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Snuff Porn Maker Learned All Her Moves From Her Grandpa

snuff pornThe other night, I spent entirely too much time watching snuff porn. Although I love to watch snuff flicks, I prefer to make them. Don’t judge. You have a dark side too or you wouldn’t be reading my blog. I prefer to be behind the camera. About 20 years ago, I uncovered my grandpa’s collection of underground snuff. Eventually, we started watching snuff flicks together. Not in a sick way. Grandpa never diddled me.

This seemed to be more of a teacher / student relationship. My grandpa took me under his wing and groomed me to be the future of underground snuff. My grandpa’s collection looked authentic. I never once bought the lie that his snuff movies were simulated. I know now they were not deep fakes. Even though I was just a teen girl, grandpa started taking me on his kills.

My first kill, I committed as a schoolgirl. I acted on my own. This was long before I discovered what a bad ass my grandpa truly was. However, he cleaned up my first mess and acted so nonchalant about it. I knew then he was a seasoned murderer. So, he knew what a Goth bad ass I was becoming. I miss him. Killing young bitches together made me the sick bitch I am today. In his honor, I try to kill one little slut a week. Grandpa’s favorite victims had bald cunts still. You know. The naturally hairless kind.

Grandpa Turned Me Into a Killer

Towards the end of grandpa’s Life, I did most of the heaving lifting. Now, I kill in his name. I know he’s down below looking up at me with pride as I force fuck and snuff young brats. Since he taught me everything I know, I never get caught. Countless disappearances of young girls in neighboring counties remain unsolved because I make my victims bear and coyote food. No one knows that they are dead. But I know. Now you know too.

If you want to be a snuff sex movie maker like grandpa and me, I can teach you all I know. I miss hunting with an accomplice. Plus, a man just fucks a slut better than me. What do you say? You game for some snuff fun? I should pay it forward for my grandpa.

Bloody Phone Sex is My Game. Venus is My Name.

bloody phone sexVenus is my name. Bloody phone sex is my game. My favorite color is blood red. My fascination with blood goes back to my younger years when I saw an accident on my family’s farm. One of the workers fell off his tractor and it ran over his arm. My guess, I was knee high still. But my attraction to the site of blood was strong even then.

Now, I am a seasoned bloody pro. Rarely, do I kill some one quickly. I prefer long tortuous bloodletting. Call me a vampire of sorts. Although I do not drink blood in a glass or exsanguinate a body, I do enjoy bathing in warm blood. Witches believed that bathing in virgin blood extended their life tenfold. Do you know how hard it is to find a virgin nowadays?

Luckily, I am a taboo phone whore with no age limits and an unhealthy disdain for young girls. Stupid, young things make my life hell. So, I have zero issues with kidnapping any young girl. Last night, I snatched a young one for my blood ritual. Some illegal immigrant brat no one will report missing because no one knows the girl exists. She resided in a town a few counties away. Never hunt in your own backyard.

Bloody Funtaboo phone sex

Those tender age girls bleed easily too. Her tiny body hung above me. I could smell her fear. Her cries and screams, I found arousing. I let her stew above me in fear to warm up that blood further. As I laid below her in an old steel bathtub, I masturbated to her fear. I used my large Damascus gut hook knife to spill her blood and guts all over me.

I should have prolonged her torture sex, but my need for her blood compelled me to kill her sooner than I would normally. As her virginal blood cascaded over my body, I came so hard. I felt her blood bring me more life. I laid there, enjoying her warm blood and entrails, until it was time to feed her carcass to my pack of hungry wolves that l share my land with. Those wolves are the best accomplices I could ever have in my life. They eat the evidence and keep all my deadly secrets.

Knife Play Phone Sex Fantasies with a Woman Prone to Violence

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex allows me to control the narrative. I have knives always strapped to my body. Even when I sleep, I am armed. A woman like me has lots of enemies. Plus, I am easily annoyed. Never know when I might have a violent outbreak. A doctor told me when I was just a schoolgirl that I was prone to violent outbursts.

Although I do have an impulse disorder, I have since learned to control it. Mostly, that is. My car broke down on the highway yesterday. I did something I never do. I relied on the kindness of strangers. A college girl picked me up. Initially, I thought about just walking to town. But that was a ten-mile walk in the dark and the rain. I’ve seen one too many snuff movies to make that a viable option.

I figured a coed was no match for me. However, she would not shut up. Sure, I should have been grateful. I was grateful. But I wanted quiet for the drive to town. What should not take more than 30 minutes in a car, seemed like 30 years because of the company. You would have liked her. Pretty, blonde and fit. Just annoying as fuck. But annoying as fuck still fucks the same.

