phone sex follows full moon fever. Men want my junk removal services in far higher numbers after a full moon. There is something about a lunar eclipse that makes people crazy. The term lunatic is centuries old and was coined after people started exhibiting crazy behavior following the lunar cycles. I don’t know if I believe the moon makes people crazy. I think it is just an excuse to act on your darker desires. You can later say, “the moon made me do it.” But, following every full moon, I see an increase in junk removal calls and personal requests to castrate men who know I will do it for them. So last full moon was Aug 18. The very next day, I was flooded with not only castration calls, but 23 personal requests for junk removal. That was a record in one day. Did I do it you ask? Hell yes. Not only does it make my cunt wet to cut off some loser’s testicles, but I make them pay for the honor of my time. I’m doing all the work. I’m taking all the risk because the stupid law says a man cannot consent to castration. It is viewed as mutilation to the body and no one can legally consent to that. I know. Stupid laws.
There are plenty of wise men who know they don’t deserve balls; they are just total chicken shits and can’t do it themselves. I have a castration chair and all the tools necessary to take your balls and prevent you from bleeding out. Most of the time, I prevent you from bleeding out. But one of my 23 full moon fever guys may have not survived. Consider this a warning. If you pay me to take your junk, there is no wiggle room to back out. If you are strapped to the chair already, you are losing your nuts. And, don’t say you are going to turn me into the cops. Well don’t say it unless you want to lose your junk and star in a snuff porn too. So who needs junk removal today?
Taboo phone sex fantasies are all I have. How about you? I don’t fantasize about the shit that makes a Nicholas Sparks novel or movie. I dream of the stuff that would make Eli Roth gag. I recently saw his latest movie, “Green Inferno.” It is based on a movie called “Cannibal Holocaust.” The premise is a plane filled with do gooder college boys and girls goes down in the rain forest somewhere. The naive group encounters some indigenous folks who want to have them for dinner. Literally have them for dinner. I got really excited at the cannibal scenes. The idea of eating human flesh turns me on. It is extremely taboo, but it is also very wicked. Who hasn’t thought about having some ex for dinner? No better way to dispose of a body than to consume it from head to toe. “Green Inferno” showed the fat guy getting eaten first. Of course they were feeding a village. The perfect dinner for me would be a tender young thing with some meat on her bones. Not too fat not too skinny. Just right. She would be natural. No bleached blondes with fake tits and tattoos and piercings. In this movie, dinner came to them. I like to hunt for the perfect meal. The best meals are planned. You want the perfect main course, so you take the time to find it. And, you take the time to prepare it to your liking also. In this movie, it was clear dinner was served to feed the masses and get rid of the enemy. I just have a special friend or two to serve. Colleges are back in session which means tons of new college freshman with their extra 10 pounds and inability to hold their alcohol. That is my kind of dinner. So who has dark fantasies, patience and a voracious appetite?
Knife play phone sex is so much fun. Really the possibilities are endless. Almost all the good horror movies have a knife wielding fiend. With a knife we can make our own slasher flick with little victims. I always preferred a really young stupid whore over a coed dumb bitch. Killing a young girl is more taboo than killing a seasoned skank. Also, their skin is softer, more tender. They bleed a brighter red too. And don’t get me started on the screams. Talk about hot. I love watching an innocent little one beg for mercy. She or he has no clue what is going to happen to them yet. At their age they can’t fathom the wicked things adults enjoy. They still struggle with the idea that not all adults can be trusted. Think about the fun we could have with a little one. Your cock and my knife can do some wicked hot damage. So many fun places to hunt for them too. The mall, church, your neighborhood, the community pool, the park, even near the ice cream truck. Little girls and boys go missing all the time. Just when they go missing because of us, they will never be found again.
Would you believe me if I told you castration phone sex is a real thing? So many guys fantasize about a sick dominant bitch taking their junk. Then there are the men who really want it done but are too much of a pussy to do it on their own. If you really want your balls gone, man up sissy and do it yourself. With my assistance and guidance of course. There is a type of man who wants his balls cut off. I use the word man loosely. In reality, he is no man. He is a sissy. A fairy faggot. A tiny dick loser. You get the picture. I had one such little loser call me today actually. He told me all these stories that painted a pathetic existence. A life of cross dressing, pissing in panties, sucking cock in glory holes, forced feminization and humiliating tasks like exposing his 2 inch nub to strangers. He lives his life as a girl and even a little dick interferes with being female. I told him how to take his balls off. Explained to him all the instruments he would need to have on hand for safe junk removal. Pansy ass wussed out on me. Begged me to do it for him. Stupid mother fucker too. I am not Freddy Krueger. I can’t magically make my knife penetrate the phone line to lob off his balls, although I wish I did have those powers. I told him where to go to look for women or even men in his area to assist in the junk removal process. Here is the deal losers. I love taking men’s worthless nut sacks on and off the phone. But don’t call me up wanting real castration and not be willing to do what it takes to make it happen. Not my fault you are a pussy. Also not my fault that you live in bum fuck nowhere. I get that this is a fantasy phone sex service, but if you really want to lose your testicles or even get snuffed, I will help you, but you got to help me help you, loser.