Killing Bitches is More Fun with an Accomplice

I killed her. We were not far from town, but her voice was like fingernails on a chalkboard. She asked me too many questions. She could not read cues. I stabbed her while she was driving in the rain on a dark and winding road. I am a quick thinking though. She weighed about 100 pounds if that. I tossed her in the backseat, stole her car and drove to my cabin in the woods.

Although she was not dead yet, she was going to wish she had died in her car. I texted a friend to meet me. Not really a friend. Just a sadistic fuck like me. I knew he would appreciate force fucking a coed. You would too, I bet. I made him my accomplice, but he did not mind because he got to explore his rape phone sex fantasies for a young teen girl.

I enjoyed watching him fuck every hole she had. He even fucked her after she was dead. I used the knife I stabbed her with to carve her up for the coyotes. My accomplice drove me back to my car in her car, and we left her car on the side of the road. We wiped down all our prints. No one will know whatever happened to that cute coed.

Perhaps, you think if I had never hitched a ride, that girl would still be alive. I guess so. But, if I had not accepted her ride into town, my friend never would have fucked her tight teen holes. Everything happens for a reason, right?

Violent Phone Sex Tendencies: I Come with Warning Labels

I am prone to violent phone sex outbursts. I am the kind of woman who comes with warning labels. However, the problem is no one reads the labels. Not my fault when they end up dead. I warned them. Personally, I do not think I look like a person who is not serious. I am a Goth chick. None of us look like pushovers. But every week I meet someone who clearly cannot read or take social cues very well. Usually, it is men. But this week, it was a fellow Goth chick.

I met Amber at a Goth club. If truth be told, I am bisexual. I like pussy almost more than cock. Either way though, I am not the typical relationship girl. I do not like romantic gestures. That includes things like baby talk, cuddling, spooning and anything affectionate. I am not that kind of girl. Sex is all I need from a person. All I want from them too. Amber appeared to be a hardcore Goth girl like me. Potential accomplice phone sex material.

I explained to Amber my anti relationship stance. She seemed cool with it. Then on our third hookup, I had to kill her. She showed up with flowers and candy and wanted to move in with me. I will never live with some one I am fucking. She entered my house, and I told her we should spend the weekend in my cabin in the woods. She had no clue that is my kill shack. Some dark, twisted shit occurs in my cabin in the woods.  If those walls could talk.

Murderous Goth Bitch

Almost immediately when she entered my cabin, she knew she was in trouble. I think she could smell the death and feel the presence of all the lost souls that have died there. I made her death quick. She was a good cunt licker, so she did not suffer like the others. I stabbed her in the heart and within a few minutes she was dead. Although I will miss her tongue, she needed to die. I enjoyed carving her up afterwards though. I took my time dismembering her. Even ate her pussy before I chopped off her limbs. Amber is bear food now.

If I could kill a great cunt licker so easily, imagine what I could do to you. Let Amber’s death be a cautionary tale to you. Don’t baby talk a sadistic taboo phone sex bitch. And don’t fall in love with one either.

Snuff Phone Sex Callers Have Occasionally Inspired Me

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex can sometimes influence me. Usually though, I am a creative psychopath. I do not need to find inspiration on phone sex calls. But occasionally I get to talk to an equally sick and perverted mind. Recently, I gained a new regular. He prefers his woman very young. He likes girls with no hair on their cunts, no tits yet and a sizable thigh gap. I know he is not alone. He shared a story with me about something he witnessed once.

The story goes something like this. He and a friend were backpacking through Europe one year right after college. In my mind, I was thinking this was like a Hostel movie. Some of those Eastern European people make me look like a Disney princess. Anyway, they met a man who asked them if they wanted to see a sex show. Horny boys in Europe? You know they said yes. They paid like $50 total, so they were not thinking this would be a wild show or anything. Of course, that was more money back in the early 90s when this happened, but it was still not the kind of money you pay for snuff sex.

It turned out to be a snuff show with a super young girl. Both men felt conflicted, but they were afraid to leave. These two college guys watched super young girl not only get gang banged but tortured also. The girl was killed and burned in front of them. This was a live show in the basement of an old Romanian monastery. They knew the show was real. Men eviscerated the young girl in front of them. Although logic told them to run and get help, arousal made them stay. The guy who recruited them told them that the parents sell their young girls for shows like this.

Thanks to this hot snuff show, these two guys possess wickedly dark sides now. They travel the world under the guise of backpacking just to explore rape phone sex fantasies all over the world. And this sexy sadistic is going to start being a more continental murderous bitch because I felt inspired. Perhaps, though, I need a traveling accomplice. If I can buy a young girl for a steal, I will do a live snuff show too.

Blasphemy Sex with a Sick Bitch

blasphemy sexDo you like blasphemy sex? I admit I am not religious. So, blasphemy calls are easy for me. I do not understand organized religion. Church goers seem like lemmings to me. They just play a big game of follow the leader and mimic the teachings of some self-righteous asshole. Because church goers follow blindly and most are hypocritical too, I have zero issues messing with them.

Recently, I joined a religious dating app. I just wanted to fuck with some loser lemming. Mark fell for my bait. I catfished him with some stolen Internet picture of a pious looking 20 something woman. Of course, I did not tell him I am a blasphemy phone sex bitch. He needed to believe that I was a church secretary. I knew from a few email exchanges that he held archaic views of women. He asked me how many brats I wanted in the second email. It took all the strength I could muster to refrain from telling him that I enjoy killing brats because they are all the Devil’s spawn.

Satan is More Fun

When he arrived at my place, he almost had a heartache. I would have been disappointed if he died that quickly because I planned on torturing him. He saw me in a Devil’s outfit, complete with horns and a tail. He started praying, but I told him God was not welcome in my house and would not hear his pleas for help. I overpowered him quickly. Once I stripped him naked, he realized I was not a good girl at all. I told him I do the Devil’s work because it is more fun.

I shoved a cross up his ass. He screamed bloody murder too. Get this. The simp was a virgin. He never even dipped his wiener into a warm pussy. He was not enjoying the torture sex, but I was. I spewed some Satanic rituals while I fucked his ass with an object that he believed was sacred. He bled all over that cross too. Of course, I made him spit shine it clean once it was doused in his own shit and blood.

I wanted to kill him. Perhaps, I should have killed him. I mean does this world need any more men who want to keep women barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. No. But I let him live. Why? Because I want him afraid of every dating a woman again. I wanted to ruin him for life. Although after what I did to his asshole, I bet he is home praying for forgiveness and sitting on an ice pack.

Goth Teen Phone Sex Accomplice Gets Groomed for Castration

goth teen phone sexGoth teen phone sex accomplices help you explore your darkest desires. I am a seasoned accomplice, but sometimes, I need an accomplice. Although I prefer to work solo, I look at an accomplice as a training experience for a young girl. Every Goth girl should consider herself lucky to meet me. Sasha feels lucky about our chance encounter. She helped me out of jam.  The girl did not know me, but she stopped to help a stranger. In turn, I helped her out.

Sasha attempted to hide her bruises from me. She acted sheepish too. I knew something tragic just happened to her. One good deed deserves another, right? I got the name of her boyfriend out of her. Although, it was not easy for her to tell me his name. Not because she loves him, but because she fears him. I assured her that he would never hurt her again. Her eyes became large and inquisitive. She wanted to know what I had planned for him.

I told Sasha to drive me to his place. Snuff porn music played in my head as I plotted what to do to her boyfriend. Men have tried to lay hands on me before. I killed each one, but not before I mutilated their sex organs. I was not sure Sasha could handle my plans, so I had her stay in the car. When, I approached his door, I knocked on the door, then pushed my way inside. He thought I was Sasha’s sister. Perhaps, I let him believe that. In that moment, I was her sister. Hos, before bros.

Not All Men Deserve Balls

I tied the loser up. Not before I stripped his clothes off though. Sasha entered the house when I had a knife to his balls. I thought she would try to stop me. However, that is not what happened. She begged to be the one to cut off his balls. How could I deny her?  She deserved the chance. Revenge is sweet. So, is finding a hot accomplice into castration phone sex.

Sasha chopped her boyfriend’s balls off with one motion of the wrist. She pulled his balls off with a hard twist, tossed them to the floor and danced on his severed testicles. Brutal does not describe it. Perhaps, brutal, hot and sexy describes what I witnessed best. My pussy started dripping at the cruelty and glee she showed her abusive boyfriend. No hesitation in her. The mousey girl I met on the road when I had a flat tire no longer exists. In that moment, a sick bitch was born. Although, I think that side existed inside her before me. I just helped her reach her full potential. Can I help you reach your full potential too?

Snuff Phone Sex: You Are My Victim or Accomplice

snuff phone sexI do snuff phone sex. You are my victim or my accomplice. I do not do the GFE experience. I am not your mommy. I am not your bitch. I am not your wife or girlfriend. If you need to ask what snuff is, then you are on the wrong page. I am not the kind of girl who likes baby talk, romantic gestures or anything associated with coupling, LOL. I met this cool Goth boy recently. He has a sick mind like me. I thought, why not. I thought he was a dark Marilyn Manson sort of guy. The kind of guy to keep some cock teasing twat caged in the basement. I agreed to go out with him. I thought a Goth boy would get me, you know? I told him my rules, and he shared is. We were on the same page. We watched some snuff porn and plotted the murder of some vacuous coed. Midway through, he grabbed my hand and called me baby. I flew into a rage and killed him. I normally do not kill in a rage like that. Here is what happened. He started with the romantic talk, and I put on a strapon to fuck his ass. I am all Alpha Bitch, men. Take heed.  I forced him on all fours with my knife to his jugular. I was not putting up with his bullshit. I thought I could fuck him into submission. He loved it. He was cumming almost as soon as I shoved the dildo in his loser ass. I started to realize he played me. I hate being played. I cut off his balls as I fucked his ass. That shut his mouth. He was bleeding all over my couch and floor. Time to burn the couch. He was still enjoying the torture sex, however. I had to kill him. No way he could enjoy anything I was doing if he was dead. I already had blood everywhere, so why not kill him.  I had to burn my couch with him bleeding out on it. I think I just need to give up on men.

Cannibalism Phone Sex is a Dish Best Served by a Sick Bitch

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex is not common, but I love it. I am sick bitch with peculiar tastes. I love the taste of human flesh. It is a delicacy. Now, this is the perfect time to eat human flesh too. It is backyard barbecue time. I like to hunt in the summer for the perfect meal. It is always a struggle though to find someone who is the right dining partner. I met Mel in a bar, and we got to talking. I am not a very social person. But I was feeling like seeing where something could lead. Maybe it was my third drink kicking in. I am glad though that I indulged his conversation. He was talking about the cock tease girls that were everywhere and how someone needed to put them out of their misery. Now, I have a soul mate. I started talking hypotheticals and the next thing I knew we were searching for a snuff porn star to eat. I rarely invite strangers into my dark world. I mean you have to protect yourself, right?  We paid for our tab and went hunting. We looked at all kinds of coeds and decided on this one plump girl. She was natural. No fake tits. No visible tats or piercings. Just a chunky coed ripe for eating.  We lured her to my place with the promise of partying. Dumb cunt. Walked right into our trap. Poor thing had no idea she was dinner. Now, I do not immediately eat a girl. She must be soaked and seasoned for days. There is a lot of prep that goes into preparing human flesh. Do you understand? You need to soak your meal in water and seasonings for a few days to tenderize the meat. But let me tell you, it is such a delectable meal when you prepare your flesh just right. Never had human flesh? Let this taboo phone sex bitch help you have the perfect meal.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Might Make You My Victim

murder phone sex fantasiesHolidays bring out the extreme murder phone sex fantasies. I am always game to kill on and off the phone. Peter wanted to kill his ex-girlfriend. He wanted it to be painful and brutal. He needed my help for that. I am always game for torture and death. I met his ex at a party, and I made nice with her. I had to lure her away so her ex could execute his plan and her. I kind of liked her and I hate everyone. But money is money, and her ex paid me double my asking price. I drove her to my place for some after party drinks. I was amazed she trusted me. I looked different. I dressed in trendy clothes. I did my hair and my makeup more mainstream. I am a Goth girl, but this time, I looked like the typical girl out on the town looking for fun. She had no clue she was about to be a snuff porn star. I felt bad for her. Again, I never have feelings. She told me all about her psycho ex-boyfriend. When I heard the story, I changed the plan. I took a risk and told her about his plot to murder her.

In that moment, we bonded like I have never bonded with anyone. Peter had to die. We turned the tables on him. It was not easy, but my plan worked. He thought she was passed out, but she tackled him, which allowed me to restrain him. His death was epic, and painful, and a bit sparkly, LOL. I put a firecracker in his ass and blew his asshole out. It was messy, but painful. It did not kill him. We had to insert bigger and badder fireworks. We even used sparklers in is holes. His flesh was burning off his body. He could not believe that I took his money to kill his girl, and now he was the snuff sex victim. This guy was a psycho wife beater type. He wanted her dead because she broke free from his years of abuse. I am not pro woman or anything. I hate most women, but this girl, she was cool. She was a survivor. I let her put the final firecracker in a hole that I carved out in his belly. This was the one that killed him. Blew his guts out literally. I gave her half the money he gave me to kill her. I mean she did help me kill him. She earned every penny.